Feng Qingyang didn't care about Li Qingfeng's fear at all, and walked straight towards Leng Wuqing with murderous intent.
With every step he changed, his originally 1.70 meter tall figure suddenly grew to 20 feet taller, with a green face and fangs, and veins bulging on his exposed arms, like a series of intertwined dragons.
The body was covered with a layer of yellow keratinous material, one piece after another, like scales. The nails on the hands became sharp and long, and the sharpness was probably beyond that of ordinary weapons.
"Is the Foundation Establishment Stage very powerful?"
Coming to Leng Wuqing's side, Feng Qingyang lifted him up with one hand. At this moment, he was like holding a chicken, and he could crush him to pieces with just a little force.
"You...you...what on earth are you?" Leng Wuqing was also extremely horrified at this moment, stammering. The bloodthirsty aura on the floor made him despair.
It's really like the wind changes with the wheel. Before, Feng Qingyang was like a mouse being teased by him at will, but now he has turned into the god of death who controls life and death.
"I am nothing, I am your ancestor!"
Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, raised his huge right palm and pinched Leng Wuqing's arm.
"Crack..." Leng Wuqing screamed, cold sweat and blood all over his body. His right arm was torn off by Feng Qingyang. What was even more terrifying was that Feng Qingyang actually threw the severed arm into his mouth.
“Crack…Crack…”
The sound of the crisp bones seemed so harsh and terrifying in the dim ancient tomb.
"Ah!" Li Qingfeng on the side let out a shrill scream, as if he was stimulated by something. Without thinking, he jumped out of the ancient tomb and fled.
"Qingfeng, save me!" Seeing Li Qingfeng running away, Leng Wuqing uttered a weak and shrill cry. Due to excessive blood loss, his eyes turned pale.
"Hmph..." Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, and pulled off his other arm again amidst his shrill screams. Without thinking, he threw it into his mouth and ate it with relish. At this moment, he was simply a devil, no! Even scarier than a devil.
"Monster, it's my bad luck that I fell into your hands today, but... do you think you can trample on me at will?" Leng Wuqing, who seemed to be dead, suddenly recovered his spirit, and an unhealthy blush appeared on his face. This was obviously a last gasp.
He said in a trembling voice: "I am the elder of the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect. If you kill me, you will also go to hell with me."
"Go to hell with you? Do you have the qualifications?" Feng Qingyang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and opened his bloody mouth to bite.
"In that case, let's die together!" Leng Wuqing shouted loudly. His face became ferocious, and his skinny body began to swell instantly. At the same time, a dangerous aura began to emerge from his body.
Feng Qingyang, who was pinching his neck with one hand, looked indifferently at Leng Wushi, who had a crazy look on his face, as if he didn't care about his threats and intimidation at all.
"Do you want to self-destruct? Try and see if you can do it!" Like a voice from hell, the pair of eyes that were full of indifference to life stared at Leng Wuqing indifferently.
"You..." Leng Wuqing was shocked. His magic power, which had been running wildly, was instantly restrained. His swollen body was already cracked all over, and blood was flowing out of his seven orifices. At this moment, he looked so embarrassed and pitiful, completely different from the cold and ruthless person before.
"Just let me eat it..." Feng Qingyang grinned and bit his neck.
"Gudong gudong..." Blood flowed from his mouth along his throat into his body. At this moment, his whole body began to tremble slightly, as if he had tasted the most delicious food in the world and was left with an endless aftertaste.
“Bang!”
With a casual throw, Feng Qingyang tossed Leng Wuqing, who had been sucked dry, aside. A generation of foundation-building masters died here in such a miserable way. It had to be said that it was a desolate fate. If it weren't for his humiliation of Feng Qingyang, he wouldn't have ended up like this.
The law of nature is retribution, and it is indeed retribution...
At this moment the ancient tomb suddenly became quiet, but it was shrouded by another bloodthirsty aura. This bloodthirsty aura was even more terrifying than the yin energy, and even the air was trembling slightly.
…
“Tick…Tick…”
Blood rain as big as beans fell from the sky. Feng Qingyang opened his confused eyes and looked at the blood-red sky. It seemed that he saw a sea of blood that was constantly churning. A huge man in black armor was sitting on the sea of blood.
The figure that appeared was none other than the disappeared general Ying Gou.
“Boy, I didn’t expect that we would meet so soon…” the tall figure in the sea of blood said slowly, and his voice caused the churning sea of blood to emit a deafening roar.
"Aren't you General Ying Gou?" Feng Qingyang said loudly while looking up at the figure in the sea of blood.
“Hahaha… Not bad, I didn’t expect you still remember me…” The figure was obviously excited by Feng Qingyang’s answer.
He was seen rising from the sea of blood, and suddenly transformed into a giant standing tall. He opened his mouth wide, and the surging sea of blood rushed into his huge mouth.
Then with a whoosh, he shrank his figure and appeared in front of Feng Qingyang, looking at him carefully. He was different from the last time he came out of the green bead. At that time he was transparent, but now he was a complete real person.
"Are you surprised? If it weren't for me, you would have been killed by that ant long ago..." General Ying Gou said jokingly.
"Humph... How could I die so easily?" Feng Qingyang shook his head with disdain and snorted coldly.
The face of General Ying Gou who was standing by sank, and he said angrily: "What an ignorant boy! I saved you, and you didn't even say thank you, but you actually treated me with such an attitude..."
Feng Qingyang disagreed, but this was only on the surface, so he stepped forward and bowed slightly, saying: "More Ying Gou Zhan will come to the rescue."
"That's more like it... That's the awareness a zombie should have..." General Ying Gou laughed.
"cut… "
"Boy, I forgot to tell you in detail about your bloodline last time." At this point, his pair of sparkling eyes suddenly stared at Feng Qingyang, with a serious face, and there seemed to be a hint of hope in his eyes.
"The Corpse King's bloodline can be said to be innate, but do you know what the power of your bloodline is?"
Feng Qingyang was stunned. If only he knew. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he said, "Although I don't know what the Corpse King's bloodline is, I know that it has a particularly powerful function."
"Is it the function of devouring?" General Ying Gou asked as a matter of course.
Feng Qingyang was startled, his eyes widened in disbelief and he asked, "How did you know?"
"Without further ado, your Corpse King bloodline not only allows you to have unlimited purchasing power, but also allows you to seize the fortune of heaven and earth, and absorb all the hidden energy for your own use."
"But you still need to explore all this by yourself. After all, I don't have such a supreme bloodline. This is also what I feel in your body."
At this point, General Ying Gou's figure flashed, and he laughed heartily: "That's all I have to say. You must practice well, we are still waiting for you..."
After saying this inexplicable sentence, he disappeared without a trace.
"Hey... don't go..." Feng Qingyang shouted loudly at the bloody sky, but at this moment the sky suddenly shattered and everything in front of him went black.
…
“Boom!”
The lid of the coffin on the high platform was suddenly opened, revealing an old face full of disbelief. This was none other than the Ghost Ming Zhenren who had hidden in the coffin before.
In fact, everything that happened before happened under his eyes. Although he was in the coffin, his spiritual consciousness covered the entire ancient tomb at all times.
“You…you…” Gui Ming looked at Feng Qingyang standing in the center of the ancient tomb, and said in a trembling voice.
Feng Qingyang seemed to sense something. He turned his head and glanced at Gui Ming indifferently. Then he stood there in a daze again and slowly closed his eyes.
“Hiss…” Master Gui Ming sucked in a breath of cold air. What kind of look was that? It was without any breath of human life. It seemed like the god of death from hell. If any mortal saw that again, he would probably be killed by just one look.
“Even in my prime, I am still not as strong as him…” Feeling this extremely powerful aura, Master Gui Ming trembled all over like a leaky sieve.
Just as he was about to speak again after suppressing his fear, he heard a bang, and the two-meter-tall figure fell down...