In short, at the most critical moment, it filled Feng Qingyang's pain by depriving the other three people of their lifespan.
What is destined to happen will eventually happen to you and cannot be forced. Just like Feng Qingyang at this moment, he came to the Great Witch Temple under duress.
But he never thought that there would be such a great opportunity here. Although there were dangers and he almost died here, he had persisted.
It's not just Jin Bang's help, but more importantly, it's himself. Only his own strong will can play a decisive role.
Feng Qingyan's face was peaceful. At this moment, he felt like he had returned to the womb. The feeling of warmth all around made him unwilling to open his eyes.
But the fact is that some things are not what you want them to be, just like now, he obviously does not want to wake up, but there is a strong consciousness in his body that shakes him, hoping that he will wake up soon.
"Your way is also the way of my zombies. I have been hiding here, hiding from that old man of the Heavenly Dao, and even set up a formation to conceal my true identity. It has killed countless people, including my old friend."
"Don't be surprised. You and I have met before. In the Sword Mountain of Wuzhen Tribe, I was the head in the blood pool. When you hear the voice at this moment, it means that you have integrated 70% to 80% of my blood essence. It is also the moment when my soul returns to heaven and earth."
"I am not Xing Tian. If I were not like this, how could I have concealed the will of that bastard Heavenly Dao? I have no regrets, no money, and nothing else. All my treasures were almost shattered in the peak battle. Only the blood demon crystal condensed by my blood is left for you to use to strengthen yourself."
"Since you are a zombie, you are the hope of my clan. I will use the Qi Tian technique to help you get rid of all the karma on your body, help you break through the black zombie as soon as possible, and complete your supreme mission as soon as possible. The hope of my clan lies in you."
The low voice continuously poured into Feng Qingyang's mind. He opened his eyes in confusion and almost cried. Every word contained great hope and warmth.
No wonder I have a feeling of returning to the mother body. It turns out that it is all caused by the owner of the boundary bead here, the King of Zombies. It turns out that all this is a trap!
"Qi Tian's Art!"
Just after Feng Qingyang woke up, a low shout suddenly sounded in his mind, and then he flew out of the cave with a swish and landed steadily in the valley.
At that last moment, the spring was still sealed, and it seemed that it had not yet opened. However, the sky above the valley had changed color.
The golden list swayed, and red light poured down, pouring into Feng Qingyang's body. At this moment, his whole body suddenly caught fire. It was an astonishing fire that seemed to burn the heaven and earth.
Even the void was emitting green smoke in the raging fire. It was silent and Feng Qingyang did not feel any severe pain. Instead, he felt his body was slowly becoming lighter.
In the past, he focused on the way of killing. Although his murderous aura was strong and could shock everyone, it was against humane after all. Although he was a zombie, he was also a living being in this world.
Although this world does not recognize him, there is always a heaven that is his hometown. When he has killed too many people, there are naturally endless karmas that span time and space and entangle him.
The stronger he is and the more he kills, the more difficult it will be for him to transform, that is, to break through the black zombie. This is karma, the karma that hinders his growth.
But at this moment, just after he merged all the blood demon crystals in his body, the mysterious powerful person in the temple here was suddenly activated. The powerful person who claimed to have the ability to conceal the truth was willing to use the last price of his life to perform the Qi Tian technique for Feng Qingyang.
This is a kind of trust in fellow tribesmen, and also a high expectation for fellow tribesmen.
Feng Qingyang opened his eyes and accepted it all calmly. Although he was confused now, he still stood firm in his beliefs.
Zombies, why are there zombies? The four ancient gods, why did the curse of Huo Zun give birth to zombies? What is the relationship between Huo Zun and zombies? Why did it fight against the way of heaven despite the dissuasion of the other three ancient gods!
All of this is a mystery, but in Feng Qingyang's heart, these are not mysteries, but just a book. He has already seen the table of contents, and the rest is just flipping through the pages one by one. One day, he will finish reading this book and then write his own new chapter.
"The art of praying to the sky is not to pray to this sky, but to that sky in the dark, which we don't know whether it exists or not. It is our home. The starry sky there is the starry sky we are familiar with. Only there will we be blessed and equal. We will not be monsters, but ordinary people, and part of the multitude of living beings."
"I wish to use my remaining life and will to bless you. From now on, you will be free from the entanglement of karma, and you will be reborn after every death. You will be blessed by the unknown heaven and earth and the souls of the dead."
"You will no longer be a zombie wandering alone in this world. Instead, you will represent us, all of us who have lost hope wandering outside the six realms. You will be our zombie king, our supreme king!"
After he finished speaking, the flames on Feng Qingyang's body grew darker, and at the same time, the void split open. It seemed that an invisible aura traveled through the endless star fields and the way of heaven to reach this place.
It is invisible and shapeless, colorless and tasteless, but it seems to exist. In an instant, Feng Qingyang left a line of thick blood and tears. He looked at the sky, this world bead sky, and his heart was filled with emotion.
"It turns out that I am not alone, I also have companions, although they are no longer here!" He raised his hand and slowly stretched it towards the void, where he could feel his particularly familiar breath, and there was his home!
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Outside the infinite star field, on a large cultivation star, a man was perched on it, holding up the sky with both hands. After feeling the endless river, his eyes suddenly widened and his mouth turned into an O shape, as if he was extremely surprised.
"The art of praying for blessings, it is actually the art of praying for blessings." He muttered to himself, his eyes followed the endless river, cut through countless star fields, and came to the world of boundary beads in the world of cultivation. After seeing everything clearly, he suddenly nodded.
"You have hidden it so well. What a great trick you have used to deceive the heavens. After years of fighting against the will of Heaven, have you finally made the final decision? Do you know that after you prayed to Heaven, Heaven has completely known the whereabouts of your successor and has also locked onto the starry sky that you have blocked. He will have no place to hide and will be trapped from now on..."
After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes and stopped thinking about it.
In the Jiezhu world, Feng Qingyang stood there for a long time, feeling the blessing brought by the endless river. He believed that beyond the distant starry sky, in this world beyond the heaven, there must be his zombie race.
"The art of praying to the heavens, praying to the heavens for you!"