Feng Qingyang said softly.
He drank one cup after another without using any magic power. Soon, the strong alcohol anesthetized his whole body. He felt dizzy and then fell down with a bang.
The same was true for everyone. After the cheers, what was left was the desolation of parting. But at this moment, Feng Qingyang, who was originally lying on the ground, suddenly turned over and stood up.
He looked deeply at the people on the ground, a touch of warmth flashed across his face, and he said that when you meet a bosom friend, a thousand cups of wine are not enough. Although they are not bosom friends, they are good friends of life and death.
Feng Qingyang looked around silently with a nostalgic look in his eyes. Although the time they had spent together was short, it was deeply engraved in his mind. He took a deep breath, turned his wrist, and immediately took out five storage rings, which he had snatched from those Jindan masters.
As they were all powerful Jindan masters from the ten major sects, their qualities were almost the same as those of the others. He placed it gently on the ground, then leaped up and disappeared into the sky.
Shortly after he left, everyone who was lying on the ground woke up. They looked at each other and saw helplessness and bitterness in each other's eyes.
"Master, will our junior brother be okay?" Gui Feng asked first. He looked at the five storage rings on the ground whose thoughts had been wiped out, and his hands trembled.
"What will happen? Although your junior brother is a zombie, he has a benevolent heart that no human has. Jin Lin is not a creature in a pond. Only by going to the spirit world can he have a broader sky."
It was rare that today the dead tree did not show disrespect for the elderly, but spoke in a very serious tone. Obviously, he also saw the storage ring on the ground.
Needless to say, just from the faint scent that leaked out, one could guess that the treasures contained in it must be quite a lot.
"All of you should practice hard and don't let your junior brother fall too far behind you. Otherwise, I'm afraid you will only be able to look up to him in the future."
Withered Tree smiled, but his tone was filled with endless helplessness and powerlessness. Some people are destined to be evildoers, destined to be geniuses. Even if they are repeatedly hit, they will still grow up in the dark. Feng Qingyang is obviously such a person.
In the Death Mountains, Feng Qingyang appeared around the former Zombie King's cave. He still clearly remembered that there was a mysterious cold pool below, and his mission began at that moment.
"Fate comes and goes. I never thought that I, Feng Qingyang, would have such a touching moment." His mind flashed as he stood proudly above the sky.
The invisible wind blew his long hair, making a rustling sound. His eyes flickered and finally fixed on a place that he remembered very clearly.
After thinking about it, he moved his body suddenly, and whizzed through layers of dense forests, appearing beside a valley in the Death Mountains.
There is a stream flowing here, and next to the stream, there is a huge green stone.
On the stone, there was a majestic demon wolf carved in a flamboyant manner, howling to the sky as if devouring the moonlight.
Next to the demon wolf, there were a few lines of small words. Feng Qingyang walked forward and gently stroked them. It seemed that his breath was still lingering on them.
Suddenly a picture appeared in his mind. It was the scene that happened when he was escaping with the demon wolf and arrived here. For some reason, Yanjiao felt a little moist, and he missed the past, but it was like a gust of wind, leaving no trace. If it weren't for the carvings on the stone, he would never find the story of him and the demon wolf again.
"Xiaoyue, are you okay now?"
He muttered to himself, withdrew his hand, and finally turned it into a sigh. He flew onto the big wild beast in the sky, spun in a circle, and headed to the Dark Night Ghost Market.
It was late at night, with the moon high in the sky. Just when Feng Qingyang arrived at the Dark Night Ghost Market, two people suddenly appeared beside him, someone he had not expected but who was also expected.
Lu Xun, the Dragon Prince.
The two of them stood silently by the lake. This was the place where Feng Qingyang first entered the state of unity between man and nature and comprehended the void drawing talismans. It was also the place where he opened his heart and let Zhu Xuezhu enter his heart.
"Red Devil, are you going to go to war with the people of Maoshan in three days?" Prince Long was silent, and Lu Xun asked first.
He and Feng Qingyang are now like friends but not friends, like enemies but not enemies. Their relationship is extremely delicate. As for Prince Long, it is different. After all, he was killed by Feng Qingyang once. If it weren't for the secret method and magical powers, he would have died long ago.
After all, Feng Qingyang was still a little surprised at the arrival of the two of them. Now, he had already reached the state of black zombie. If he wanted to kill them, it would be as easy as pinching ants, as easy as taking something from a bag.
"That's right, what do you want?" Feng Qingyang frowned.
"Hahaha... Nothing much, I just wanted to come and see the top young genius in the cultivation world, and by the way, observe your supreme demeanor."
At this moment, Lu Xun suddenly laughed and made a rare joke, but there was no trace of anger in his eyes, instead there was a strong desire to fight.
"Are you going to leave the world of cultivation after this?" Prince Long asked after Lu Xun finished asking. He looked at Feng Qingyang with a complicated expression. He originally wanted to kill him, but many things had changed now. Especially after he heard about Feng Qingyang's deeds, his murderous intent had long since subsided.
"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten whether I could break the void and open the door to the spiritual world in the Endless Sea?" Feng Qingyang asked in a deep voice.
“Break the void? You want to go there by yourself?” Upon hearing this, Prince Long and Lu Xun were both shocked, and their hearts were suddenly turned upside down.
As everyone knows, over countless years, there have been only a handful of people who have gone to the spiritual world, and these are the ones who have been guided into it.
Thousands of years ago, Guiming, who was the guide, was accidentally sealed, resulting in a small number of Nascent Soul masters being stranded in the world of cultivation. But it is said that this time Guiming has opened the void and started guiding people again.
But Feng Qingyang wanted to open the void by himself, which was simply a fantasy and a joke.
"Is there any difficulty?" Seeing the expressions of Prince Long and Lu Xun, his heart skipped a beat and he wondered inwardly, could there be some other hidden story
"It is not difficult to break the void. Anyone who reaches the middle and late stages of the Golden Core will have the ability to break the void. But if you want to enter the turbulence of the void and travel to the spiritual world, it is extremely difficult." Prince Long nodded and said meaningfully.
"The spirit world and the cultivation world are two different worlds. When you travel through them, you will pass through a world membrane, and that membrane is the real difficult place. Since ancient times, there have been only a handful of people who can forcibly open the world membrane. All of these people later became top-level masters, but the rest died in it."
Lu Xun said, and after a pause, he continued: "It can be seen that the secret has not been known until now. What is the world membrane? These are all mysteries, but the danger is no less than 'Heavenly Number Eight'."
"Hahahaha... The more this is the case, the more I, Feng Qingyang, will do this!"