It was late at night, it was another full moon day, at midnight, when the moon was at its fullest. The cool moonlight spread over the earth, and the Death Mountains became gloomy and terrifying again.
I saw a black shadow shuttling through the tall trees at an extremely fast speed. With one leap, he could actually fly dozens of meters away. What was even more surprising was that his footsteps were extremely light, and he landed almost silently.
This was Feng Qingyang who had rested for an afternoon. The night was the best cover for him. He quietly jumped towards the valley before. The wound on his back had already solidified, but it left behind a series of hideous scars.
After releasing waves of mana, Ying Gou's essence and blood fell into silence again, as if it was dimmer than before, and was swirling around his heart. The moonlight that was absorbed into his body also flowed into that drop of essence and blood.
"This time it's all thanks to this drop of Ying Gou's blood. If it hadn't released an extremely powerful magic power in time, I would have been the one to die." Feng Qingyang said to himself.
I looked up at the sky. The full moon was a little hazy, with a layer of dark red halo covering it, making it look particularly strange.
Is the blood moon a moon filled with blood
"I will not offend anyone unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will kill him!"
Since he came to this world, he had not made enemies with anyone, but he almost died twice, all thanks to a group of Taoist priests in Maoshan.
Feng Qingyang is a person who will never let go of a grudge. If you do me a favor, I will repay you with a spring of water! However, this group of Maoshan Taoists are hunting him down under the guise of slaying demons and eliminating monsters. This is the perfect interpretation of disaster coming from the sky.
After sneaking around like this for about a hundred miles, Feng Qingyang hid on a mountain top. Below this mountain top was the valley where he had fallen before. He opened his eyes wide and looked carefully at the bottom of the mountain top.
From time to time, bright lights flashed across the valley. Groups of three or two were flying in the air. They seemed to be very cool, but in fact, they all had alert looks on their faces.
"A cultivator who flies in the sky? Then I have to be careful." Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows and said with a cheerful expression.
If one can fly in the air, he must be at least in the late stage of Qi Refining.
The main feature of the initial stage of Qi Refining is the ability to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and transform it into magic power. After the middle stage, one can use one's own magic power. For example, the Maoshan carving talismans is to infuse the magic power into the talisman paper according to special instructions.
As for flying in the air - this is a huge watershed. Those who can fly in the air are either geniuses with natural advantages, or Qi-refining practitioners in the foundation-building period. These people are all capable of flying in the sky, hiding in the ground, and doing everything else.
Although the Maoshan Taoist priest was in the late stage of Qi Refining before, he had just entered the late stage of Qi Refining and was not yet familiar with the use of his own magic power, otherwise Feng Qingyang would not have won so easily.
He quietly hid in a vine, concealing his breath and leaning into the darkness, like a killer, waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.
For him, fighting with a person in the late stage of Qi Refining, unless he can kill the enemy with one move, he will be the one to die.
At this time, a soft call was heard from the distant air, and Feng Qingyang pricked up his ears and listened carefully.
"Little Junior Brother, what do you think of the two fat and thin disciples who died at the hands of the zombie last time and the two disciples at the hands of Elder Li?"
"What do you think of these useless people? They are just a talking zombie. Li Qingfeng said that he only has the cultivation level of a mid-stage zombie jumper. We don't need to be afraid of them at all!"
"~Junior brother, what you said makes sense, but I think that zombie must have something extraordinary, otherwise it wouldn't have escaped from the sect's pursuit one after another, and... and it also ate Elder Leng!"
Feng Qingyang turned his head to look, and saw two ugly disciples standing on a huge talisman and chattering in the air. The two were fat, and he didn't know how the thin talisman paper could bear such weight.
"The methods used in the world of cultivation are truly fascinating!" Feng Qingyang secretly smacked his lips in amazement, and then listened again.
"Junior brother, do you think this Zombie King Cave is so important? They actually sent out five elders at the peak of the foundation building stage and one hundred elite disciples at the late stage of Qi training..."
At this point, he was suddenly interrupted by another person, who said, "Brother, be careful that there are ears on the other side of the wall!"
He looked around warily, but when he saw that everything was quiet and there was no movement, he took a deep breath and said, "We will be on patrol tonight. If we make any mistakes, we will suffer the consequences."
"The Zombie King Cave is the cave of the Flying Zombie Master Liu Wuji. It is the legendary cave of the Master, the one who founded a sect. How important do you think he is?"
“Tsk tsk!”
The two chatted for a while, then flew around the valley and disappeared into the night.
"The legendary powerful being?" Feng Qingyang, who overheard the information, was surprised. He only had a vague concept of the power division in the world of cultivation. So far, the most powerful one he had seen was just a foundation-building cultivator, and he was still in the middle stage of foundation-building.
In the world of cultivation, the powerful Jindan are respected. The lifespan of a Jindan cultivator can be as long as a thousand years. The prosperity of an empire may only last for a few hundred years, but a Jindan-stage cultivator can live for a thousand years, which can be called an old monster.
However, there are very few cultivators who can break through to the Golden Core stage. They are absolutely rare. Becoming a Golden Core represents a watershed between cultivators and mortals and is an extremely important step.
A Jindan master is often a super overlord who founded a school and ruled a region. He can change the situation in an instant with just a wave of his hand. It is precisely because the destructive power of Jindan cultivators is too strong that there is an unwritten rule in the cultivation world that Jindan masters must not interfere in the fight between the younger generation, otherwise they will be attacked by the crowd.
If the Golden Elixir is so powerful, let alone the flying zombies that are powerful enough for cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage. This is a legendary existence.
"If I could enter the Zombie King's Cave, I would probably get a lot of treasures and save myself countless years of hard training."
Feng Qingyang muttered to himself, his mind racing as he looked at the valley in the distance. If he left now and went to the Ghost King Sect to look for Gui Ming, perhaps he would be able to get protection. However, if he wanted to practice peacefully until he achieved great success, it would probably take forever.
The path of cultivation is to defy fate and change destiny, and to race against time.
However, if he stayed, there would definitely be dangers everywhere, and he would be crushed to pieces if he was not careful. A great being in the late stage of foundation building was only one step away from the golden elixir. Although he was not a golden elixir cultivator, he also possessed great power, and his every move could cause heaven and earth to change color.
"Wealth and honor are sought in danger, and you can't get a tiger cub without risking your life!"
After thinking for a long time, Feng Qingyang decided to stay and look for an opportunity to enter the Zombie King's cave.
"Besides, the hunt has just begun."
After making up his mind, Feng Qingyang took advantage of the night and quietly jumped down the valley.
It is just as the old saying goes, when the night is dark and the sky is high, it is a good time to kill someone!