After a short breath and when his body was half recovered, he jumped onto the head of the Earth Demon Bear. This Demon Bear was extremely psychic, and it could clearly understand Feng Qingyang's thoughts as long as he expressed them.
“To the top of the mountain!”
“Roar~”
The Earth Demon Bear roared and then thumped its way to the top of the mountain. With its help, they were able to avoid being attacked by other monsters.
In just half an hour, they had reached the middle of the mountain, but at this moment, the Earth Demon Bear under their feet suddenly stopped. Feng Qingyang was stunned, and jumped down to see that the Earth Demon Bear's eyes were full of fear, and its huge body was trembling slightly, as if there was something on the top of the mountain that made it extremely afraid.
"No, if we don't go up, we won't be able to find the clues to get out. Besides, wealth and honor come from risk, and the light on the top of the mountain might be some treasure."
Thinking of this, he turned around and said to the Earth Demon Bear: "You have brought me here, but our fate has ended. We shall say goodbye now!"
The demon bear shook its huge head, growled softly, and moved forward as if to act coquettishly, but unfortunately its body was too huge, and when it bent down it looked like a small mountain.
"Go~" After saying that, he jumped towards the top of the mountain alone.
…
It is said that the Zombie King's Cave has seven floors, each floor is guarded by a different magic weapon, and the last floor even has a lost art of formation.
The art of formations can seize the fortune of heaven and earth, conceal the truth from the world, and set up a large killing formation to kill the enemy. Once the enemy is trapped, there is absolutely no chance of survival.
The Earth Demon Bear sent Feng Qingyang to the halfway point of the mountain. He could see the top of the mountain when he looked up, but unfortunately he could not climb to the top even though the distance was so close.
Soon, a thick fog suddenly rose from the mountainside, and a cold breath instantly filled the sky and the earth. Feng Qingyang was shocked. This thick fog came suddenly, and he was afraid that it contained countless dangers.
Shrouded in fog, the height was less than five meters, and everything he could see was white. Feng Qingyang jumped cautiously up the mountain, pausing for a long time after each jump. It was not that his speed slowed down, but that every time he jumped he would fall into the thick fog above his head.
The thick fog seemed to have a corrosive force, and some holes had appeared on his green robe!
"It's not advisable to stay here for long. We don't know what's on the top of the mountain. Now that we're here, we can't give up!"
In fact, this was also Feng Qingyang's bad luck. If he could fly, it would be easy. This place is not restricted by flying, and he could reach the top of the mountain in an instant by flying his sword. Only he, the poor little zombie, was still jumping forward in the mountains.
"Woo woo~"
Suddenly, a humming sound came from the thick fog. The sound was mournful and desolate, making people feel creepy. Feng Qingyang jumped high on the spot like a cat with its fur standing on end. The sound sounded very familiar.
"Mom and Dad?"
Feng Qingyang said this in a daze. He jumped in the direction of the sound involuntarily. He didn't know when the fog started to surge and roll over, covering the sky and drowning Feng Qingyang who was in it.
His eyes blurred and Feng Qingyang found himself in a city with tall buildings. He saw his parents crying sadly. He didn't know why, so he looked up and his pupils suddenly dilated and he stepped back a long distance.
There was a black and white photo hanging in his house, and the person in the photo was exactly him—Feng Qingyang.
His parents were crying heartbrokenly. A young and beautiful woman was standing next to them. Her eyes were also red and her body was slightly shaking. She was wiping her tears while comforting Feng Qingyang's parents.
"Xiao Rou..."
Feng Qingyang murmured, and unknowingly clenched his fists. His sharp nails pierced deeply into his palms, and his heart was bleeding!
Xiao Rou was his girlfriend, but she had broken up with him long before he came into this world. It was that breakup that made him fall into archaeology like a madman, and it was also because of that breakup that he got that bronze eyeball.
It seemed as if all this was controlled by an invisible hand. He fiddled with the chessboard at will, and with a casual move, there were earth-shaking changes on the chessboard.
"Mom and Dad!"
Feng Qingyang roared and rushed over, but saw the scene quickly changing, and he found himself in a hospital surrounded by people.
Everyone had an expression of anxiety and joy on their face.
"Get out of the way... Get out of the way..."
At this time, a handsome young man suddenly walked out of the crowd. There was a spirit between his brows. He pushed through the crowd and strode into the ward. There lay a pale but extremely happy young woman. There was a small baby beside her. She was teasing the baby and laughing sweetly from time to time like a silver bell.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang trembled all over again. The woman was Xiaorou, and the man was himself.
The two of them and their parents were standing in the ward. They suddenly looked up at the sky, but their gazes were directed at Feng Qingyang.
"You should go!"
They said this at the same time, and at this moment Feng Qingyang was completely confused.
"Should I go? Why should I go?"
He suddenly laughed out loud, and the thick fog rolled in again, instantly submerging the scene in his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was already deeply immersed in the thick fog halfway up the mountain. He didn't know when his body was covered with densely packed small insects. They were like ants, biting his flesh one by one, and at the same time, a layer of red powder mist kept spitting out of their mouths.
It was this powder mist that paralyzed Feng Qingyang's nerves and made him fall into a deep hallucination.
"Damn it, I almost got ambushed..."
Feng Qingyang's body shook when he woke up, and the Corpse King's bloodline and the 'Sun Sutra' were activated at the same time. Suddenly, a suction force came from his body, and the ants covering his body became dry. An extremely cold air rushed into Feng Qingyang's body and was quickly transformed into magic power by the 'Taiyin Sutra'.
"Humph! I got such a good deal for nothing that I actually encountered the Ice Man-Eating Ants..."
These ants are the "ice man-eating ants" introduced in the "Tai Yin Zhen Jing". The ice man-eating ants themselves are not poisonous, and they only exist in places with extremely heavy cold or concentrated yin energy.
When they eat, they release a powdery mist that confuses the mind, and they themselves are also a concentrated body of cold and yin energy. Although they are too small, the cold and yin energy contained in their bodies is extremely rich. Many alchemists in the world of cultivation will capture ice-eating ants to use in making pills.
But at this moment, they all got the advantage from Feng Qingyang. Fortunately, Feng Qingyang woke up at the critical moment. If it was a little later, they would have been eaten to pieces.
"call!"
Feng Qingyang took a deep breath. The Corpse King's bloodline was indeed extraordinary. Although its specific function was still unknown, the devouring power was always effective. As long as it was cold and yin energy, it could be absorbed. Coupled with the rapid transformation of the 'Taiyin Sutra', the two were perfectly matched, allowing Feng Qingyang to far surpass his peers on the path of cultivation. Oh no... it should be the zombies of the same generation!
“Swish, swish, swish!”
When the ice-eating ants were sucked clean, they turned into empty shells and fell to the ground. Although this place was cold and gloomy, the air was dead and there was not a trace of yin energy. Feng Qingyang was worried that his magic power would not be replenished, but now he had received a huge fortune, which was simply a timely relief for his current condition.
The thick fog gradually dissipated, and an extremely loud voice resounded between heaven and earth.
“Life is like a dream, passing by in a flash… That’s all…”