The Ancestor of All Zombies

Chapter 335: 336 Just to pass on the legacy

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Feng Qingyang was furious, and without thinking, he shook his body, and swept the whisk statue's tail covered with barbs and spikes fiercely. At that moment, there was a loud bang, and the surroundings suddenly shook!

"Boy, open the door quickly. The two of them were originally used to maintain the balance of the seal here. Now they have been defeated by you. The seal here will collapse soon."

In the secret room, the old man was so anxious that he scratched his ears and his face turned red. He originally thought that he would die at the hands of the two statues, but who knew that he was so powerful that he killed one of them by his own strength.

Moreover, at this moment, it was like destroying dry weeds and rotten wood, sweeping away the whisk statue. You know, these two were both famous overlords in the ancient times, but now only a trace of theirs is left, and they were even beaten by a small zombie. It can be said that a tiger is bullied by a dog in plain land!

Feng Qingyang couldn't hear the roar of the old man in the secret room, but he was not a fool, so he naturally saw the changes in the hall. He was a little anxious in his heart. It is said that if you delay something, something will happen, let alone in this mysterious sealed place.

This place can be described as a world within a world, a secret realm within a secret realm. If anything unexpected happens, I'm afraid he won't even have a place to cry.

Feng Qingyang pulled with all his strength, and the whisk statue let out a piercing scream. He couldn't understand why Feng Qingyang was not suppressed by the bronze coffin.

You know, even though he just took a quick look at him at the beginning, his soul almost collapsed. In the final analysis, he underestimated Feng Qingyang and his corpse king bloodline.

This unique bloodline gave Feng Qingyang a shortcut, a shortcut to the highest level. He only needed to practice well and then overcome the tribulation.

There will be no obstacles. For example, for a cultivator with poor qualifications, even if he is allowed to practice with mountains of spirit stones, his achievements will still be limited, and that is his own qualifications.

Feng Qingyang possesses the blood of the Corpse King, which allows him to have no limits and climb infinitely, as long as he can survive and successfully survive every heavenly tribulation.

The blood of the Corpse King can not only improve his qualifications, but also make him unyielding. It is a kind of thinking that is deeply rooted in his blood and penetrates into his bones. Nothing can make him surrender, and nothing can suppress him!

And he possesses just this, so every time he faces a strong person, he can remain calm as a rock!

"If I don't want to die, who can take me away?"

Feng Qingyang looked at the statue of the whisk and immediately guessed what was in his mind. At this moment, the hall was shaking violently and rapidly, and the void was disappearing bit by bit, as if it would disappear at any time.

Feng Qingyang became anxious again, and didn't care about anything else. Looking at the whisk statue with an evil smile on its face again, he exerted his strength, his red hair flying, and his dark scales reflected a cold light under his red eyes.

"What are you laughing at? I want you to die!"

He clenched his claws into a fist, stretched out his fist, and quickly transformed it into a fist the size of a millstone in the air, which smashed into the whisk statue. At this moment, he seemed to have given up resistance.

With just one punch, Feng Qingyang smashed it into pieces, leaving only a ball of blue flame flickering in the dim hall. Without thinking, Feng Qingyang immediately put the flame into the storage ring.

Then his body flashed, and with a whoosh, he arrived in front of the gate. He swung his fist and hit the gate with all his strength.

Boom!

There seemed to be a thunderclap, the door shook twice, and suddenly rumbling thunder was heard from inside. Feng Qingyang's heart trembled, and just hearing the sound almost made his soul collapse. From this, one can imagine how powerful the divine thunder was.

"Kid, what are you looking at? Hurry up and leave. Are you looking for death by staying here?"

Suddenly, there was a faint piercing sound in his ears. Feng Qingyang turned his head and saw an extremely disheveled old man appear in front of him.

Then his eyes suddenly blurred, and it turned out that the old man grabbed his arm and flew out of the hall quickly. After a moment of distraction, he looked back and took a breath of cold air. He saw that from behind the door, the endless void began to disappear.

Layer upon layer, it seemed to disappear into nothingness. It was a real disappearance, just like returning to the abyss!

Boom…

There was a deafening sound of collapse behind him. Feng Qingyang felt a chill down his spine and his hair stood on end. If it weren't for that embarrassed old man who pulled him out, he would have disappeared into the void in the hall.

Before he could even catch his breath, he saw a flash of light before his eyes and was instantly back outside the mountains, which was the place where he had first entered the sixth level of the Shura battlefield.

Next to him stood an old man. This time he looked carefully and felt vaguely familiar with him, as if he had seen him somewhere before. After taking a closer look, he suddenly remembered him.

The old man looked old, but there was a domineering and sharp look in his eyes. From this, he guessed this man's origins.

"You... Aren't you the man in green robe?"

Feng Qingyang blurted out, with some surprise in his eyes. This man looked like a young man before, why did he change when he saw me

"Nonsense, if not the ancestor, then who else?"

The old man shouted angrily, then hung his head and said, "What are you looking at? If it weren't for you, do you think I would age so quickly?"

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang was stunned, thinking to himself, what does "for me" mean? Did he help me in any way

"Because of me? If you, old thing, hadn't tricked me here, how could I be in such a mess?" Feng Qingyang curled his lips. He didn't believe the old man's words at all.

"If it weren't for me, would you have been able to come out? If I hadn't risked my life for you, I'm afraid you would still be there somewhere!"

Feng Qingyang said again, as if he knew that the old man had no killing intention towards him, and judging from his appearance, it seemed that he could still gain some advantage over him.

Sure enough, after hearing Feng Qingyang's words, the old man laughed, but it was just an angry laugh: "Because of you? If I hadn't given you the Judge's Pen and the Sword Ball, do you think you could cut through the green halo outside this mountain? And be able to restrain the statue holding the big knife?"

"Sword pill?"

Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have indeed obtained a mysterious broken sword, but it was now kept in a storage ring.

"Is that what you mean?"

Feng Qingyang raised his hand, and the ring on his hand flashed, and suddenly a broken sword flew out. However, what made Feng Qingyang depressed was that as soon as the broken sword appeared, it immediately flew to the side of the embarrassed old man, and even rubbed against him affectionately.

For a moment, a hint of pride appeared on the old man's face, and then he waved his hand and immediately took it away right under Feng Qingyang's nose.

"What do you think? If I say it's mine, then it's mine. If you don't believe me, take out your judge's pen and see if I can take it away!"

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang trembled all over. He was not a fool, so how could he give away the treasure he had obtained? So he said, "Stop talking nonsense. I got it, so it belongs to me. Why did you ask me to break the seal and let you out?"

"What is it?"

The old man was silent for a while, a trace of nostalgia appeared on his face, and he said with infinite emotion: "It's just so that you can inherit our mantle!"