The cave is divided into two floors. The first floor is where the Ninth Princess usually goes into seclusion, while the second floor contains the countless rare treasures she has collected throughout her life.
Feng Qingyang walked into the second floor. The deeper he went, the greater the pressure became. The scorching fire waves made him sweat profusely. The powerful will that filled the second floor was like an invisible big hand. The moment Feng Qingyang entered, it was triggered, so that anyone who entered this place would feel the extremely strong pressure.
Moreover, there will be a hurdle every certain distance. If you cross it, the pressure will increase exponentially. If you can't cross it, you can only stay there. However, what Feng Qingyang wants is pressure.
Only when the pressure is strong can his body be strengthened. Feng Qingyang pondered in his mind, turning a deaf ear to the chattering of the mixed-feathered bird at this time, and with Xiaohuo, he exited the second floor and came to the place of retreat.
The warm and exquisite cave was pleasing to his eyes and filled his heart with joy. He thought to himself that practicing here might be a very good thing.
"Qingyang, keep going forward. I guarantee there are treasures in here, and quite a lot of them. If you take them for yourself and run away, you will become rich."
"I think it's you who wants it." Feng Qingyang curled his lips in disdain. Kong Xuan, this old bastard, has never changed his bad habits and is greedy by nature. If he really takes away the things in it, he will be so embarrassed.
"Besides, if I go in now, won't I be dead? You old and disrespectful thing, don't pay attention to what's inside. If I find out that there's something missing, I'll pluck out the last feathers of your bird."
Feng Qingyang glared at him fiercely, then sat down cross-legged with Xiao Huo, and fell into deep thought. There was a huge flame vein here, if he could devour it.
Thinking of this, his eyes lit up and a barely perceptible smile flashed across his face. If he could adapt to the high temperature deep underground under the pressure, would he have a chance to go deep underground and compete with the flame veins hidden there
He did what he said and was not a person who dragged his feet. As soon as the idea came to his mind, he left the cave and reached out to the magma outside. As soon as he appeared, the scorching heat waves all around came roaring, sweeping away everything in an instant, with the momentum of a whirlwind that could burn everything.
If it were an ordinary god, he might be frightened to death, but Feng Qingyang was not like that. When this powerful wave rolled over, he opened his mouth in an instant and sucked into the void. At that moment, all the overwhelming flames and heat waves were sucked into his mouth.
It was then swallowed up by the Nine-Layered Immortal Palace. After being compressed, it turned into a terrifying flame that burned the corpse. The force it emitted could promote his fusion with the corpse.
Although the flames that entered before were just a piece of cake for the corpse, but as time goes by, there will be a day when it will be completely integrated.
Feng Qingyang looked normal. He did not go deeper now, feeling the changes in his body. Although he would feel a pain when swallowing, compared with the benefits to his body, the benefits outweighed the disadvantages. This made him more determined to practice here.
"It's really a good place. It's not easy to find a place for cultivation that's so suitable for oneself in this world." Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and he felt slightly happy in his heart. He really came to the right place. No matter what the purpose was, it was worth the trip.
Deep within the flame vein, the color of the flame continued to increase in degree. In this flame vein, each level was ten feet, and the color gradually became darker. At the deepest point, even if you just concentrated on taking a look, you would feel that your whole body was burning, and your eyes would be burned by a powerful heat wave.
"It's so hot, let's go back." Zamao was listless, with his head drooping. He seemed to be stimulated by the burning heat, and his whole spirit dissipated.
"You go back first. I'm going to go down and investigate." After giving Xiaohuo some instructions, Xiaohuo actually stared at the mixed-feather bird vigilantly and growled at him from time to time.
Feng Qingyang laughed loudly, swung his sleeves, turned around, and headed straight for the depths of the Flame Vein. In a flash, he covered a distance of thirty feet, which meant that he jumped three levels at once.
The moment it appeared, the rich fire power that filled the surroundings began to roar wildly, but the moment it touched Feng Qingyang, he opened his mouth and swallowed it all into his body.
As he took a step, Feng Qingyang thought to himself that this was obviously not his limit. He looked down with burning eyes. In the dark blue flame, there was a presence that frightened him. He moved forward slowly until he reached a position of thirty-nine feet, then he sat cross-legged on the spot.
He had a feeling that if he rushed forward all at once, as soon as he stepped within forty feet, he would probably be killed instantly by the oncoming heat wave, and he would not even have a chance to struggle. His soul and fate would melt.
When one's strength reaches a certain level, everything will be in vain. Feng Qingyang sat in place, clasped his hands together, and began to deduce quickly. For a moment, the diffuse halo of immortal magic flowed, swept away the flames, and went straight to the center of the distance of thirty-nine to forty feet.
Boom!
The moment he entered, Feng Qingyang felt a shock all over his body, as if struck by lightning. The powerful recoil force made him shake all over, and he almost fell into a coma.
"Hmph, I'll give it a try. Is it true that I can't get in?" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, his eyes flickering repeatedly, and the speed of his hands increasing again. The crazy power of immortal magic, the breath that surpassed the laws of the gods, roared out from the void and rushed straight towards Feng Qingyang, as if he was in a rampage, gathering all over his body at an extremely fast speed.
Gradually, after an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes. The moment he opened them, he could clearly see a cluster of flames flickering, as if his eyes had refined the flames here, creating a pair of fiery eyes.
"Blue." The forty-foot flame had turned blue, which was equivalent to the pressure of a new God King. Feng Qingyang murmured in his heart, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
With a flick of his hand, he jumped up and headed straight for the Ninth Princess's Cave. He wanted to enter the second level and get used to the pressure there. Only in this way could he withstand the first impact there without dying and resist completely when he entered a depth of forty feet.
"What's the matter?" The moment he entered the cave, Kong Xuan's contemptuous voice was heard. Feng Qingyang ignored him and sat down on the cushion by himself, finally closing his eyes and thinking.
"Boy."
"Shut up, I want to retreat!"
"Still in seclusion? You stayed there for almost half a month this time. Don't you know?"