"Method..."
Xuan Dao rubbed his hands awkwardly, then turned into a stream of light and bypassed the Dragon of Destiny. He came in front of Feng Qingyang with a roar, and sat down cross-legged like him.
He didn't want to die, but Feng Qingyang didn't tell him any way. He had no choice but to walk over silently and follow the other party's instructions. He didn't believe that he would be killed by the Dragon of Destiny like this.
This scene made Feng Qingyang burst out laughing, but he still kept a straight face and pretended to be an otherworldly master. Looking at Xuan Dao's silly look, his eyes revealed a hint of teachableness.
"Boy, don't go too far. I've put aside my dignity and come to ask you for advice. If you go too far, don't blame me for slapping you to death." Xuan Dao was angry. In fact, it would be easy for him to kill Feng Qingyang now, and the other party obviously understood this.
Feng Qingyang remained silent. The other party didn't dare to act rashly now. Once he made the Fate Dragon of the Void feel fearful, he would definitely die. There was almost no suspense.
"Can't you use your brain?" Feng Qingyang rolled his eyes, and then fixed his gaze on the Destiny Dragon in the void. He was silent for a moment, and his original playful smile disappeared, replaced by a serious look.
"Fate itself is an illusory thing. If you believe in it, it exists. If you don't, it doesn't exist. Didn't you tell me before that you don't believe in fate? Since you don't believe it, what are you afraid of? As long as you don't believe it, then the other party doesn't exist!" After saying that, Feng Qingyang closed his eyes, and his mind sank into the nine-level fairy palace in the Dantian world.
His fate has been integrated into the corpse. Now if he wants to defeat the dragon of destiny, he can only break his fate and let it completely integrate into his body. Otherwise, he will never be able to escape from this confinement for the rest of his life.
Xuan Dao's eyes flashed slightly, and his gaze at Feng Qingyang changed again. In fact, the other party didn't have to tell him, but Feng Qingyang didn't, and still selflessly told him the method.
"I don't believe in fate!" As he spoke, he looked at the Fate Dragon entrenched in the void. The pure golden five-clawed dragon was fierce and powerful. He swallowed hard and sighed secretly. Even so, how could he not believe it now? If he didn't believe it, he wouldn't be alive until now.
He had a complicated expression, and finally he also closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the spot. However, at the moment he closed his eyes, the sleeping Pangu's consciousness reawakened, and the latter tactfully disappeared, handing control of the body back to Pangu.
"Dragon of Destiny, is it all right if you just don't believe it?" Pangu opened his eyes, and his gaze had changed at this moment. The Xuan Dao consciousness disappeared, and his original self appeared. He saw the previous battle and conversation without reservation. Although this body was his own, there must be a Xuan Dao consciousness in it. In other words, this was a twin body, with different consciousnesses in the same body, and different consciousnesses would lead to different cultivation.
This is why after Pangu's consciousness fell asleep, Xuan Dao's consciousness appeared and was able to push his cultivation level close to Xuan Zun's level. He had a gloomy face, looking at Feng Qingyang who was sitting cross-legged beside him, and a murderous intent flashed in his mind.
"Don't have any evil thoughts. If you think you can kill me, you can try it!" At this moment, Feng Qingyang, who had been contemplating, suddenly spoke. These words seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld, and echoed in Pangu's mind the moment they appeared. Amidst the roar, a look of deep shock and fear flashed across his face.
"How could he know what I'm thinking!" Pangu thought to himself, his expression changing from gloomy to murderous, but in the end he sighed and restrained his murderous intent.
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Feng Qingyang sank into the Nine-Layer Immortal Palace. This mysterious and exquisite pagoda contained too many secrets. Although it appeared from his body, it was not under his control at all. This was more or less a helplessness for him.
As the divine consciousness entered, a boom suddenly came from the Nine-Layer Immortal Mansion. The corpse inside, that is, the mysterious corpse that had transformed into Feng Qingyang, opened his eyes at this time. He stood up from his cross-legged state and looked at everything in the Immortal Mansion. When had he entered here before? It seemed that he had never been here since the small world in the Dantian of the corpse completely disappeared.
But now, after he entered, he suddenly felt a familiar yet strange feeling in his heart: the Nine-Layered Immortal Palace—the mysterious corpse—the bloodline of the Corpse King!
The Green Lotus of Creation surrounds the Nine-Layer Immortal Mansion, like a tireless machine refining the immortal power emerging from the Nine-Layer Immortal Mansion. Outside the Green Lotus of Creation, there are two rotating beads, one black and one white. Looking at these two beads, Feng Qingyang's expression became even more helpless.
This mysterious thing is not under his control at all. It is completely a time bomb. If he is not careful, it will blow him to pieces, leaving no body and soul, and he will never be able to be reborn.
"Fate... destiny... my destiny!"
Feng Qingyang murmured softly, his mind suddenly entering into a deeper level of destiny. The moment he entered, a loud bang was heard in his ears, and then the picture began to change.
The Earth... the world of cultivation... the four realms of truth... and finally the Supreme God Realm. Countless scenes replayed before his eyes like a movie. The appearance of past events one after another made his heart suddenly become heavy.
All along, he has been existing in a desperate posture, unwilling to accept the earth, unwilling to accept the cultivation world, unwilling to accept the four true worlds, and unwilling to accept the supreme divine world.
"No, there is a conspiracy here!" Suddenly, Feng Qingyang seemed to see something unusual in it. If it was just an aftertaste before, then now, on the basis of this aftertaste, there was an indelible sense of heaviness.
He never looked back before, but now it seems like this is a main line. Seeing him connected together, it seems that there is an invisible big hand in the dark controlling it and making it a controlled existence.
He was like a chess piece, but as a chess piece, he did not passively follow the routine, but developed freely on his own. However, it was precisely because of this laissez-faire free development that he embarked on the originally prescribed trajectory.
The more he thought about it, the more shocked Feng Qingyang became. In the end, he suddenly turned pale, because if this guess was true, then who was he now? What was he
The scene changes, and finally ends with him entering the place where the Taoist ancestors inherited their legacy...