The old man was furious, but he stopped talking. Every time he got angry, the pain he suffered would be worse, so he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything..."
He murmured to himself, suppressing the pain in his heart. It seemed that what happened before was no longer important. What was important was that he could get out of the secret room alive.
Feng Qingyang saw that Shuangshuang had swallowed up the spirit, and thought that perhaps this thing could help it grow. Given their relationship, it would definitely be a great help to him at that time.
Thinking of this, he suddenly became alert again. He clearly remembered that there were two statues here, one for long-range attack and one for close combat. He had only defeated one of them just now.
And the statue that attacked from a distance was his real opponent. While he was thinking, he heard a ghostly laugh in his ears. Feng Qingyang trembled all over and hugged Shuangshuang in his arms, while also looking around with the help of the light it emitted.
After a great battle, the hall was now in ruins and had lost its former glory. However, as it was located in a mysterious sealed place, there was not much damage.
Feng Qingyang looked forward, his eyes as fast as lightning, straight in the direction of the small door. Looking in the direction of the sound, he found that the statue who was good at magic was indeed there, but at this time he had begun to change.
If the previous statue seemed a bit rigid, then at this moment he has become fully spiritual, though his body is still made of spiritual stone.
But after seeing the body of the big knife statue before, Feng Qingyang understood that this spirit stone was just a temporary residence for the spirit in it. So, there must be another spirit in this body.
When Feng Qingyang thought of the word "essence and soul", his eyes lit up. He glanced at Shuangshuang in his arms and saw that it had its eyes closed quietly. It seemed that it had already begun to digest the power of the essence and soul.
He turned around and looked around, seeing that there was no safe place, so he waved his hand and put it into the beast taming circle. As long as he got it safely in order, he could concentrate on fighting the enemy.
When the last ray of light disappeared, the hall suddenly fell into darkness again. In the darkness, there were twinkling stars, but they were not bright stars, but a pair of deadly eyes.
Feng Qingyang stood quietly in place. A round magic weapon was dancing on his body. As it rotated, curtains of light dropped down, tightly covering Feng Qingyang.
"Moon Essence Wheel, now let me give you a taste of the essence."
Feng Qingyang had an evil smile on his face. He had the most magic weapons, and his favorite was the Yueshang Bow that was still nurtured in his dantian. However, the bow was in a dormant period now. If it revived, it would surely develop intelligence and become his natal magic weapon.
Now, all he could use were the Moon Essence Wheel and the Judge's Pen. However, the latter was extremely powerful and had a very severe backlash. Although he was confident that he could destroy the floating dust statue in one fell swoop, the consequence would be that his own magic power would be drained.
This place is extremely strange and abnormal, and he cannot replenish his magic power. If his magic power is consumed completely, he will be in trouble. Moreover, he is now in a sealed area, and it is difficult for him to move forward. He should be more cautious.
After much thought, only the Moon Essence Wheel can be used!
"Young man, do you know who I am?"
A low voice suddenly sounded in the dim hall. No need to guess, it must be the dusty statue.
Feng Qingyang smacked his lips, thinking to himself, "Who you are has nothing to do with me?" So he said, "It doesn't matter who you are. What matters is that I know you have something I need."
"Oh? What?" The low voice paused, as if it became interested, and he asked quietly.
"Stop playing dumb. All your accomplices were killed by me. Don't you know that? I need your essence." Feng Qingyang stopped beating around the bush. The two of them were destined to have a big fight, so why bother wasting time
Sure enough, when the dust statue heard this, an incomparable murderous intent and pressure suddenly erupted in the dim hall. It seemed that the sky was pressing down.
"What an arrogant boy! I see that you are in good health. If I can use your body to be reborn, it would be a pleasure and worthwhile for me to sleep for countless years!"
The sound stopped abruptly, and the pressure in the air became even more severe. Suddenly, a ray of light appeared. Feng Qingyang looked and saw that most of the ancient bronze coffin that was originally in the void had been exposed.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang hurriedly closed his Heavenly Eye. Just before, when he looked straight ahead, he felt countless small swords flying towards him, piercing his eyes and causing pain.
"Humph, how can I let you watch my world-guarding bronze coffin like this?"
The dusty statue shouted angrily, and then made a pinch of the magic formula in his hand. The ancient bronze coffin suddenly burst out with an even stronger pressure, and wisps of mysterious yellow air appeared.
Feng Qingyang's legs went soft and he sank directly into the quagmire. The pressure on his body became heavier and heavier. If he looked with his eyes, he would suffer double the attack.
One attacks the body, the other attacks the soul!
It would be fine if Feng Qingyang had no soul, but now, he has a zombie body and a human soul, so the restraint of the bronze coffin on him has doubled.
If an ordinary cultivator was here, perhaps it would be better, but the zombie body is an evil creature and was completely restrained at this moment.
It's like a mouse meeting a cat, or meeting heaven and earth.
“Humph, the bronze coffin that protects the world? What’s so great about that? No matter how powerful you are, you are just a ghost, and the so-called bronze coffin that protects the world is just an illusion.”
Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth and said, he was stubborn on the outside but extremely alert in his heart. This bronze coffin was just an illusion and yet it was so powerful. If the real body had descended here, he would have been suppressed into ashes long ago.
The mana was running, and the "copper skin and iron bones" was running all over his body. Feng Qingyang looked ahead with a sharp gaze. He was afraid of the power of the world-suppressing bronze coffin from the soul, and his blood seemed a little depressed at this moment, as if he didn't want to see that thing.
But how could he be an ordinary person? He would become stronger when facing a strong opponent, and would beat the weak one with one punch!
His body flashed, and he used all his strength to break free from the power of the World-Suppressing Bronze Coffin. When he turned around, he pressed hard at the void with his hand. At that moment, enormous power exploded, even as powerful as his previous boxing skills.
"Blood Demon Handprint!"
Feng Qingyang roared, and at that moment, the space seemed to be distorted. The hall roared and shook, and it seemed that it would collapse at any time. A huge palm quickly condensed in the void and slapped the dust statue fiercely.
"Blood demon?"
Seeing this handprint, the floating dust statue was obviously a little surprised. It obviously didn't expect that Feng Qingyang could still burst out with such powerful power after experiencing the previous battle.
"No, this seal has a weakening effect on me!"
Suddenly, he roared angrily, held the World-Suppressing Copper Coffin in one hand, and slashed it forward fiercely. With a loud bang, half of the World-Suppressing Copper Coffin, which originally had only a section outside, suddenly appeared. A phantom of the copper coffin shot out from it and hit the Blood Demon's handprint violently!
"Moon Spirit Wheel, it's your turn!