As Guiming entered the coffin, the empty ancient tomb suddenly became quiet.
"This old Korean is really unreliable..." Feng Qingyang cursed and found a corner, using its blind spot to hide his body.
Soon, they heard bursts of breaking jade coming from outside. When they listened carefully, they found two men coming. Those who appeared in such a deep mountain forest were definitely not ordinary people.
“Plop… plop…”
Along with the sound of landing, two people suddenly appeared in the ancient tomb. One of them had handsome eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth; the other one exuded a cold aura. They were Li Qingfeng and Leng Wuqing who followed Feng Qingyang's footsteps and the previous resentment.
Feng Qingyang restrained his breath and looked around quietly from the blind spot, only to hear someone say, "Uncle Master, I didn't expect that there would be a world inside this tree hole, and I didn't expect that there would be an ancient tomb sealed here."
"Yeah!" Leng Wuqing responded in a deep voice, his narrow eyes that were shining with brilliance looked around, as if emitting a ray of brilliance.
The desolate ancient tomb is full of weirdness, and there are eternally burning lamps around it.
"Oh no! This is the seal of the Putuo ancestor!" A cry of surprise came from the ancient tomb.
Li Qingfeng's face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans were on his forehead.
"The ancient tomb is surrounded by the Suppression Characters, which is the famous skill of the Putuo Patriarch. The 360 Suppression Characters form the power of the heavens to suppress everything. However, the seal has been broken, and I am afraid that the monster sealed in it has escaped."
Leng Wuqing's heart was also beating faster. As he was afraid of death, he wanted to leave this dangerous place immediately. He was about to call Li Qingfeng beside him, but he saw him walking straight towards the blind corner of the cave.
"If you want to die, you can't blame me!" Leng Wuqing said angrily in his heart, and then looked around with full concentration.
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"Have you discovered me?" Seeing that Li Qingfeng showed no sign of turning around, Feng Qingyang became extremely anxious. He was no match for either of these two men. If he was discovered, he would surely end up dead without a burial place.
The ancient tomb was quiet and a cold wind suddenly blew up. The sound of the wind hit the surrounding walls and made ghostly howling sounds.
“Here it comes…!”
Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth and started to practice the Nine Yin Scriptures at a rapid speed. The nails on his hands suddenly stretched out, and his sinister fangs were shining with sharp light. As long as Li Qingfeng stepped forward, he would instantly jump up and bite off his neck.
Fifty meters... Thirty meters... Twenty meters... Ten meters...
The two seemed to be standing together, in the darkness, Feng Qingyang's eyes had merged into the darkness, without a trace of light.
He held his breath. Zombies were dead things, and Feng Qingyang tried his best to restrain his breath, so Li Qingfeng, who was so close to him, didn't notice it.
Five meters... Four meters... Li Qingfeng was about to reach a blind spot.
"Qingfeng, there's something strange here." Leng Wuqing's extremely cold yet urgent voice came from a distance.
"Huh?" Li Qingfeng was stunned. He turned around and saw that Leng Wuqing had flown into the air without him noticing, and was looking at the top of the ancient tomb in horror.
Here in the room, Li Qingfeng took a deep look at the blind spot, then soared into the air with a whoosh and flew towards Leng Wuqing.
"Huh..." Seeing Li Qingfeng leave, Feng Qingyang on the side let out a deep breath. Just before that, his heart was in his throat.
"I'm scared to death, is this someone from the world of cultivation?" Feng Qingyang looked at the two people floating in the air with a look of longing.
"I don't know when I will be able to have this ability..."
Just as he was lost in thought, he heard a loud roar from midair. Feng Qingyang's eyelids jumped: "I've been discovered!"
Without thinking, he threw it to the side with all his strength. With his full speed, he was as fast as a ghost. In a flash, he ran a hundred meters away. Before he could stop, he heard a loud bang from the place where he had been hiding before.
Feng Qingyang looked back and shuddered immediately, thinking to himself that he was lucky.
I saw that the hiding place had already been covered by a ball of magma. The dark red magma eroded the surrounding walls, making a sizzling sound. You can imagine how high the temperature is.
Zombies like shade and cannot see sunlight. They also hate fire and high temperature. Feng Qingyang is like this at the moment.
"Damn it, do you think I'm a soft persimmon?" Feng Qingyang let out a strange cry, and when he saw the dead corner that had already melted, a strong resentment suddenly arose in his heart.
If I had been careless before, the result would have been the same as the melted dead corner.
"Ah!" Feng Qingyang howled like a ghost, and saw a huge stone slab several meters long beside him. Without thinking, he raised it and kicked it into the sky.
“Hu…Hu…Hu…”
The force of that kick was probably no less than two thousand pounds, and the stone slab flew away with a force that broke through the air.
"Demon, stop being so arrogant!" Leng Wuqing shouted in the air, his fingers flying quickly in the void.
"Break!" He pointed his finger downward, and a large word "Break" suddenly formed in the air. The handwriting was vast and powerful, revealing a captivating sharp aura.
The stone slab flew away, and before it touched them, it was cut into powder by the broken words and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang's heart trembled, and he secretly said that it was amazing. There were several huge ten stones beside him. Feng Qingyang didn't think twice and raised a gust of cold wind, and several large stones whistled away again.
Leng Wuqing in the air seemed to have figured out Feng Qingyang's strength. He raised a sneer and raised his hand to draw a line in the air. An invisible sharp air chopped down diagonally, and the stone slabs shattered again.
This is not an equal level of strength at all. The big figures in the world of cultivation can call the wind and rain, move mountains and fill the sea. Feng Qingyang is no match for them at all with his brute force without getting close to them.
The other party was obviously teasing him, otherwise he would have flown down from the void and killed him.
Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang became even more furious. He felt like a clown, or even more like a soft persimmon that others could squeeze however they wanted.
A feeling of resentment rose in his chest. Stimulated by this resentment, his nails turned shiny black, and the keratin on his body became more obvious.
"Whoosh!" He opened his mouth wide, his fangs split open, and blew out a thick black gas into the air. The black wind seemed to corrode the air wherever it went.
"Corpse Qi?" Li Qingfeng in the void frowned. He had seen Feng Qingyang running and being intelligent before, so he thought he was a member of the Ghost King Sect.
"You are not a zombie!" Li Qingfeng felt disgusted as he looked at the black air coming towards him. He was a member of the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect. Everyone in Maoshan took it as their responsibility to eliminate demons and defend the way of righteousness, and they hated to see such dark zombie creatures the most.
After he finished speaking, he took out a small sword that was two fingers wide out of thin air, raised it with one hand and swung it down, as if he wanted to cut Feng Qingyang into two pieces.
Before the sword arrived, its force had already suppressed Feng Qingyang. Feng Qingyang was locked in by the strong sword energy and could not move. Looking at Li Qingfeng flying over, Feng Qingyang's blood suddenly became agitated. He had never seen anyone from the world of cultivation, and didn't know how they stretched their arms. But this time, he was locked in and was full of fighting spirit.
After being baptized by thunder, his body had undergone a series of changes, and this was a good opportunity to test his physical strength.
"Clang!" The small sword, which was two fingers wide, made a crisp sound, but couldn't penetrate at all.
Li Qingfeng was stunned, and felt that the previous sword seemed to have stabbed on the fine iron. He thought to himself that it was not good, and turned around, and a yellow talisman floated down.
"disease!"
He shouted loudly, and the yellow talisman instantly turned into a fire dragon. This fire dragon was more ferocious than the fire talisman Feng Qingyang had found from the fat man before. The fire dragon circled fiercely, as if it wanted to melt the void, and opened its bloody mouth towards Feng Qingyang's face.
"Are you going to use spells on me at close range?" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly. Before, he couldn't do anything to them in mid-air, but he didn't expect that Li Qingfeng would actually play close combat with him at this moment.
The seal on the ancient tomb has been broken and can be used. Feng Qingyang practiced the Nine Yin Scriptures and cold yin energy enveloped him.
He did not dodge or evade, but instead exerted force on his feet and kicked towards the fire dragon that was approaching him with a cold and negative energy.
Squeak, squeak, squeak…
Smoke rose, and the fire dragon let out a scream and dispersed, revealing the cold Feng Qingyang inside.
"Now it's your turn to experience my power!" Feng Qingyang grinned fiercely and appeared behind Li Qingfeng in a flash, as fast as a ghost.
Just as he was about to kick, he suddenly found that his body could not move, as if he was controlled by something. His whole body became stiff again and he couldn't even jump.
He heard a cold snort in his ear. As a zombie, he couldn't move his eyes and could only sense by feeling. At the critical moment, Leng Wuqing in mid-air threw down a zombie-fixing talisman at lightning speed, which hit his back exactly.
"How dare you do this to a little corpse? You are simply courting death..."