The statue of the scholar suddenly roared, and at the same time his eyes shot forward, full of righteousness, as if he was full of great integrity.
However, the magic he used seemed extremely sinister. A corner of the ancient bronze coffin suddenly appeared amid the roar. The coffin lid rose slightly, revealing a hint of mysterious yellow energy.
The so-called Xuanhuang Qi only existed at the creation of the world, and just a trace of it could crush the heavens. Unexpectedly, such a breath was sealed in this ancient coffin, although it was only mixed with one ten-millionth of the Xuanhuang Qi.
But just based on this point, Feng Qingyang was unable to resist.
His face was covered with blood mist and his body was creaking. All his bones were shaking at this moment and his flesh was vibrating as if it was about to leave his body.
That kind of pressure was like the collapse of heaven and earth and rebirth after destruction. That kind of power was unmatched. Feng Qingyang only felt a sweetness in his throat and a surge of blood rushed up quickly.
Gulp!
He stood where he was, like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, and swallowed back the blood that was gushing out. Even so, a trace of it still flowed out.
Feng Qingyang wiped away the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth with his hand, and then rolled on the ground, as if this could eliminate a lot of the pressure on his body.
However, he made a mistake. He only saw an ancient bronze coffin, but he ignored the fact that there was a warrior here who could compete with him.
Although it was just a statue, it still could not change the fact that he was powerful. Just as Feng Qingyang rolled to the side, a huge stone flew towards him.
The stone is as hard as iron, like a small mountain. If you can't avoid it, you will be crushed into a meat patty immediately. As the saying goes, bad luck never stops. When you encounter one thing, other accidents will follow.
Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank suddenly. At this moment, he was furious. He wanted to turn over and smash the hill that was pressing down on him with one punch. However, the aura of the ancient bronze coffin enveloped him tightly. It was fine when he was standing before, but now that he had fallen down, he could forget about standing up again.
His body weighed several million pounds, which made it hard for him to breathe and he saw stars. He had great strength but was unable to use it. This feeling made him very depressed and his chest felt like it was about to explode.
Boom!
Bang!
The earth was shaking and dust was flying. At this moment, it was no longer possible to see what the ground was like. The hill was pressing down so hard that Feng Qingyang might have been turned into a meat patty.
"Dead?"
Inside the secret room, the old man's face showed a look of sorrow. After a period of great joy and great sorrow, he seemed to have seen the difference between life and death in an instant. He was not a person of this era. He has been lingering on until now. Could it be that he still cannot let go of life and death
Thinking of this, he sighed deeply, then raised his hand and waved it. A broken sword flew out and hovered above his head, suddenly emitting countless rays of light.
The light enveloped him, instantly isolating him from the divine thunder that fell from the sky. The broken sword was covered with mottled rust, as if it had lost its spirituality long ago. However, even so, it still had the pride it once had.
It trembled under the divine thunder, making weak chirps, which only the old man could understand. Only he could understand what it meant.
"It was all my fault in the beginning. If I hadn't been so stubborn, I wouldn't have ended up like this. I also caused my old friend to be destroyed by the Heavenly Dao. If I hadn't used some tricks, how could this formation be taken advantage of by the Heavenly Dao? Now I'm trapped in my own trap. In the final analysis, I'm just courting my own destruction."
At this point, his body hunched slightly, and at this moment, he looked old again, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes. Looking at the broken sword in the sky, he said, "You have accompanied me in battles for many years, and have roamed the world, but like me, you are no longer a hero, and there is no way back to the past!"
"Those who are supposed to go will go. This is the last time I will fight alongside you. Together we will bombard the sealing barrier here and send out a stream of magic power to help the little zombies outside escape."
After he finished speaking, the broken sword in the air rang again, and the trembling sword body appeared in the old man's hand with a swish.
Holding the sword in his hand, he was no longer hunched over, but straightened his back. Although he looked old, the aura emanating from his body was earth-shaking, as if in that instant he had returned to his peak, back to the way he was before!
"open!"
He shouted loudly, and injected the remaining magic power into the broken sword, which suddenly burst out with a shocking sword light. The sword light followed the seal of the secret room, and its momentum continued unabated, like a force that could destroy everything in its path, and with a bang, it slashed down on the hill.
Boom!
The earth shook. At this moment, the sound was a thousand times more violent than the sound of the hill pressing down. With a crack, the hill suddenly turned into ashes and disappeared with a whoosh.
However, the sword light did not diminish at all. After splitting the hill into pieces, it instantly changed and turned into a fist-sized elixir. It spun in the void, dropping rays of light and resisting the mysterious energy released from the ancient bronze coffin.
Boom!
At this moment, there was a loud bang from below, and a figure covered in blood pushed away the rocks and stood up. He had a green face and fangs, and looked a little hideous. His body was in tatters, like a beggar, and trickles of blood flowed from his body. At this moment, he was like a broken sieve.
"I'm alive."
Feng Qingyang murmured to himself. At the last moment when the mountain was pressing down on him, he thought he was going to die. However, at the critical moment, a ray of light burst out and covered him in an instant.
However, that hill was not an ordinary hill at all, but a magic weapon. Although Shuangshuai had an extraordinary origin, he was still in his infancy after all. How could he resist it
When the hill pressed down, it and Feng Qingyang were instantly buried in it. At that moment, Feng Qingyang really thought he was dead. He raised his hands, let out a dying roar, and held the hill tightly.
Although he was not crushed instantly, he still endured incomparable pain. He watched with his own eyes as his bones could not withstand the pressure and burst through his body.
Just when he was about to be unable to resist, he felt a sense of relief on his body. He pushed aside the rocks and stood up. Looking at the beads on his head, he bathed in the light they cast.
"Who are you… "
There was confusion in his eyes, but he was lucky to be alive. His tense nerves suddenly relaxed. At this moment, an intense pain instantly attacked his whole body. He grimaced and almost screamed out loud.
What kind of pain was that! All the muscles and bones in my body were dislocated! My Qi Sea was almost crushed.
"Buzz..."
At this moment, the bead rang, shook twice, and suddenly flew towards Feng Qingyang, breaking through his flesh and entering his body in an instant.
In an instant, Feng Qingyang felt refreshed. He clearly felt that his injuries were recovering, and his empty sea of qi was also replenished at this moment.
This is not the end yet. The bead did not release all of its magic power. Instead, after repairing Feng Qingyang's injuries, it instantly turned into a broken sword and appeared, floating in front of him.
"Do you want me to fight with you?"
Feng Qingyang murmured, a heroic spirit suddenly rising in his heart, he reached out and grabbed the hilt of the Broken Sword, looked at the two statues in front of him, and said: "Look at how I chop you into slag!