The long night passed in this battle.
When the first rays of light at dawn broke through the night sky and illuminated the earth, Feng Qingyang woke up, stood up, and patted the dust around him. He stepped out, stretched his waist vigorously, and felt refreshed.
After a night of meditation and practice, his magic power had recovered by 50%, and all the wounds on his body had healed overnight. If his magic power was only 50%, he would not believe that there had been a battle of life and death last night.
After swallowing the last spirit stone, Feng Qingyang returned to the crowd. A night of cultivation might only last a few hours, but in their eyes, it felt like a lifetime.
"You guys continue to practice cultivation. I'll go study that dangerous mountain range to see if I can carve a teleportation array!" After saying that, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he flew into the mountains.
“Wait…” Zhang Hanfei exclaimed from behind, turned around and nodded to everyone, then flew over behind him.
After they disappeared in front, the chief of the Wuzhen tribe came forward, looked at the group of lively young people in front of him, and sighed slightly in his heart. He wondered how many would be left after this battle.
Although the people of the Great Witch Clan are not numerous, each of them is a powerful cultivator and they often crush all those at the same level. Although they have a large number of people, their advantage is not so obvious.
He sighed slightly, looked at everyone and said: "You all should practice well and adjust your state to the peak. Maybe in the end, you will find the real reason for all this!"
The Shuizhen clan leader said this meaningfully and did not reply. The clan leaders looked at each other and could see each other's struggle and the madness hidden in the deepest part.
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The closer he got to the dangerous mountains, the heavier Feng Qingyang's heart became. When he walked into this area, he felt himself enveloped by an invisible aura, as if he had entered a tug-of-war battlefield, and he was at the center of the battlefield, feeling powerful pulling forces coming from different directions.
"Is this the natural force field?" He murmured to himself, looking into the distance, where there was dense jungle and fog all over the sky, and he couldn't see anything clearly. At this moment, he seemed to be back in the cave of the Zombie King, where there was a giant earth bear and the mortal heart-refining fog that cleansed his soul for the first time.
"Han Fei, do you know the origin of this dangerous mountain range?" After a long while, he suddenly spoke softly. Standing in the center of the force field, he had a complicated mind. It seemed that at this moment, he was resonating with something.
He suddenly recalled the vague call he heard when he first entered the secret realm, and why this secret realm appeared on the edge of 'No. 8 Tianzi'.
After thinking about it, it seemed that everything was connected by a string, and Feng Qingyang was standing at one end of the string. As long as he waved his hand lightly, he could pull the other end over.
However, he did not want to do so. He wanted to go there himself, to reach the other side of the fog, to see the truth, to see who was calling him.
While he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a series of chirping sounds in his ears. He looked up and saw two butterflies with the size of fists laughing, flapping their wings and flying by.
There were two butterflies, one white and one black. Apart from their colors, they were almost identical. After flying to the center of the dangerous mountain range, they both disappeared in the center.
"That's the Tiansang butterfly!" Zhang Hanfei's voice was heard from behind. His tone seemed a little sad, as if there was some unknown story between these two butterflies.
"Tian Sang Butterfly?"
"That's right. Legend has it that after the Tiansang butterfly appears, the world will fall into destruction. If there was only one, maybe my Wuzhen tribe could still survive, but now two have appeared, which means that our luck has come to an end!"
Zhang Hanfei's face was pale, and he seemed unwilling to believe what he said. However, when the facts came out, he had to believe it.
"Legend has it that when butterflies appear in the dangerous mountains, the world will come to an end..."
The Tianxian Mountains have an extraordinary origin. No one knows how it was formed, and no one knows where it ends. The Tiansang butterflies make their nests in the Tianxian Mountains.
Rumor has it that countless years ago, a Tiansang butterfly appeared once, but there was only one at that time. However, just this one butterfly almost caused the land of the Wuzhen tribe to collapse.
That period of time was a painful memory that they would never be able to erase. It was a great war, and the people of the Great Witch Clan activated a large teleportation array for some unknown reason.
On that occasion, three powerful men came and led the great witches to cross the natural barriers and endless barriers to appear on the land of Wuzhen tribe.
In that battle, blood flowed like a river. It was also that battle that laid the foundation for the current rules. The leaders of the Wuzhen tribe died one after another in that battle, but at the last moment, they gathered all their strength to severely injure the three great powers, which directly led to their slumber...
That time, there was only one Tiansang butterfly, but now, two appeared. At this moment, even Zhang Hanfei was still frightened.
At this time, he had lost his own opinion. Thinking of the legends passed down from generation to generation in the tribe, his scalp tingled. Looking at the two departing butterflies, he seemed to see the end of the world.
And at the end, there are blood and bones, which means that another war is about to break out.
"Do you know what this so-called world destruction means?" Zhang Hanfei said in a deep voice, looking at Feng Qingyang. His eyes did not have the cunningness of the Wuzhen tribe leader. On the contrary, there was a kind of trust in them.
"The world will cease to exist. I don't know if this is true, but it actually happened once countless years ago!"
After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke again: "On the other side of the Tianxian Mountains, that is, the land of the Celestial Tribe, there is a temple. Inside the temple, their Great Witch God is enshrined, who is also the super-powerful man who was severely injured and fell asleep."
"If so, then this world!" Feng Qingyang suddenly turned around and looked straight at Zhang Hanfei. At this moment, he seemed to remember that he had missed something. The moment Zhang Hanfei mentioned the temple, he instantly remembered it.
What he missed was faith. Since the people of the Great Witch Clan have a Great Witch God, does the Wuzhen tribe also have its own Great Witch God
If so, wouldn't it be enough to just awaken the super strong man on his side? Feng Qingyang is not a fool. He doesn't believe that the Wuzhen tribe has no foundation. If it only relies on these five clan leaders, how can it be possible to support everyone
After thinking about it, he always felt that something was wrong, as if there was conspiracy everywhere. Just as he was thinking, a strong breath suddenly came from the dangerous mountains. That breath was something Feng Qingyang had never felt before.
"That's... their Great Witch God!"