Shui Tian is decisive and resolute in his dealings with others, but he is a little impatient. However, beneath his impatient appearance, he hides a heart of a venomous snake.
This is Feng Qingyang’s evaluation of Shuitian. He doesn’t trust any of the Wuzhen clan leaders. They are all cunning and treacherous, like foxes.
Among them, only Zhang Hanfei could be trusted, but this person always gave him a feeling that they would become his enemy in the future. Shaking his head, Feng Qingyang didn't think about it anymore. He turned back and looked at Zhang Hanfei deeply, then followed Shui Tian.
The six of them were galloping across the sky in a mighty force, which was quite spectacular to see from afar. Although there were only six of them, the pressure emanated by each of them was more than enough to match that of thousands of troops.
Except for Feng Qingyang, the other five clan leaders are all golden elixir super powerful giants throughout the ages. Such strength is a frightening existence no matter where they are.
Looking at the figures in front of him, Feng Qingyang's mind raced, and he thought to himself, if he could take these people under his control, he would have mastered a powerful force.
Moreover, among the five major tribes, in addition to the five great golden elixirs, there are more than a dozen half-step golden elixir masters. If they are brought out of this secret realm, won’t they be allowed to run rampant in the world of cultivation
He calculated secretly in his mind, but several hours had passed without him noticing. When the scenery around him began to change, he collected his thoughts and looked around carefully.
Five sword mountains rose from the ground, with a plain in the center, like a smooth mirror, flying up into the sky, where one could even see one's own reflection clearly.
Feng Qingyang had never seen such a wonderful sight before. Moreover, the surroundings were desolate, with five swords standing alone, which looked even contradictory.
Moreover, the smooth mirror surface is covered with countless cracks. From the cracks, countless ancient and wild auras are revealed. Although they are not too strong, they are extremely powerful.
Every time I inhale a breath, I can feel a majesty in that breath that makes my soul tremble.
"This is the place where our ancestors passed away. The five sword edges represent each generation of ancestors, and the aura that appeared before came from here!" Shui Tian looked at Feng Qingyang with a fierce look.
After a pause, he continued, "And the crack above is the seal of this place. Everything was fine originally. A hundred years ago, this place suddenly shook. When several clan leaders including me rushed here, we found that the seal had been broken. And from that moment on, a strong aura was repeatedly sent from the other end of the Tianxian Mountains."
At this point, a trace of bitterness appeared on his face, and he sighed, "We are very familiar with that aura. It is the aura of the Great Witch God, also known as Wu Lao. I didn't expect that after so many years, it can still be felt, and his head is still with us."
Feng Qingyang shook his head after hearing this. To have suppressed the creature for countless years without causing it to die, and even to have its body separated, how much strength and cultivation would that require
The elders of the five major tribes each occupied one side, looking at the crack below with solemn expressions. Needless to say, the seal must have been broken a little again, otherwise, they would not be so nervous.
"Little brother, you said you know the art of formations, so can you tell what this seal belongs to? Just tell me what is needed to strengthen the seal."
As soon as he said this, his eyelids twitched and he glanced at Feng Qingyang's face from the corner of his eye. He suddenly felt a chill down his spine and felt a thousand regrets in his heart. His face turned purple and he wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.
Feng Qingyang, at this moment, was looking at everyone with shining eyes and a rosy face, but he was extremely happy in his heart. He had already used a lot of spirit stones to break through and recover from his injuries, and now, the other party was luring him nakedly.
Thinking of this, he pretended to fly high into the sky, looking around carefully from top to bottom. Suddenly, his third eye opened and a ray of light burst out.
Now, after comprehending the second small word, the things that Heaven's Eye sees seem to be even more profound. Just like at this moment, when he looks down, his expression changes suddenly, and his eyes are full of disbelief.
Not long after, he suddenly fell from the air with a muffled groan, and landed on the ground with a thud. He struggled for a long time, and suddenly two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.
Seeing this, the five clan leaders all changed their expressions and stepped forward and asked anxiously: "Little brother, what's going on?"
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang smiled bitterly, recalling the scene he saw before, but still felt palpitations. Just one glance almost made his soul shatter. If it weren't for the breath that suddenly surged out of the five sword mountains at the critical moment to cut it off, I'm afraid he would have already had his sea of consciousness shattered and turned into an idiot.
"It's beyond human control, it's beyond human control..." After a long silence, Feng Qingyang spoke with deep emotion. At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and bursts of ghost howlings were heard in the air.
Seeing that Feng Qingyang no longer answered, the five clan leaders were like deflated balls. They were listless and looked at the mirror below with complicated expressions, and couldn't help feeling powerless.
"Is it God's will to destroy my five major tribes?" Mu Yan murmured, his voice was desolate and full of pain.
As for the rest of the people, except Shui Tian and the chief of the Huozhen tribe, all stood there with embarrassed expressions, as if they had lost their souls, and no one knew what they were thinking for a moment.
"Want to defeat him? That's weird." Seeing everyone's faces, Feng Qingyang sneered in his heart. When he opened his third eye and looked along the crack in the seal, the thing he saw was not something else, but the head of the so-called Great Witch God.
If it was an ordinary head, Feng Qingyang might not be so surprised. However, after seeing the head of the Great Witch God clearly, he could no longer muster the will to resist.
That kind of power is not just spoken, but just one glance, as if it can determine the fate of the world. The sealed head, with its big round eyes, is looking at the sky angrily.
And when Feng Qingyang looked at him, their eyes met, and at that moment, an extremely clear thought entered his mind.
"Young man, let me out, and I will grant you the power to sweep across this world."
The tempting voice of the Great Witch God seemed to still echo in his mind, but Feng Qingyang could not be happy no matter what. The so-called Great Witch God was actually a zombie, a real zombie.
It was neither a wandering corpse nor a black zombie, but a purple zombie which was more powerful than a black zombie. It had a head full of purple hair and pupils that shone with faint purple light. Just based on this, Feng Qingyang guessed his origins.
“If he is the Great Witch God, then the so-called Great Witch Celestial Clan, could it be that they are special people who are the combination of zombies and the thoughts of Heaven?” There were thousands of thoughts in his mind, but in the end they all turned into helplessness and a sigh.
Purple zombie, just by these two words, he can suppress the existence of an entire world and destroy the heaven and earth with a wave of his hand. Even a giant of the ages who is at the golden elixir realm will be blown up in his hands with just one palm.
A super overlord who is invincible in the same realm, and the head of this super overlord is sealed here.
“No wonder it has not died for so long. Even if its body is separated, even if it is divided and suppressed, it will not perish. It is not that it is immortal, but that the heaven does not allow it to enter the six reincarnations!” It seems powerful, but in fact it contains an indescribable sense of loneliness and pity.
"The mighty purple zombie, the king of zombies!"