He let out a low shout, and the Moon Essence Wheel flew out immediately.
When it was in the air, it suddenly turned into two waning moons, which filled the sky and spread in all directions, instantly covering the floating dust statue. For a moment, a cold breath filled the sky.
Feng Qingyang still had the Moon Essence Wheel surrounding him. The two wheels that flew out before were just its phantoms. But if they were phantoms, they contained its own spiritual power.
He was like a moon, suspended high in the hall, emitting cold light. His sharp fangs were extended and his blood-red hair swayed in the wind.
"I didn't expect that the Moon Essence Wheel would actually have a blessing effect on me..." Feng Qingyang thought to himself. At this moment, he seemed to have reached the pinnacle again. Looking at the floating dust statue below, Feng Qingyang couldn't stop smiling.
“Double kill!”
He shouted loudly, and the two Moon Essence Wheels transformed into two dragons, crossing over him like a pair of scissors, and the huge sharp aura was like a meat grinder.
There was a creaking sound heard in the hall. It was the friction sound caused by the Moon Essence Wheel cutting through the air. The dragon danced, causing a buzzing sound. Suddenly, huge waves appeared in the calm hall, and rushed towards the dust statue.
"The bronze coffin that suppresses the world, suppress it for me!"
The dusty statue let out a light cry, and his body seemed unable to move. Circles of magic power rippled from his body, surging and his combat power was top-notch.
The lid of the world-suppressing bronze coffin was gently lifted, and suddenly there was a burst of ghostly howling in the hall. Countless wronged souls flew out of it, like greedy demons and monsters, flying towards Feng Qingyang in layers.
Feng Qingyang retreated instead of advancing. With one hand, he controlled the Moon Essence Wheel to strangle the remaining souls of the wronged, and with the other hand, he performed the Blood Demon Seal. With both hands, he caught the dusty statue off guard.
After all, he was just a statue, and a statue with limitations at that. Feng Qingyang also understood this, so he did not confront him head-on, but chose a long-range attack tactic that he was not good at.
He had thick red hair, which showed his arrogance. With one hand he plucked the stars and the dark moon, and with the other hand he controlled the universe. The big red handprints continued one after another, seemingly never stopping, and it seemed as if he did not consume any magic power.
And at this moment, the Moon Spirit Wheel opened its sharp teeth and transformed into a jumping dragon that swung towards him. Suddenly, the whole hall was filled with roars.
The howling of wronged souls, the roar of the Moon Spirit Wheel, and the tyranny of the Blood Demon's Great Seal, these several sounds intertwined together and turned into a war song that would never fade away.
"A coffin shakes the sky!"
At this moment, a roar suddenly came from below. It was the Fuchen statue that had been suppressed and beaten. Anger obviously appeared on his face carved by the spirit stone. He was a super strong man from ancient times. He did not expect that after waking up, he would be suppressed and beaten by a little zombie that he once regarded as an ant and did not even look at. How could he not be angry
As he became more angry, the bronze coffin that guarded the world changed again. Originally only a corner of it was visible, but now half of it was exposed, and the coffin lid was also opened a little again.
However, he did not feel well after the ancient bronze coffin was opened, and it was obvious that he was experiencing a huge drain of energy.
As the bronze coffin flew out, the suppressed souls seemed to have received a powerful pill, or even to have been injected with chicken blood. They howled and tore the phantom of the Moon Essence Wheel that was wrapped around their bodies into pieces.
In just a moment, the entire hall was covered by endless wronged souls. The number was at least tens of thousands. So many wronged souls were squeezed into a hall, densely packed, and howling constantly.
Feng Qingyang's scalp tingled and he thought to himself that something was wrong. Then he swung the Moon Essence Wheel and carved out a piece of pure land in the endless resentment. He stood there with a solemn expression, like a god of war who would never fall.
Suddenly, an image appeared in his mind. Those were the two dreams he had when he first came to this world. He saw a giant in the dark world.
The giant stood tall and immeasurably tall, with nine iron chains piercing his body. However, he was holding an axe. He chopped at the void, instantly splitting the sky and the earth into two.
And that person is himself!
The situation at this moment is somewhat similar to that of his time, except that one is facing darkness, and the other is facing endless wronged souls and regrets.
Feng Qingyang's magic was surging as he endured the suppression of the bronze coffin that suppressed the world. He didn't know what that thing was. It seemed that it was in harmony with the law of death of heaven. The coffin suppressed the world, but it was much more powerful than the meaning of suppression he had understood.
The inscription on the bronze coffin exuded an even more strange aura. Feng Qingyang cried out in his heart, and the Corpse King's blood was churning. He was unwilling, extremely unwilling.
There was a roar in my ears, as if telling me something, why should I be suppressed again? No matter where I go, I am either suppressed or hunted!
Feng Qingyang was speechless. He closed his eyes gently. The Moon Essence Wheel silently revolved around him, resisting the endless resentment of the residual souls. However, it was obvious that the light it emitted was weakening little by little, as if it would be swallowed up by the endless resentment of the residual souls at any time.
“Hahaha… Die, and become one of my wronged souls. Your body will be used by me. It will allow me to break free from the cocoon and be reborn. It will allow me to stand out from the crowd and become the master of this era!”
The face of the Fuchen statue was ferocious, as if it had seen the scene of Feng Qingyang's soul being torn apart.
However, no!
Feng Qingyang closed his eyes. His consciousness had long since sunk into the giant. He seemed to be feeling something. Although he couldn't see it, it remained in his memory.
"I closed my eyes, and all I saw was darkness, but my heart returned to the original beauty. At that time, zombies were also one of the myriad races, and a part of the way of heaven. They were not subject to the sufferings of the world, and were not oppressed by various races!"
"So, will I see a bright future when I open my eyes? However, when I opened my eyes, I saw only endless contempt and disgust. I am isolated from all races, and even the Heavenly Dao does not recognize me!"
A strong resentment suddenly arose in Feng Qingyang's heart. As the resentment came out, it immediately turned into a skull several meters in size, instantly filling the entire hall.
The skull roared, opened its big mouth, and sucked fiercely into the void. Suddenly, the wronged souls that were originally madly gnawing at the Moon Essence Wheel's defensive light curtain went crazy.
They struggled to escape in all directions, but how was that possible
The skull transformed from Feng Qingyang's resentment contained the devouring power of the Corpse King's bloodline. Other creatures might be able to escape, but these resentments were originally evil things.
This is a great tonic for Feng Qingyang!
"That's... that's... the bloodline of the Corpse King!"
The Fuchen statue was stunned. He obviously recognized Feng Qingyang's bloodline, that supreme bloodline among the zombie clan, which had been circulating since ancient times, but had never appeared.
But now, it has actually appeared, how can he not be shocked!
"I open my eyes, and whatever I see will be destroyed by me!"