"Who are you?"
The old man's eyes flashed, and his slowly rotating pupils instantly emitted a ray of light. At this moment, Feng Qingyang seemed to be fixed to the ground.
"A perfect zombie body!" When he saw it clearly, his heart skipped a beat. He never thought that the person who could escape from the hands of several great Jindan masters would be a little zombie, and with a perfect zombie body at that!
Thinking of this, he put away his imposing aura and slowly descended from the air. With a flash of air, he suddenly appeared beside Feng Qingyang, staring at him with his eyes wide open.
The pair of pupils that looked like the Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish looked particularly strange at this moment. Feng Qingyang was trembling all over. A strong sense of resistance came from within his body, as if he would not allow others to spy on him like this.
"Those eyes." Feng Qingyang's heart skipped a beat. The old man's eyes were extremely similar to Xuan Tian Ji's pupils. They both had the ability to see through the world. It seemed that nothing could be hidden from that pair of transparent eyes.
As soon as his third eye opened, he stared into the eyes of the old man. One had the Yin-Yang eyes, the other had the third eye. It was a tit-for-tat confrontation, and it was unclear who was better.
"Yes, it is indeed a perfect zombie body. If I can possess it, I will definitely be able to extend my lifespan, and there is also a slight chance that I can refine the corpse of the witch god into an incarnation!"
The old man's eyes flashed as he glanced at the crowd kneeling on the ground, then looked up at the night sky. The moon was high in the sky, and it was already ten o'clock in the morning.
At this moment, the yin energy was extremely heavy, and the dark red light spread all over the earth, making everything here look terrifying. He turned slowly and looked at the Great Witch Temple with its closed door.
"Success or failure depends on this one move. I need to use the blood of the son of destiny to open the seal on the door." He murmured, and then stretched out his big hand to grab the void, and an overwhelming suction force came.
The disciples of the ten major sects, who were originally wearing red robes, flew up one after another. Their eyes were filled with fear and they seemed a little dazed at this moment, as if they had forgotten what they were experiencing at the moment.
Only Feng Qingyan knew that they were now controlled by the poison. Although their bodies looked normal, they had actually lost all consciousness and had long since turned into idiots!
"The blood sacrifice begins!" Suddenly, the old man shouted again. As the two blood sacrifice sons appeared, the wind and clouds changed color, a strong wind blew up, and the Great Witch people kneeling on the ground knelt down and kowtowed, reciting the dry and difficult to understand words of the Great Witch at the same time.
The dormant years began to open at this moment, like an ancient book starting to turn pages, each page is full of vicissitudes and desolation.
Endless years have left only desolation. When it is opened, it appears again before everyone's eyes. The wind is rising and the clouds are surging, and the originally flat earth suddenly trembles.
The four directions began to wrinkle, and huge mountain ranges rose from the sky, surrounding the four directions, like a series of sword mountains. The dark red afterglow sprinkled down and just connected with the peak of the sword mountain.
Boom! At this moment, the long years began to erupt, and a strong aura of vicissitudes rose up. The whistling in the ears, accompanied by the sound of the great witch's kowtow, echoed in the world, and the lingering sound was lingering and winding.
The shrill screams, the howling of ghosts and wolves corroded everyone's hearts in the strong wind. All this seemed strange in the eyes of the people of Wuzhen tribe, but in the eyes of the great witch, it was extremely sacred.
"The Great Witch has a god named Xingtian, who controls the purest power of heaven and earth. He holds a Ganqi in his hand and dances in the sky. He can go up to the sky in anger, and when he waves it, all the demons will dance wildly!"
"Heavenly Way, what is Heavenly Way! I will use the axe in my hand to cut off the shackles of Heavenly Way..." A faint murmur came to my ears, as if the ideas that had long disappeared in ancient times were passed on to today.
"Xing Tian, he is Xing Tian! Xing Tian is also a zombie?" Feng Qingyang's face turned pale, and when this voice appeared, his body began to shake involuntarily.
"Blood sacrifice, explode!"
The old man had an indifferent expression, as if he didn't care at all about Feng Qingyang's change. When the word "explosion" came out of his mouth, strange flowers suddenly bloomed in the dark red sky and earth.
The wild wind howled between heaven and earth, accompanied by the sounds of violent explosions, as if playing a song of the sky.
At the same time, countless wild beasts gathered at the edge of the Great Witch Temple. They circled around the periphery of Jianshan Mountain, roaring miserably, as if expressing anger or sadness.
Feng Qingyang began to have hallucinations. He seemed to see the world tens of thousands of years ago. That was the ancient times, an era when many heroes emerged.
There is a demon god in the world. He stands there holding a halberd in his hand, one pointing to the sky and the other to the ground. His ferocious face reveals a deep unwillingness and despair.
Feng Qingyang was struck by lightning. He stared at the tall figure, but could not see the head, as if it had never existed.
Why did the ancient times fall apart? This is an unsolved mystery. Even to this day, it still cannot be solved. Why did they all perish in that era when all the powerful Jindan masters were walking around
All of this seemed to be explained in this cry. On the dry Qi, there were several lines of large characters engraved. He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to feel...
"The zombie clan can cut the sky! Cut the sky!"
He seemed to see the ancient times thousands of years ago and saw the heroes rising up. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, but his beating heart could not calm down for a long time.
"If this world of world beads is just a magic weapon of the zombie king, then the living beings in it are the product of the conflict between the will of heaven and the will of zombies. Then who are Xing Tian and the owner of the Judge's Pen? What secrets are hidden in the destruction of the ancient times? Is it related to zombies? Zombie King Liu Ruchen, he gave me the inheritance, but why do I always feel that all this is deliberately manipulated by someone?"
He closed his eyes, and countless images flashed through his mind. They looked a little messy, but they all seemed to have something in common.
When he first entered this world, he was hunted everywhere, then he obtained a treasure, and was hunted again and again until he grew up. He is no longer the little zombie who knew nothing.
When he put all the things together, he seemed to understand something in his heart.
"The world is like a chessboard, and I have been just a chess piece from beginning to end!" He felt bitter in his heart and seemed unwilling to think about it. Smelling the blood beside him, he opened his eyes.
The disciples of the ten major sects have all died, and their last relic left in the world is the flower suspended in the air.
The whole world is red, including the people in it.
The people of Fengleiyudian and Wuzhen tribe were stunned. They didn't know what to say and it seemed their minds were shaken.
Feng Qingyang turned around and looked at the countless wild beasts outside Jianshan. Wherever his gaze went, they all exploded, and blood gathered in the void, but all this seemed to be natural.
Then, the members of the Great Witch Clan who were kneeling at the edge began to explode, but no one noticed it. They just knelt on the ground devoutly and kept chanting to themselves. Even now, Lie Shanxiu and others had not noticed it.
"And you too!"