This time, Feng Qingyang went on a killing spree. He refused to accept any assistance and relied solely on his own fists to blow up the heavens and defeat the disciples shrouded in black fog one after another.
Not long after, most of the disciples who had entered the black fog had died. However, the strange thing was that he had never encountered the Black Armored Army and Tong Hai.
This army seemed to have evaporated on the spot. After being shrouded in black fog, it disappeared silently without leaving any trace. Except for the Black Armored Army, even Jian Chen, Ling Xuezhu and others did not notice it.
While he was waiting, no other disciples came. Looking at the evil dragon's inner elixir in his hand, although it was flashing, Feng Qingyang knew that in order to activate it completely, he would have to kill at least two of the sect's genius disciples.
However, there was no trace of them in the black fog anymore. Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment. This time he was not looking for killing, but calmed down and looked around carefully.
Previously, he was only hunting down the sect's disciples, but he ignored the changes in the outside world. Little did he know that at this time, the huge attic that had disappeared had reappeared in the valley.
At the same time, a huge bony hand stretched out from the center, looking up to the sky and clenched into a claw shape. In the night, the red light beam shot down from the blood moon just shone on the hand. From a distance, it seemed as if it was tearing the moonlight.
"It's time to go out." He muttered to himself, and his body suddenly rose up, but it was so fast that it took only half a cup of tea to rush out of the black fog.
He looked up and was stunned for a moment. At this moment, he was not dispersed by the black fog, but was getting closer and closer to the valley. At this moment, he appeared at the edge of the valley, only one step away from it.
He opened his eyes wide, looking at the blood light descending from the sky. At the same time, the broken part of the Dragon-Breaking Platform released endless and thick resentment. The resentment was mixed with the blood-colored moonlight in the sky and the extremely yin energy at three quarters past midnight, and they suddenly gathered together.
This is not the point. The point is the huge bony hand that stretched out from the valley. The hand was so huge that it was probably several meters in radius. The palm alone was so big, so its body... Feng Qingyang's scalp tingled, but he didn't dare to think about it any further.
Looking around and then at the blood moon in the sky, he seemed to understand something. The real time for the huge force now was only a cup of tea away. By then, the three auras would converge at one moment.
And that moment was what Feng Qingyang was fighting for. The three extremely yin and extremely resentful auras gathered together. If he absorbed it, he would surely be able to leap up the levels continuously, at least advancing from the peak of the early wandering corpse to the late wandering corpse realm in one fell swoop.
His heart was pounding and his blood was burning. At this moment, he forgot about the Black Armored Army and everyone else. He just stared at the huge changes in the valley in a trance.
At this time, little did people know that quiet changes were still taking place here. The endless black fog below had slowly dispersed and had moved away from the valley countless miles away, revealing three extremely hideous cuts in it.
That opening was exactly the crack that cut off the three dragon veins. At this moment, there was a rustling sound in the crack, as if something was about to crawl out of it.
Feng Qingyang's scalp felt numb, his heart was beating wildly, and from deep in his blood, he could hear waves of roars.
He flipped over and came to the edge of the valley in an instant. Although he was far away from the attic, with his speed, he could reach the center in just a few breaths.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Feng Qingyang silently looked at the blood moon in the sky. The red light shone on the earth, making the sky turn blood red, revealing weirdness and hideousness everywhere.
call…
Suddenly a cold wind blew, and Feng Qingyang's expression lifted. He knew that the critical moment was about to come, but at this time, he no longer suppressed the cyclone in his dantian.
The cyclone was spinning rapidly, and it was only one step away from a complete breakthrough. Feng Qingyang's face showed ferocity and domineering, and his long zombie teeth looked a little eerie in the moonlight.
"Three, two, one..." He counted the time silently. As each word came out, a strong wind suddenly blew in the valley, and the light of the blood moon in the sky became extremely bright.
At the same time, there were bursts of thunder, and Feng Qingyang's body suddenly shot out, appearing above the white bone palm with a bang. The moonlight shone down, and the yin energy and resentment gathered together at this moment.
"Activate the Taiyin Sutra!" he roared, and suddenly a roar came from his ears. He could no longer suppress his cultivation and began to break through layer by layer.
The Taiyin Sutra has a crazy refining effect, and his own Corpse King bloodline also has a devouring attribute. At this moment, the two complement each other, and the three gathered essences are injected into his body at once.
Boom…
roar!
An angry roar came from deep within the earth. The sound of the roar was like a sudden thunderclap, lightning in the dark night, and rolling thunder in the summer.
The earth shook, and the bony hand deep in the sky suddenly stretched out and grabbed Feng Qingyang in the sky. However, at this moment, a circular light curtain rose up in an instant with the valley as the center.
This curtain of light was like a canopy, instantly closing off the valley. The black fog was isolated outside by the curtain of light, but all the essential energies in it were trapped inside.
The white bone palm slowly rose up, and its speed seemed slow, but in fact it was extremely fast. It was about to grab Feng Qingyang in the air. However, at this critical moment, the light curtain suddenly flashed, and a purple divine thunder as thick as a bucket suddenly took shape. With a flash of light, it immediately slammed into the huge white bone palm.
Boom…
The bony palm seemed to be seriously injured and shrank suddenly!
"Who is it... who took away my fortune... who is it, who opened my seal again!"
"I have been sleeping for countless years, and my soul is only one tenth of what it was before. When I saw the seal loosen, I had a chance to escape. However, at the critical moment, the Yellow Springs Qi was obtained by someone else!"
"Who is it! Who is it?" The earth shook, and waves of roars came from it. The resentment was so strong that it even infected the sky.
"Since the collapse of the Nine Netherworlds and the annihilation of the Heavenly Dao, the Yellow Springs Qi has completely disappeared and flowed into the rolling nothingness. I have finally waited until today, when the Blue Moon is missing and the head of the Broken Ridge has gathered the aura that has been precipitated for countless years. Finally, I have condensed a trace of Yellow Springs Qi... But it was obtained by someone else..."
"I hate this! If I can escape from this predicament one day, I will definitely burn this man to ashes, and refine his soul into the underworld, where he will suffer the pain of burning for eternity, and will never be able to be reborn!"
After roaring for a long time, the crack at the Broken Dragon Platform began to close slowly, but the huge bony palm was stuck in mid-air, neither rising nor falling, as if revealing its unwillingness and the resentment that could not be extinguished by heaven and earth.
The terracotta warrior was completely unaware of all this. He was just digesting the good fortune that had been snatched from him in mid-air with his eyes closed... a good fortune that would transform his body...