As these words came out, tremendous pressure swept away.
However, at this moment, something strange happened. A breath of vicissitudes emerged from the bronze throne in the center. As it spread, Feng Qingyang heard it, and his heart suddenly felt a strong shock.
As for the call from the Corpse King's bloodline, this expected vibration came very suddenly, as if it was related to his body itself. After Feng Qingyang came here, he was instantly awakened by this powerful impact.
Because, in this breath, he felt a familiar feeling... This feeling was like returning to the origin, as soft as jade, or in other words, it was as if this was something that originally belonged to him. After carrying it for many years, it would leave its own traces, and now that it was reunited after a long absence, it would naturally feel a strong call.
Feng Qingyang took a deep breath and brought himself back to reality. He recalled the thoughts that had appeared in his mind involuntarily before, and suppressed them completely after they came back. At least now was not the time for him to think too much. He looked at the bronze throne in the center. The strong aura of Taoism contained in it made him see the living dead and their bones. Even if the big tree was withered and turned into branches, it could still restore life under the washing of time and evolve all things in the world.
However, as he was watching, that feeling of vicissitudes reappeared, along with a strong summoning power, and a resonance of mutual attraction with the corpse king blood in his body, and even made him feel a faint joy in it, as if a wanderer who had been away from home for a long time suddenly saw the intimacy of his hometown.
Others simply cannot understand it. Even the nine great God Emperors of the current Supreme God Realm cannot have this feeling. Only Feng Qingyang can feel it in this breath. Perhaps it is because of the mysterious bloodline of the Corpse King. In short, his feeling is very clear, without any ambiguity.
In silence, he stepped forward one step at a time, the Green Lotus of Creation under his feet spreading. His calmness made Pangu's pupils shrink sharply at the other end, as if he had seen a ghost. Because he could not feel anything, he was shocked when he saw Feng Qingyang's ever-changing expression.
Although he was the one who created the world of cultivation, the spiritual world, and the origin of zombies, the appearance of Feng Qingyang was an anomaly. It was the existence of this anomaly that made him so fearful.
Feng Qingyang called him Qinglian, and he walked slowly towards the center. It seemed slow, but in fact, each step was a new world. With each step, he would instantly feel a sense of desolation, and the desolate feeling would turn into familiarity as he walked closer, gradually making Feng Qingyang feel confused, as if he had lost his way home. The Corpse King's blood was restless and refused to be at peace.
He looked at the bronze throne in the center, and at the Taoist inheritance on the blurry figure. There was a faint halo spreading above it, like an original object the size of a basketball, like the core of this world. The faint light was soft, and the sweetness in it was like a soft power that diffused and spread out completely.
Feng Qingyang was the first person to climb up, but he was not the first person to climb up. With the appearance of Pangu, he directly lost his original chance to climb up. This advantage was instantly cut in half, and if he was not careful, he would lose miserably.
In an instant, he sped up, as if he was running fast. However, the strange thing was that no matter how fast he ran, he could not reach the center in an instant. Even though it seemed to be getting closer and closer, in reality, it was still far away. Even Pangu at the other end was getting infinitely close to Feng Qingyang.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang also noticed something was wrong. He sped up again, like a long rainbow. In just a few breaths, the two began to approach each other quickly. His eyes flashed and he smiled secretly in his heart. Since he had to make a decision, he might as well decide the winner at this moment and determine who would live and who would die.
It was also at this moment that he understood the fundamental reason why they could not get close to the central bronze throne even as the distance shortened. It was because there were two of them and they could not be recognized by it at all. Only one person could obtain it. The inheritance of the Taoist Ancestor was not a single fruit that anyone could snatch at will. It was something that everyone had to make their own choices. It was precisely because of this choice that Feng Qingyang and the other person gradually came to the same place in the chaotic time and space and started a fierce competition.
Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with brilliance, and the moment the two came into contact, he did not hesitate at all and directly launched a powerful confrontation, especially now that he was close to the inheritance of the Central Dao Ancestor, which made his calm heart begin to go crazy. He could even feel the mighty circulation of the Corpse King's bloodline, and at this moment, the mysterious fangs belonging to the peak power of the Corpse King's bloodline were finally revealed.
Every breath was so shocking, and every look seemed to be able to break time and space at will. This boiling feeling made Feng Qingyang feel as if his whole body was about to jump. This nourishing feeling made him instantly full of confidence, and as it continued to spread, he became even more excited.
But as he got closer, the aura gradually began to change. The Corpse King's bloodline wanted to devour it, but the immortal power contained in its body produced a feeling of rejection.
As the two men got closer, Feng Qingyang saw the other's body turn blood red in an instant, and the surrounding bronze statues also turned violent in an instant.
"Die!" Pangu shouted and raised his hand forward. In an instant, the first bronze statue suddenly changed direction and instantly transformed from the previous blessing into an unparalleled god of death. Holding a huge axe, he chopped down at Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with coldness and murderous intent. His strong desire to fight made him want to kill the opponent. His body instantly turned into a stream of light and shot away like a rainbow. He did not use any immortal magic at this time, but directly fought with his physical body.
At the moment of the collision, his body shook violently. He was shaken deeply and kept retreating, and there was a trend that he could not stop.
"This place can only prosper and not fail!" Feng Qingyang suddenly woke up, and looking at the bronze statue that was constantly approaching, he grinned, and the pressure on his body suddenly burst out, as if it fell from the sky, and with a bang it turned into three thousand feet. Under the shock of this pressure, his body that was constantly retreating was suddenly forcibly stopped.
And at the moment when this light appeared, Pangu's face changed in the distance. This three thousand feet of pressure seemed to be about to break him.