Wherever the gleam in his eyes passed, there were piles of white bones. In front of him, there was a road paved with countless white bones, a road leading to the depths of the endless black fog.
"The road of bones..." Feng Qingyang murmured softly, his heart beating wildly. These bones broke into pieces when stepped on. They must have existed for countless years, and there were so many of them. How many people would it take to form such a road
His scalp was numb, his throat was dry, and he was unable to speak. He looked at the endless black fog ahead. It seemed that a huge crisis was lurking there. If he moved forward, he would be crushed to pieces. If he retreated, there was no guarantee that he would be able to leave the valley safely.
Forward or backward
"As cultivators, we can only die in battle. There is no reason to be scared." Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, his blood boiling, and his hideous armor suddenly became even more terrifying.
Crack... Crack!
He stepped on countless bones and slowly moved forward...
Whoosh… Whoosh…
He heard a breathing sound next to his ears, his body trembled, and he looked around carefully, but there was nothing. Where did that breathing sound come from
He stood there for a long time, finally calming his mind again, and slowly moved forward.
"Huh..."
At this moment, the heavy breathing sound came to his ears again, but this moment he was prepared, and he immediately felt the source of the breathing.
He raised his head, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the thick black fog and look straight ahead.
"One thousand meters ahead!"
His tone was firm, but it was out of absolute confidence in himself. Feng Qingyang moved forward in the black fog, as if he was standing in a swamp. Every step he took required a lot of effort.
Fortunately, he is a zombie and his body is strong. Therefore, although he will feel uncomfortable with the binding force of the black fog, it will not affect him too much.
The most troublesome thing is the corrosive power of the black fog. He has to maintain the 'copper skin and iron bones' and the black light curtain, which constantly consumes his magic power. This black fog cannot replenish his magic power, and if it continues like this, sooner or later it will be exhausted.
"Forget it. If you don't venture into the tiger's den, you can't get the tiger cub. If you don't go deep into the dangerous place, how can you seize that glimmer of opportunity!"
Stepping on the white bones, we moved forward in the black fog.
Five hundred meters... Six hundred meters... Seven hundred meters... Nine hundred meters...
Only a hundred meters away, the breathing sounds in my ears became stronger. It seemed that the black fog could not only prohibit flying, but also interfere with the propagation of sound.
"It's getting closer, just a hundred meters ahead!"
The closer he got to his destination, the calmer he became. His red hair was casually scattered, his armor was shining, and his eyes were shining brightly. He ignored the bones on the ground and the dangers lurking around him.
Boom…
He took a step forward and suddenly a light appeared in his eyes. He looked up and found that there was a big cave at the end of the black fog.
Only when you get here, you will find that the wisps of black mist are overflowing from this cave. Moreover, when you get here, the binding force is greatly reduced, and the sound of breathing in your ears is like thunder, rumbling incessantly!
It’s more like the sound of a dying struggle than breathing!
Standing at the entrance of the cave, Feng Qingyang looked back at the black fog, as if he had thought of something. He closed his eyes, and his mind was quickly recalling the knowledge of the world of cultivation.
"This mist is not poisonous, so it is not a poisonous miasma, but it has the power of corrosion, and it is also extremely heavy. Then, there is only one kind that can satisfy this state!"
“Dragon Breath!”
His eyes suddenly opened, a look of disbelief flashed across them, and he exclaimed: "Dragon Breath! Only Dragon Breath can have such a function! But..."
He frowned. The dragon is a mythical beast in the legend. If there was a dragon here, it would be impossible for him not to know about it. Moreover, mythical beasts like dragons had disappeared long ago in ancient times.
Even the Dragon King of the Endless Sea is just a dragon that has been practicing for countless years. Legend has it that after a dragon has survived a heavenly tribulation, it can shed its dragon body in the baptism of thunder and transform into a dragon in one fell swoop.
However, how could it be so easy to transform into a dragon? Even the dragon known as the Old Dragon King in the Endless Sea had not completely shed his dragon body.
"But this is indeed consistent with the characteristics of dragon's breath. Could it be that there really is a dragon in this cave?"
Thinking of this, his heart began to beat rapidly, not for anything else, but because in his soul, four big words were deeply engraved - Descendants of the Dragon.
In his previous world, everyone claimed to be the descendant of the dragon, and had the supreme bloodline of the five-clawed golden dragon. Therefore, it was called the Celestial Empire in ancient times, simply because it was supreme.
“If it is a dragon, then I must worship it! But…” He muttered to himself, looking at the black fog outside, and suddenly something happened in his heart.
This black mist has little effect on him because his body is too strong, but if it is used against ordinary people, especially when performing formations, it can be of great use.
For ordinary cultivators, once their magic power is restrained, they are like a chicken that can be slaughtered.
Thinking of this, he smiled sinisterly, then the ring in his hand flashed with light, and he took out something that looked like a gourd. This gourd was no ordinary object, it had the function of absorbing fog. This was a magic weapon he got from killing people and robbing. He originally thought it was just a useless thing, but he never thought that it would come in handy now.
When he unscrewed the gourd lid, suddenly, a suction force came out from it, and black mist surged and began to flow into the gourd in wisps.
But there was so much black fog and it was so dense, and the gourd was not a rated magic weapon, so it became saturated after a short while and could not hold any more.
He closed the gourd lid and weighed it in his hand. He felt it was extremely heavy. He was afraid that if the gourd fell down, it would kill an ordinary cultivator.
He casually put it into his storage ring, wondering why he didn't bring some magic weapon that could absorb this kind of fog. Looking back, the black fog had not decreased at all, as if everything his gourd had absorbed before was an illusion.
"According to Lijia Village, the beast tide has occurred for countless years, so it is likely that they have been gathering here for countless years."
A picture suddenly appeared in his mind. It was the picture of this valley. The valley was not big and was shrouded by an invisible barrier. The black fog slowly overflowed from the cave, but could not overflow the valley. Therefore, it began to collapse and compress within the barrier. After countless years, it finally reached this scale.
"Moreover, the beast tide occurs once a year, which proves that the creatures in this cave either wake up once a year, or - struggle to death!"
"Am I destined to be here?" A gleam of light flashed in his eyes. Thinking about the scenes when he came here before, it seemed that he was pushed here by an invisible hand.
First, he almost went insane in Guiyuan City, and then he came to Tiandu Peak as if possessed by a ghost, and he gained enlightenment at the foot of the peak. Then, he did not return to Yuancheng, but flew randomly into a small mountain village.
Finally, they happened to encounter a tide of beasts, and out of doubt they found this place, a place where there was suspected to be a dragon.
"Looks like my luck is about to change!"