"If you're worried, you can wait for me here." Feng Qingyang said in a deep voice.
Lu Wenran and the other two glanced at each other and could only nod helplessly. Being able to follow Feng Qingyang into the dragon's hiding place was already a great fortune. If they pushed for more, they would probably cause the other party to be disgusted.
After a moment of silence, he raised his head first, looked at Feng Qingyang sincerely, and said: "If the young master is in trouble, just crush this jade slip."
After saying that, he flipped his hand and waved out a emerald green jade slip. Feng Qingyang took it, looked at him deeply, nodded suddenly, and then turned into a stream of light and disappeared at the end of the world.
The Dragon Hidden Land itself is a forbidden area. It has been a while since it was opened. It was a surprise that Feng Qingyang was able to come in. After all, no one would have thought that someone who was not of royal blood could obtain the Thunder Cauldron.
The closer you get to the mountain, the thicker the murderous aura and mixed smells in the void become. The seemingly peaceful void is like another world here.
Countless years ago, the Dragon Hidden Land was based on the body of the fallen Half-Step God Emperor. The current God Emperor collected countless treasures and integrated them, which led to the current Dragon Hidden Land.
The center of the forbidden area is the heart of the Half-Step God Emperor. Everything here belongs to the royal family. No outsiders have ever come here. Even if there are outsiders, they are people who swear allegiance to the royal family.
But today, all this is going to change. With the arrival of Feng Qingyang, the gears of destiny here deviate from the originally planned track and start to move in an unknown direction.
After a while, Feng Qingyang passed through the void legend and came to the top of the mountain, gazing at the endless white snow below. He knew very well that once he went down from here, life and death would be at stake.
Almost at the moment he entered, a majestic roar came from below, stirring up a cold sound like rolling water, drowning out the sound of the wind and completely changing the surrounding scenery.
Feng Qingyang's body sank rapidly. As he went deeper, the scenery changed rapidly. Gradually, the place became open, and countless attics appeared. These buildings looked extremely old, as if they had existed for countless years. Large areas collapsed, and countless pieces of rubble mixed with sparkling divine stones rolled everywhere, turning into a storm that echoed in the inner world of the mountain.
As he entered, countless exclamations were heard again, and in an instant, several ink-black shadows rushed out frantically. One by one, cultivators in black armor were seen floating in the void, both young and old. The weakest of them were at the peak of the Heavenly God, and most of them were at the level of Half-Step God King.
"Who are you and why did you enter the forbidden dragon storage of my royal family?" An older god king stepped out, passed the cultivators from all directions and came to three feet away from Feng Qingyang, looking at him coldly.
With Feng Qingyang's intelligence, he could naturally understand what he meant by this sentence. His subconscious mind was just telling him to get out. But would he let them get their wish
Although there were many monks, most of them were no match for him. It was not difficult to kill them. Feng Qingyang smiled and said, "Why do you say this belongs to your royal family? Can you provide evidence? Otherwise, I can also say that this belongs to my family. Why did you break in?"
As he spoke, Feng Qingyang also took a step forward. With this step, his aura burst out without hesitation. There was a rumbling sound of thunder in the void. The sound gathered and fell on the older God King. The sound of the explosion became more obvious, and the void seemed to begin to tremble, and it began to spread under the folds, completely enveloping the opponent.
Feng Qingyang's aura spread out without reservation this time. He knew one thing very well, that is, if he wanted to gain benefits here and protect himself, then he could only choose the path of arrogance. Only when they were afraid of him, everything would become simple and clear.
"How dare you! How arrogant! Where did you come from, you little beast?" Another middle-aged God King walked out from the back of the crowd. Judging from the fluctuations of his aura, he was in the middle stage and it seemed that he had just broken through.
Feng Qingyang sneered. Without saying a word, he punched forward. The punch instantly turned into a storm in the void. When it gathered together, even the late God King would change his face, and there was a risk of being killed.
The countless gods surrounding him suddenly changed their expressions as Feng Qingyang made his move. When Feng Qingyang's punch came, it landed in the void with a bang, like a sea of thunder. Suddenly, the God King who insulted Feng Qingyang spat out a mouthful of blood. He had no power to resist at all and collapsed in an instant.
Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, appearing extremely brutal, causing the gods in all directions to tremble in fear and look at Feng Qingyang with signs of collapse in their eyes. They wanted to escape and hide, but the moment this thought came to their mind, they clearly felt the murderous intent hidden in the void, which locked them all, and they could not escape from here at all.
With a loud bang, a light blue soul body emerged from it. Feng Qingyang raised his hand and pinched it in his palm. Then he looked around indifferently and said, "Is this your private place? Show me the evidence."
As he spoke, the sound waves swept in all directions, even directly spread from the inner world of the mountain and rippled in the outside world. His murderous intent was not concealed at all, and his eyes were like knives. Wherever he passed, everyone lowered their heads, unwilling to look him in the face.
"He is Feng Qingyang, don't do anything." A deep voice came from under the white fog, and then an extremely majestic middle-aged man appeared. He floated in the void and looked at Feng Qingyang with great fear.
"What, he is Feng Qingyang?" Everyone's heart trembled, wondering how this god of death got in.
Feng Qingyang, on the other hand, had a cold look in his eyes. Even though the other party outnumbered them, he was not afraid at all. He did not take these people seriously at all.
His face was cold, and he took another step forward and stood in front of the middle-aged man. Ripples echoed under his feet and the void was turbulent, showing his incomparably powerful aura.
"So strong." The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, his scalp tingled, and his eyes showed disbelief. The shock and horror almost scared the people around him to death.
Too powerful. Who can resist such a strong power