Time passed slowly, and five hours later, the four finally arrived at the prosperous place of Longzang.
Feng Qingyang took a deep breath, and his body began to change immediately as he thought about it. His original snow-white clothes turned into a pure black Taoist robe in an instant. His eyes flashed with a faint light, and he swept everything within his sight in an instant.
This place was filled with deathly aura, but it seemed very vicissitudes of life, and underneath this aura there was a strong power of endless life. Feng Qingyang's eyes were as vast as the starry sky, and the boiling magic power in his body slowly calmed down. He stood here without taking a step forward, causing the three people who followed closely behind to stop and look at him in confusion.
At this moment, his destiny in the second layer of the Nine-Layer Immortal Mansion had begun to saturate, and was about to break through to the third layer. After 25% fusion, the corpse seemed to be almost completely integrated into his body, which played a great role in his own strength. If not for this, Feng Qingyang would not have tried so hard last time to shape a perfect physical body.
At this moment, he stood in place, his eyes casually sweeping towards the hall a hundred feet away. In the hall, there was a breath that Feng Qingyang was quite afraid of. The moment this breath appeared, it attracted him and made him stop moving forward.
With a light exclamation, he suddenly walked forward unconsciously. Almost at the moment he moved forward, a pair of cold eyes pierced through the void and looked at him. The gazes of the two people intertwined in the air, as if they were looking at each other. The appearance of this scene made Feng Qingyang even more surprised.
"What is that?"
After thinking for a moment, he put aside the doubts in his heart, suppressed his uneasiness, led the three people forward, and left this place unknowingly.
Lu Wenran followed Feng Qingyang all the time. He saw the other party's doubts, but he did not feel the aura that Feng Qingyang was detecting. However, since the other party did not say anything, he kept silent about it.
"Wenran." A quarter of an hour later, Feng Qingyang suddenly stopped again, but this time he was no longer silent alone. Instead, he began to call out to Lu Wenran behind him and the two Sima brothers not far away.
In front of him, there stood a man in a white Taoist robe. His attire was surprisingly similar to his. Feng Qingyang glanced at him casually, as if he was just taking a casual glance. However, this time, just like before, his gaze intersected with that of the other party almost the moment his eyes glanced over.
He breathed slowly, pretending not to care, turned around and looked at the people behind him, and whispered, "How much do you know about the Dragon Hidden State?"
Lu Wenran did not speak immediately, but fell into deep thought. He subconsciously looked towards the place where Feng Qingyang had swept before. It didn't matter that he looked there. Almost at the moment of looking over, his eyes were like possessed. He was deeply attracted to the other party, and a look of shock spread all over his body.
The two Sima brothers in the back were pale and looked at the white figure in front of them with fear. The white figure was dressed whiter than snow and fluttering in the wind. They were shocked almost the moment the other person appeared.
Their fists clenched subconsciously, and the power in their bodies surged uncontrollably, causing the void to roar and a feeling of being sharp enough to cut through the air.
The echoing sound actually shook their internal organs and made them feel like they were about to collapse. This was a subconscious state of self-preservation. Otherwise, such a scene would not have happened the moment they saw each other.
Feng Qingyang was not a fool. Even if he plucked out an eyelash, there would be nothing inside. Without waiting for Lu Wenran to speak, he knew what he was facing.
The white figure was wearing a colorful mask, but Feng Qingyang still felt a hint of threat from it. The source of this aura was exactly the same as his, as if the two of them had appeared from the same place.
“Killer!”
Feng Qingyang cried out in surprise, and the eight-colored power reverberated throughout his body. The power of the immortal way filled every particle of flesh and blood in his body, and even in his blood. Although the opponent's face was hidden under the mask, the gaze radiating from the mask still gave him an extremely uncomfortable feeling, as if a mosquito was biting him.
Subconsciously, he also burst out with the power of self-preservation. The fiery red mark between his eyebrows began to flash, and his eyes revealed an aggressive feeling, piercing through the void. The faint light spun even faster, and the thick halo almost pierced through the sky.
This is a prosperous place in Longzang State, with countless ancient gods coming and going. At first glance, it looks like a river formed by the convergence of crowds of people, bustling with people almost sticking to each other. Feng Qingyang and his group stood where they were, especially after seeing the white figure in front of them. The breath that burst out immediately caused a peculiar aura here.
Countless passers-by stopped and looked at Feng Qingyang and the three people behind him in confusion. After a moment, they found the root cause of the burst of aura.
The white figure not far away might be inconspicuous in the crowd, but when the aura intertwined in the void and then burst out, it appeared particularly eye-catching, even giving a feeling of standing out from the crowd.
"The assassin king of Ryuzo!"
Someone whispered something, and although it sounded very soft, it still fell into Feng Qingyang's ears clearly. Almost at the moment when these words entered their ears, they trembled all over, and Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed.
The King of Killers! The King of Killers of Ryuzo!
His mind moved, and his consciousness sank into the golden fox mask. The killer's information and memories poured out, and he found the other party's information with incredible accuracy.
"Second on the human list! Golden eyes!" Feng Qingyang's heart moved, and he finally understood the throbbing in his heart. It seemed that this was not just the sensation of being a killer, but the other party's eyes.
He knew the golden eyes very well. They were a pair of extremely terrifying eyes. They could almost be described as the eyes of rules. With just one glance, the world would change. Wherever the gaze reached, the sky would collapse and the earth would break.
So what exactly does his tracking mean? Feng Qingyang's heart moved slightly. The killers had a sense of each other, and the other party always appeared around him, which could only mean one thing, that is, he took over the bounty order to kill Feng Qingyang.
"You immortal, why are you so tricky? It's just my first time to come to the Dragon Hidden State, and such a killer came to greet me. It's so unfair." Feng Qingyang's face darkened slightly, and he said with great dissatisfaction. Then he took a step forward regardless of anything. The other party did not make a move, and he pretended not to know. As his breath spread, it instantly woke up the three people beside him.