A faint calling echoed in his ears. Feng Qingyang's eyes were blurred, as if something familiar was in his mind. A broken picture suddenly appeared. However, just when he was about to capture that fragment of the picture, he came back to his senses in an instant.
When he could see clearly all around, he found that he had entered a secret realm - the Ninth Heaven of Xuanling!
He was floating alone in the void, and when he looked around, there was not a single human figure, only a wasteland. In that wasteland, there was an ancient atmosphere everywhere. That atmosphere made him feel shocked, and he seemed to have returned to his hometown. That hometown was not the earth, but the familiarity in his blood, as if this was the hometown of zombies.
"home?"
He muttered to himself and looked around again, only to see that the sky was dark red. The ancient atmosphere was filled with a sense of solemnity, as if this place was full of murderous intent.
There were densely packed ancient trees below, and countless powerful auras were echoing among them. It seemed that any random aura could smash him into powder.
"Shuaishhuai, what do you think is in here?"
He pointed with one hand and immediately looked at an ancient tree farthest away. The ancient tree rose from the ground, and its pointed crown was hidden in the clouds, as if piercing the sky.
It was just a simple ancient tree, but Feng Qingyang felt a mysterious pressure from it. That pressure was even more intense than the pressure from the Lord of Guiyuan City.
“Is there any living being here?”
He murmured softly, but the girl in his arms widened her watery eyes with a light flickering in them. When she followed his gaze and looked at the big tree in the distance, her whole body trembled slightly, as if she had discovered something.
However, that hint of abnormality was hidden so deeply that it seemed as if Feng Qingyang had no reaction at all.
"Whatever it is, go ahead and take a look before you tell us."
He whispered again, and after some thought, his body flashed and suddenly turned into a long rainbow and disappeared into the sky, but appeared in the dense forest below in that instant.
After landing, he looked around in surprise. The dark red sky, the towering ancient trees, and the murderous aura in the air made him tense all the time.
He took a step and walked slowly forward. He did not pay attention to anything else. It seemed that at this moment, this secret realm was the only thing in his mind. The other people who entered did not cause any ripples in his heart.
Crack... Crack!
As he stepped forward, the dry branches on the ground made a creaking sound, and Feng Qingyang's tense nerves slowly relaxed in an instant. After he took the first step, he instantly calmed down.
"That calling voice makes it seem as if this place was prepared for me." He murmured to himself again, and then began to quicken his pace. Here, he did not consume his own magic power, but pulled out the Wind Spell from the storage ring.
The use of the Wind Spell instantly increased his speed by countless times, like a wild wolf in the forest, and his speed was not reduced at all by the dense trees.
He ran like this for an unknown number of miles before he stopped at a lake. It would be better to call it the sea rather than a lake. It was the sea, but it was not as vast as the sea. It seemed like an enlarged version of a lake.
The surroundings were unusually quiet. He stood at the edge of the lake, his pair of bright eyes staring at the lake below.
"roar!"
Suddenly, a roar was heard from the originally silent water. Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank, thinking that there was danger. He dodged backwards and hugged the person in his arms tightly. "Copper Skin and Iron Bones" instantly covered his whole body, but at this time, he did not release it with all his strength and still maintained his human form.
The surface of the lake began to shake, ripples began to appear, and then spread rapidly. In just a moment, a huge wave was raised. At the same time, a water arrow quickly attacked Feng Qingyang.
Its speed was so fast, like lightning, and even like chasing the wind and the moon. When Feng Qingyang discovered it, it had already appeared in front of him.
"Humph, what can a water arrow do to me!"
He snorted coldly, but pushed his hand forward, and his magic power burst out, instantly shattering the water arrow.
"Ten thousand arrows fired at once!"
At this moment, an angry shout came from his ears. Feng Qingyang's body trembled, and he immediately flew quickly into the air. Just as he left, he heard bursts of hissing sounds from his ears.
He looked back and took a deep breath. His originally calm heart began to beat faster.
“Is that a giant octopus?”
He cried out in surprise, and saw an iceberg appear where he had been standing before. The iceberg was extremely huge, and it released cold and fierce pressure.
If he was a beat slower and was frozen by the iceberg, he would have suffered a lot. Moreover, the thing that swung the water arrow was actually a giant octopus.
It looked like a giant octopus, but it was far from what he had imagined. The so-called monster had eight huge tentacles, and each tentacle was as thick as a tree that three people could hug together.
Moreover, it actually has a wolf's head with a single horn on it, and a layer of fine scales on it.
"Anyone?"
But at this moment, he exclaimed again, and his eyes narrowed even more violently, and he saw that there was a young man standing on the body of the wolf head tentacles.
The young man was only 20 years old, with delicate features, but his handsome face was full of hostility. He looked at Feng Qingyang in the distance with murderous intent.
"He escaped pretty fast..."
He just made a disdainful sound, with a gleam of contempt in his eyes. He raised his hand and waved it, and a green flying sword appeared instantly. The flying sword was about three feet long, with a slender blade. Light flowed on it, and a powerful pressure was instantly emitted.
“The waves are surging!”
He shouted loudly and swung the flying sword in his hand. At the same time, the giant octopus under him roared, and its eight huge tentacles danced, rolling up a huge wave and coming with overwhelming force.
The flying sword flashed and disappeared in the waves in an instant.
"Humph! He kills people without knowing the truth. He deserves to be killed!"
Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows and became angry in an instant. A murderous intent flashed across his face. He held Shuangshuang in his arms with one hand and pressed towards the void with the other hand.
"Blood Demon Handprint!"
Boom…
There was a loud roar, and a palm print as big as a mountain flew out in an instant, but it was instantly met with the huge waves in the void.
“Boom!”
The void was turbulent, and the power of the palm print exploded. Feng Qingyang's body strength was 1.99 million pounds, plus his own magic power. Although he only waved one hand, the force was still enormous.
He had thick red hair swaying in the wind. The girl in his arms was looking at him with a dazed look, as if something had changed at that moment.
The palm print immediately broke the huge waves. However, at the moment when the huge waves broke, a ray of light flashed in it, like a needle tip.
"No, do you think that Zhang Hanfei, a member of the Shuizhen clan, is a soft persimmon?"