The Ninth Princess' eyes widened, and she flicked her sleeves, and a colorful glass harp came out. It looked like she was ready to take action immediately.
"Do you really want to be my enemy?"
"It is you who want to be my enemy." She stood there, stroking the piano with both hands. She was extremely beautiful, with flying black hair and a delicate face full of stubbornness and tenacity. If she took action, it would be as powerful as thunder and the fight would not stop until death!
The Azure Luan Divine King fell silent. Finally, he snorted coldly and turned to gallop towards the border. "It's better if he doesn't leave the Suzaku Divine Kingdom. Otherwise, even if a war breaks out between the two countries, I will not hesitate!"
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Five days had passed since the last escape. Feng Qingyang followed some memories and came to a place that also contained a huge flame vein. This place was not a border, but an ancient battlefield.
For countless thousands of years, the Supreme God Realm was in turmoil, and the vassal states under the Nine Divine Dynasties fought endlessly, with countless casualties. During this period, countless super powers emerged on the Mingdong side.
However, the stationmaster's life will eventually come to an end. The original ancient battlefield has been turned into a forbidden area, with ghosts crying and wolves howling all year round, which is extremely weird. The place where Feng Qingyang went was the center of the battle between the Qingluan Divine Kingdom and the Suzaku Divine Kingdom. This is a main battlefield.
It covers an area of hundreds of thousands of miles and is shrouded in thick fog. Every time the sun rises, you can see the rolling clouds. Therefore, this place is also known as the Danhai. For countless years, countless people have flocked in just to seek the relics left by the powerful people who died on the battlefield.
Of course, there are gains and losses. The Danhai, which served as a battlefield back then, was extremely strange. Of the cultivators who entered it, only half of them could come out out of ten.
"It is said that there is a fire dragon running around among them, which can transform into a human form. It is obviously a main vein. Even if it is located on the battlefield, it must be the main vein that converges at the border between Suzaku and Qingluan. If I swallow it, my cultivation will definitely be strengthened, and I may be able to break through the state of extinction in one fell swoop."
There are also many realms after the ancestor zombie, but Feng Qingyang can only comprehend the initial realm and the extinction realm now, but he knows that after the extinction realm, there must be a more mysterious realm. Only by breaking through that realm can he truly roam the divine world without hiding his head and showing his tail.
At noon seven days later, the sky was gloomy and looked extremely gray, as if a heavy rain was about to come. There was an indescribable feeling of depression in the air. After speeding for a long time, one would feel irritated and give rise to inner demons.
Arriving at the outskirts of Danhai, looking at the ancient battlefield shrouded in constant rolling, it was gloomy inside. Almost at the moment of his arrival, a cold wind blew in his face. It was really cold, like the underworld, so cold that it could freeze thousands of miles and freeze all living things.
"It's really weird." Feng Qingyang murmured. He was not that uncomfortable with the cold. Although he was now on the path to immortality, he was still a zombie and of the feminine nature. Compared to the scorching power of the phoenix, the cold air that spread out at this time made him more comfortable.
Furthermore, his cultivation had already reached the extreme after the breakthrough. He was able to survive a single blow from the God King and was considered to be a top figure among the gods. Therefore, the moment he stepped into the Danhai, it was as if he was walking on flat ground.
The cycle of life and death, cause and effect are unpredictable. The battlefield of the past has become a forbidden area today, where countless wronged souls sleep. Therefore, countless ancient gods who cultivate their spirits gather here, especially the Dahun Sect and the Guiyuan Divine Sect. The two major sects have their own bases here, confronting each other all year round, and large-scale conflicts break out from time to time.
However, Danhai is independent of the Kingdom of God, and the fighting here will not make the Kingdom of God sensitive. Just like the high seas on Earth, this is a public area with no restrictions.
Therefore, there are often countless monks fighting and killing each other. The situation is extremely chaotic, with clouds rolling. It seems quiet, but who knows the undercurrents and countless murderous intentions hidden in it
When entering the fog, a unique cold air rushed towards Feng Qingyang, as if testing his qualifications. If his cultivation was weak, he would probably explode and die in the first wave of impact.
However, it appeared very quickly, but it retreated even faster. Just like a dream, Feng Qingyang did not stop for a moment and sank directly into the depths of the sea of clouds.
Danhai is covered in thick fog, just like the sea. The thickness is unknown. Once you enter this place, it is almost impossible to distinguish the surroundings by sight and you can only explore with spiritual sense.
Feng Qingyang's mind moved, and his spiritual consciousness suddenly spread out. For a moment, the thousands of feet of land entered his mind. This place was a circular valley. On the outskirts of the valley, there was a towering mountain that penetrated into the depths of the sea of clouds.
At the edge of the valley, there are countless lonely graves, weapons and armor everywhere. Every step you take seems to be stepping on the relics of the war.
The scattered divine artifacts and the unburied bones lost their original divine grace in the instant of being washed away. Now they were like straws that would break into pieces at the touch of the wind. Feng Qingyang walked forward silently, stepping on the ground composed of bones and weapons.
When he closed his eyes, he suddenly felt an eerie aura swirling around the heaven and earth, covering all directions. He could faintly hear the roars of those souls. Although it was calm, the weirdness in it was almost extremely strong.
Slowly, he approached some nearby solitary graves. The incomplete tombstones were engraved with unintelligible inscriptions, words belonging to their era, silently praising these great men who had been buried on the battlefield and died on horseback.
The breath of residual souls spreads from every solitary grave. The solitary grave is originally a seal. After all, once these residual souls explode, it will cause a considerable impact on the surrounding world.
However, as time went by, these seals gradually began to loosen, and the souls suppressed inside began to spread out through the cracks, floating across the sky and earth.
Feng Qingyang was silent. He seemed to see the battlefield at that time, the scene of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of ancient gods fighting. He passed by the lonely graves in all directions and slowly walked towards the top of the mountain.
As the altitude increases, the seals on the lonely graves on all sides become stronger. However, the higher they go, the fewer the residual souls surrounding them become. Feng Qingyang was puzzled and quickened his pace as he walked towards the top of the mountain.
When approaching the top of the mountain, Feng Qingyang suddenly stopped. There was a huge tomb on the top of the mountain, or should I say, a huge ancient tomb. In front of the ancient tomb stood a giant stele about a hundred feet high, on which were engraved clear and sharp handwriting, revealing a kind of tenacity that could not be decayed despite the erosion of time, just like a new tomb.
And under the tombstone, there was a person standing, a woman in a white robe. She looked at the inscription silently without saying a word. Feng Qingyang's arrival did not seem to attract her attention.
Just a faint sound of crying can be heard in the air...