As he spoke, the temperature in the hall began to drop sharply.
Wisps of cold air spread out from Feng Qingyang's body, as if to freeze everything. The Moon Essence Wheel Light, which was originally on the verge of collapse, suddenly stabilized.
Moreover, the wronged souls that were fleeing around all showed fear and let out sharp screams, but this time it was not death or madness, but fear, as if this moment was the day of their destruction.
However, if they wanted to escape, how could Feng Qingyang let them escape easily? Before, he was the weak one, so he could only let them tear him apart, but now, he is the strong one!
The Corpse King's blood was boiling, which was the unyielding spirit after being suppressed. The huge skull behind him shot out a pair of dark red eyes, sweeping in all directions, invincible.
Feng Qingyang slowly opened his eyes. The cold air around him became even stronger, as if it had frozen the entire world. The endless resentful souls in the hall were instantly frozen.
"I come from the cold winter. There is no light in my world, only endless darkness. I have never seen warmth, only endless cold!" He spoke slowly in a low voice, and the moment he opened his mouth, snowflakes suddenly floated in the hall.
Feng Qingyang opened his palm and took one of the flowers. He looked at the statue of Fuchen who had fallen into a stagnation below and said, "Do you understand? I don't want to die. No one can kill me, not even the law of heaven!"
He crushed the snowflakes with one hand, then waved his hand, and the skull shook and moved. The devouring power coming from its mouth became more violent, as if it was going to swallow everything.
roar!
The wronged soul screamed and fled everywhere, and was finally taken back into the bronze coffin by the Fuchen statue. However, even so, a lot of it was absorbed by Feng Qingyang, at least one third of it.
After a long time, Feng Qingyang burped, touched his stomach with satisfaction, and smiled wickedly. At this moment, compared to his previous embarrassment, he looked much better, even with a greasy face.
Although those wronged souls have been dead for countless years and even spanned several eras, they are still a force that cannot be underestimated.
After being absorbed into his body, the 'Tai Yin Sutra' began to refine it crazily, and then passed it into his Qi Sea, where it was refined a second time by the small green tree above the Qi Sea, and finally fed back into his body.
Until now, Feng Qingyang didn't know what the small green tree was. He just vaguely remembered that Lu Zhishen once talked about the water of fortune. However, he didn't know that if the secret of this tree was leaked out, it would be enough to cause a bloody storm in the world of cultivation. Even the old monster who had already asked about the cause would take action!
However... those were not what he needed to think about now. What he needed now was how to quickly destroy the floating dust statue below!
Powerful magic power was rippling around his body. Needless to say, at this moment, he was back to his peak state again, while the floating dust statue that was lowered down was much weaker, and even the bronze coffin that was floating outside had shrunk back into the void!
"However, the world-suppressing bronze coffin seems to be very good. If I can learn how to use it..."
Feng Qingyang grinned again, but he didn't know that the so-called world-suppressing bronze coffin did exist, but he didn't know in which world it was.
The Fuchen statue was also a hegemon during his lifetime. He was fortunate enough to obtain a fragmentary martial arts technique, which opened up a world in which he saw the projection of the world-suppressing bronze coffin. So he was inspired and copied it.
Although he was only a half-baked one, he relied on this technique to become rampant for a while. If he was not just a wisp of soul now, many of his secret techniques could not be used. Otherwise, Feng Qingyang would have died countless times.
Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang's heart moved. He took back the Moon Essence Wheel and transformed himself into an orc, which was the second level of "Copper Skin and Iron Bones".
He flicked his tail, creating a strong gust of wind, and then he disappeared from the spot with a whoosh. When he appeared again, he was above the bronze coffin that guarded the world.
Looking at the world-guarding bronze coffin so close at hand, Feng Qingyang's heart was burning with excitement. He thought it was some secret treasure and wished he could put it away quickly.
However, at the moment he pounced, the dust statue below suddenly smiled sinisterly. It was not that he did not notice Feng Qingyang, but he did it deliberately.
"Boy, no, that world-suppressing bronze coffin is a mysterious object. Even I don't know where it is. Don't touch it!" In the secret room, the old man shouted, his eyebrows and beard were blown away, and he looked at Feng Qingyang blankly.
"Oh no, it's a trick!"
Feng Qingyang had sharp eyes. When he appeared next to the bronze coffin, the statue of Fuchen on the side just smiled evilly. It was obvious that everything was anticipated and under his control.
"Damn it, it turns out that the old ones are the wisest. They have been dead for who knows how many years, but they are still plotting against me like this!"
Feng Qingyang was furious, but at this moment, he had no time to retract his hands. Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind. At the critical moment, he suddenly gritted his teeth and became ruthless in an instant.
"The world-suppressing bronze coffin? I want to see what you are!"
He suddenly stretched out his hands, exerted all his strength, grabbed the bronze coffin, and was about to drag it out. However, at the moment he grabbed it, his eyes blurred and a scene appeared that he would never forget.
At the moment he touched it, or to be more precise, when he touched the aura of the World-suppressing Bronze Coffin, his eyes suddenly changed and he seemed to be standing in the vast starry sky.
And in the center of the starry sky, there lay a huge bronze coffin. Its size was unknown, and it seemed to span several worlds. He was like an ant, an ant that could not be any smaller.
At that moment, his blood boiled, but he was not afraid. He suddenly felt like a frog in a well, but had already jumped out of the well.
"That's... That's the bronze coffin that protects the world!"
Feng Qingyang's head was buzzing. He stared blankly at the bronze coffin lying quietly in the starry sky. There were countless inscriptions carved on it. Feng Qingyang just glanced at it and felt his head swelling as if it was about to explode.
However, suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he seemed to see something incredible. In a corner of the bronze coffin, there was actually a large golden character engraved. Although that character was just one of the thousands of inscriptions, Feng Qingyang was very familiar with it.
That was the word "Wang", which was the word "Wang" that He Tu taught him in Guiyuan City!
At this moment, the huge ancient coffin suddenly made a deafening sound, and even the starry sky trembled in an instant, and the coffin lid on it suddenly opened a corner.
Suddenly, countless mysterious yellow air gushed out, and in the vast starry sky, there appeared a vast meaning of suppressing the heaven and earth. It seemed to be extinction, like death!
Feng Qingyang was unable to describe it, but it was deeply imprinted in his mind. In a trance, he returned to the display and saw that he was standing next to the dusty statue, and he seemed to really want to control himself.
"You're looking for death!"