Seeing that he was about to leave, Feng Qingyang shouted hurriedly.
At this moment, he was confused and didn't understand what was going on. What inheritance was there? What was waiting for him to rescue
"Hahaha, kid, just keep going forward from here. You will see me a thousand miles away. Then you will know what to do!"
The man in green robe turned into green smoke and quickly disappeared, leaving behind a series of laughter echoing between heaven and earth.
"A thousand miles ahead?"
Feng Qingyang frowned, looking at the place where he disappeared, feeling hesitant. From his appearance, it seemed that he did have a friendship with the Zombie King here. But, if that was the case, how could he be sealed here
These doubts, like layers of unclear fog, enveloped him tightly. Finally, he made up his mind that since he was already here, he might as well make the best of it. Since he was already here, he had to go and take a look no matter what.
He wanted to use his magic power, but this time, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he released Shuangshuai from the beast circle. It seemed that he had kept it locked in there for a long time.
With a swish sound, a streak of white flew out in an instant, and its round body ran around in the air, as if looking at this new world. Its pair of big watery eyes rolled around, and no one knew what it was thinking about.
After a long time, it whooshed back to Feng Qingyang's shoulder, with a pair of short claws hanging casually and a big tail wrapped around Feng Qingyang's neck.
"Shuaishhua, loosen up a little, you are going to entangle me to death..."
Feng Qingyang joked. Brick looked at Shuai Shuai on his shoulder and finally felt a little comforted. In this strange place, having a familiar thing by his side didn't make him feel so depressed.
It seemed as if it understood Feng Qingyang's words. It shook its snow-white hair and it instantly turned red, but the tail wrapped around its neck did loosen a little.
"Let's go, you better hold on tight, or don't blame me if you fall..."
He said softly, and then his whole body shook. The surging magic power immediately filled his body. The black mist flashed. He stepped on the ground and suddenly jumped up. He was soaring up to 90,000 miles. He didn't know how many miles he flew in one breath.
In this space, a black shadow was traveling at lightning speed, and a hint of white appeared from time to time while flying. The two seemed somewhat contradictory, but they also looked so indifferent.
Just like this, they flew for thousands of miles, but the strange thing was that there was no time in this space. The originally bright sky was still bright, as if it was not affected by time at all.
When the ground was no longer flat and the atmosphere around him was no longer harmonious, Feng Qingyang knew that he had arrived at his destination.
Landing from the air, looking at a towering mountain in front of us.
A hint of blood slowly came from the tip of his nose, and he trembled all over, as if he had smelled something unusual. He stood in place, hugged the dog on his shoulder in his arms, and inserted his hands into its warm fur.
It moved its body, as if it was not used to it, but it did not resist. When Feng Qingyang inserted his big hand into it, there seemed to be a hint of enjoyment in its eyes.
"Shuaishhuai, is this the mountain? Did the man in green robe ask me to come here?"
Feng Qingyang asked puzzledly, and then looked at Shuangshuai in his arms, as if he wanted to get the answer from it. However, he was depressed, and after a long time he remembered that Shuangshuai could not speak, and could not even make a sound.
"Senior? Here I come!"
He gathered all his strength and roared wildly at the mountain. The sound was like thunder, rolling around the mountain and lingering for a long time. This roar was so loud that it shook the earth.
One breath, two breaths, a cup of tea, a quarter of an hour...
Feng Qingyang waited there for a quarter of an hour, and when his voice began to fade away, he still didn't get any response. At this moment, his face turned black, as black as charcoal. He never thought that he would be fooled.
But the silence all around him was clearly telling him that he had been fooled.
"Damn it, why are you so unreliable!"
He was so furious that he suddenly stomped his foot on the ground. There was a loud roar as if a huge hammer weighing a thousand pounds had fallen to the ground. However, there was not a single crack on the ground.
Seeing this, he was somewhat surprised, thinking that his kick should at least crush the ground. But when he looked carefully, apart from the roar before, there was no other reaction.
"It seems that I was not fooled, but I didn't find the right direction..."
He muttered to himself, his eyes widened, and his third eye suddenly opened. He looked at the mountain in front of him with golden light, but at this moment, the mountain suddenly showed a slight change.
A halo of light shot down from the sky, like a big bowl, turning the entire mountain upside down in it. Wherever the halo was, the smell of blood in the air became stronger.
Feng Qingyang's pupils flashed, his eyebrows blinked, and he immediately retracted his third eye. Looking at the halo in front of him, an illusion suddenly appeared in his eyes.
It was an ancient battlefield, with thousands of troops and countless ancient powers fighting each other. The battle was so fierce that the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, the sun and the moon lost their light, and every place they passed was a sea of blood and corpses.
Suddenly, on the battlefield, a man in a green robe suddenly flew towards him. He held a huge brush in his hand and drew a line in the air. Suddenly, the word "kill" appeared.
As soon as the word "slash" came out, the world was instantly filled with a sharp aura of cutting, as if the word "slash" contained the truth of the world. With one stroke, the sky was destroyed, and everything was cut off by his pen.
Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank sharply. At this moment, he could even clearly feel the aura of death. It was so close that it seemed as if one foot had already stepped on the edge of death.
However, at the moment when he thought he was about to perish, a tall and straight figure suddenly appeared in the sky, like a small mountain, and he raised his foot and stepped down.
He immediately stepped on the man in green robe to the ground, then he clasped his hands together and muttered something. Suddenly a hill appeared, sealing his footprint inside.
The scene ends here.
"Is he the man who was stepped on the ground?"
Feng Qingyang was speechless, thinking of that earth-shattering stroke, so powerful, but he didn't expect that it was stepped on by someone. And the person who stepped on him was none other than the man in Wan'er's replay of the light curtain, the zombie king here!
"If that's the case, how can I let him out? He was sealed here by the Zombie King, so he must have been a great enemy before him. If I let him out, I will definitely have no chance of survival."
Thinking of this, he turned around abruptly and made up his mind to leave. However, just as he was about to leave, the earth shook and the originally bright sky suddenly turned dark red.
A brush spanned the sky, and its powerful aura locked onto him, as if he would be killed if he took a step away.
"Humph, it turns out it was just a scam!"