Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows. He was now in the late stage of the Wandering Corpse. If he met a cultivator in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment, he would surely be able to blow him up with one punch. Even if he met a Half-Step Golden Core cultivator, he would be able to challenge him.
However, the Half-Step Golden Elixir here is not an ordinary cultivator, but the mysterious Holy Son of the Celestial Clan. Although they are called the Celestial Clan, what cannot be changed is that they are themselves great witches.
The word "witch" has a long history, and it seems that witches have existed since the beginning of the world. It's just that no one knows what kind of witch this is. If he wants to slaughter those saints, he must make a small breakthrough within a month, that is, to enter the late middle stage of the wandering corpse. Only in this way can he have an absolute advantage.
When entering the late stage of wandering corpse, the physical strength will certainly increase again, and the magic power will become more condensed and strong, so once the fight starts, it will surely be an absolute crushing victory.
"Retreat, don't worry about that. The most urgent thing now is to break through the cultivation. This place is called a secret realm, but there are living beings in this secret realm, and that call must be related to me. No matter what, I have to figure it out first."
Having made up his mind, Feng Qingyang looked back at the elders and said, "Don't worry, seniors. You and I are both from the Forsaken Clan. We are both people who have fallen on hard times. I will definitely shed my blood to save you from the water and fire. For now, I want to go back to the Shuizhen Tribe first. I will definitely not let you down in a month."
Hearing this, Mu Yan and the others nodded at the same time, looking at him eagerly with hope in their eyes, and said, "That's great. Although Shui Tian is old, he can protect you a little."
At this moment, Mu Yan seemed to be several years younger. He even spoke with a hint of amusement. Then he waved his hand again, and a green token flew towards Feng Qingyang. He said, "This is the token of the Muzhen tribe. With it, you can enter and leave our Muzhen tribe at will."
"These are all for you..."
Seeing Mu Yan's action, the other elders handed over their tokens one by one. Then, Mu Yan raised his hand and waved it, and the attic suddenly disappeared. For a moment, everyone returned to the battlefield full of bones.
Shui Tian stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance, and murmured, "The mountains of corpses and seas of blood beneath my feet are the sons of my great clan..." His voice was distant and melancholy.
"Qingyang, let's go..."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and at the same time, it disappeared in front of everyone's sight.
"Mu Yan, do you think it will work this time? Are you sure he is the child of destiny?"
Danjian Shuitian and Feng Qingyang left, and the Huozhen tribe leader stepped forward and looked at Mu Yan with sharp eyes. A violent aura emanated from his whole body, as if he was deliberately suppressing something.
"Yes, he must be the son of destiny, because he is a zombie, and this world is the inner world of the generation of zombie lords!"
Mu Yan said in a deep voice, then turned around and looked at the other elders and said, "Those who enter the inner world at the same time, you must keep a close eye on them. Except for the Son of Fate, the rest cannot be trusted. If necessary, kill them all!"
As soon as these words were spoken, a huge murderous intent arose. All of a sudden, the entire battlefield of bones was filled with a whistling sound. It seemed that the sound was the resentment of the soldiers who were present there.
"Mu Yan, you..."
The Huozhen tribe leader wanted to say something, but seeing her serious look, he swallowed the words back and just looked at her coldly.
"Needless to say, we have suffered a lot for thousands of years. The appearance of the Son of Fate has brought hope, but also destruction. No matter what, we must seize this ray of hope, leave this cursed world, and return to our hometown..."
She spoke in a low and slow tone, and finally waved her sleeves, disappearing in a whirl.
"Let's go. It's already this late. Why are you still hesitating? Can't you see through life and death?"
Seeing that the leader of the Huozhen tribe was a little depressed, the other elders came forward to comfort him, but then they left and left the battlefield one after another.
Water canal tribe!
Feng Qingyang stood in the hall, Zhang Hanfei stood beside him, and Shui Tian was right in front of them.
"Han Fei, I believe you already know the day of sacrifice in a month, right?" Shui Tian looked at Zhang Hanfei deeply and said in a deep voice.
He nodded, hatred flashing in his eyes, and his body trembled slightly, as if he had thought of something that frightened him. He gritted his teeth and said, "That's right."
"For this month, you don't have to do anything. Bring your brothers with you. I will open the Shura Secret Realm and you will practice well in it. After a month, I will take you to the battlefield."
After saying this, without waiting for Feng Qingyang and Zhang Hanfei to react, he took a step forward, and the pressure of the Golden Core Powerful Man burst out instantly, and a destructive aura rose into the sky.
Then he quickly made hand gestures with both hands, and the void trembled. He suddenly tore at the void. With a tearing sound, the void instantly cracked into a big hole like a rag.
"Go in!"
His eyebrows and beard trembled. He stabilized the crack in the void with one hand and instantly waved the other hand towards Feng Qingyang and Zhang Hanfei. Suddenly, a huge suction force came, and with a whistling sound, it grabbed the two of them and threw them into the crack.
"Huh..."
After throwing the two men in, he stepped back two steps with a daze, as if he had injured his bones. His face was pale and beads of sweat were dripping from his face.
"I'm old, really old. I just forced open a secret cultivation book, but it actually consumed 50% of my power..." He muttered to himself, and then his body shook and disappeared instantly.
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"Han Fei? Where are you now?"
Feng Qingyang stood in the void, with darkness in front of his eyes. He was almost caught by Shui Tian's big hand and burst into pieces. Then, he heard bursts of whistling in his ears. When he regained his vision, he found himself in another strange place again.
"Am I destined to be teleported?"
He smiled bitterly, feeling a little emotional for a moment. Looking back, it seemed that he had been through several teleportation arrays and entered and exited many secret and dangerous places.
"This is the Shura battlefield. Damn it, the clan leader actually sent us here? Huh? And it's on the fifth floor!"
In the darkness, Zhang Hanfei exclaimed, and then there was a whoosh, and a burst of light suddenly appeared around the darkness. Zhang Hanfei was staring at a large ball of light with one hand and pressing the empty space with the other.
"The Shura battlefield is a battle site. All five of our tribes can enter it. There are six levels in total. The Shuras are stronger on each level. In addition, there is a powerful Shura King on the sixth level."
Zhang Hanfei explained nervously, looking at Feng Qingyang who looked depressed, and said: "Every time you kill a Shura, you will gain its unique blood and energy, which is a great tonic for you."
Feng Qingyang is a zombie. Shui Tian had told him the secret not long ago. After all, he is a member of the Shuizhen tribe and the next heir, so it is not surprising for him to know this.
"So that's it, the Shura battlefield?" Feng Qingyang raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes widened, and suddenly a strong light burst out.
"Look how I blow them up one by one!"