Feng Qingyang was furious, and he exerted endless strength on the nail that was inserted into the "roadside stone".
I saw bursts of black mist erupting from his body, and then all of it gathered at his fingernails. Even with all his magic power unleashed at this moment, Feng Qingyang could still feel a strong sense of numbness. He finally accepted the helpless reality that the feeling of numbness indeed ignored the magic power.
"Since you ignore the magic power, I will cut you out!" He muttered to himself, but all his energy and spirit were concentrated in his consciousness. Those extremely thin golden threads were densely packed like a spider web, tightly wrapping the ball of light in it.
The paralyzing feeling of the golden thread is obviously weaker on the periphery, while the paralyzing feeling inside is extremely strong.
"Mr. He, do you know what the 'roadside stone' in the Red Devil's hand is?" At this time, Mr. He's close follower asked with a puzzled look on his face. When everyone heard this, they all turned their attention to him.
Old He had a solemn expression on his face. He kept nodding his head as he watched Feng Qingyang cutting the stone. He seemed to understand something, but in fact he knew nothing in his heart.
However, in the eyes of everyone, he is a master, so he cannot lose his prestige. So he cleared his throat and said in a serious tone: "I think that 'roadside stone' is just an ordinary strange stone..."
Everyone almost fainted after hearing this. If he wasn't a famous stone cutting master and their senior, they would have punched him.
"That strange stone looks like it's the size of a fist, but I'm afraid there's a world of its own inside, just like our storage bags and storage rings. It's a strange storage stone with an internal space."
Seeing that everyone's eyes were a little strange, Mr. He blurted out again. After hearing this, everyone nodded in satisfaction, thinking that it made sense.
In fact, He Lao was just guessing. His sword Feng Qingyang's long nails almost penetrated it, but it didn't penetrate. And seeing his body shaking from time to time, he guessed that it was a storage stone, and Feng Qingyang's constantly shaking body might just be breaking someone else's mark.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang suddenly let out a low shout and his face turned purple. Everyone was shocked and looked at him intently. Qian Duoduo looked at Feng Qingyang worriedly, his palms almost sweating. However, the wine-drinking and meat-loving monk Lu Zhishen beside him seemed to be indifferent.
In his consciousness, Feng Qingyang clenched his teeth. Just at that moment, he finally cut off the golden threads on the periphery of the light ball. When he touched the second layer of golden threads, the feeling of numbness doubled again, and it was extremely toxic.
He clearly felt that his blood circulation was extremely slow at this moment. Although he was a zombie, he had the unique bloodline of the zombie king. Therefore, not only did he look like a normal person, his body was also different from that of a normal person. His cold body had a beating heart.
But before that, his heart clearly missed a beat, no, a breath. The originally even beating suddenly slowed down by a breath, and what made him even more terrified was that the speed was permanently reduced by a breath.
In other words, if he continued to cut the gold wire with his fingernails, he would be paralyzed before he even touched the last layer, which was the third layer of gold wire. He might even die.
Feng Qingyang was shocked. Even though he felt that this "roadside stone" was not simple, he did not think too much about it. Now he was in a dilemma.
If he continued to cut, he would be in danger of falling. If he died on this strange stone, the disappeared General Ying Gou and the already dead Zombie King Liu Wuji would fly out from the void and scold him to death.
But if he didn't continue cutting, there was no doubt that he would lose this game badly. Dozens of people around him placed bets, and some even spent all their fortunes.
Maybe, maybe Qian Duoduo would pay for the loss, but who is Feng Qingyang? How could he owe a woman a favor? Not to mention that it was Qian Duoduo who already felt guilty about it.
Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth. Every time his nails cut a golden thread, his body became more numb and his blood circulation gradually slowed down. He also felt extremely heavy all over and felt drowsy.
He had originally closed his eyes to concentrate, but when he wanted to open them, he felt as if his eyelids were weighed down by a thousand pounds of iron, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open them.
"Am I going to die like this?" At this moment he gradually felt despair, but even so, he still did not take the nail out of the 'roadside stone'.
In the eyes of the people watching the fight outside, Feng Qingyang's current appearance was indeed extremely scary. His face turned purple and blue, and there was a black gas on his neck that invaded his brain at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Big brother Qingyang!" Qian Duoduo, who was originally restrained from speaking, suddenly broke the ban and shouted loudly. Her shout was not a big deal to her, but in Feng Qingyang's ears it sounded like the sound of nature.
Feng Qingyang, who was originally dizzy and about to fall into a deep sleep, suddenly woke up after hearing this call. He gritted his teeth, and suddenly a tingling sensation instantly restored all his paralyzed nerves.
"I almost got tricked. This golden thread is so powerful. Not only does it ignore mana, but it also has a strong paralyzing effect..."
Feng Qingyang finally came to his senses, and at the same time, he was filled with anger. He, the owner of the Corpse King's bloodline, was almost killed by small 'roadside stones'.
He was unwilling to give in, and the blood of the sleeping corpse king suddenly began to boil. He heard a roar in his ears, as if the blood in his heart was mocking his fragility and vulnerability.
"How dare you laugh at me!" Feng Qingyang was angry. His strong willpower suppressed the feeling of numbness to the lowest level.
However, the people watching the battle from outside were shocked again. They saw that the black air that was about to invade his brain was gathering towards his fingernails like a tide.
At this time, the dark clouds that had dispersed before covered the earth again. This time the dark clouds were countless times larger than the dark clouds caused by Mr. He before.
A black cloud was rolling in the sky, with lightning bolts as thick as arms floating in it, and crackling sounds were heard from time to time, as if it was particularly angry about what Feng Qingyang was about to cut out.
"A strange phenomenon has fallen from the sky, a greater phenomenon than that seen by Elder He..." the crowd exclaimed, looking at Feng Qingyang and the black clouds in the sky in disbelief, their faces looking extremely ugly.
Because they knew that they had already lost the game, especially those who had gambled away their entire fortunes. They had sad faces, and when they thought about the fact that their lifelong treasures, spirit stones, pills, and magic weapons were about to be put into someone else's storage ring, they suddenly wanted to die.
"Hahaha... I knew that the Red Devils would never lose. You guys who looked down on others, now you're in trouble, right? You lost like a dead dog, right?"
Lu Zhishen laughed loudly, and everyone's faces became even more embarrassed after hearing it. If Lu Zhishen was not so powerful, everyone would have been covered in blood.