Flying dragon in the sky.
Its silver-white body seemed to be pulling a huge ancient bronze coffin, with a corner of the coffin lid open, and chaotic energy was floating in it.
The overwhelming pressure spread across the world in an instant, shocking the people below. Even Gui Ming was deeply shocked by this scene.
A silver dragon and a black bronze ancient coffin, but that huge coffin was obviously not a physical entity, but was instead created by a powerful magical power. This was his vision.
The arrow was shot out, strange visions occurred, destroying the heaven and earth, with boundless tyranny. An arrow was shot out from the Yueshang bow, and instantly turned into a silver dragon pulling a coffin, which was both destruction and a seal.
It was just a simple arrow, but it carried out Feng Qingyang's will. His intention to suppress and kill all burst out in this arrow.
Who can stop such a powerful force? The roar covered the sky. There was no noise from the crowd, only endless murderous intent, which filled the sky. At the dawn, it evoked an inexplicable glow.
The silver dragon pierced through the golden elixir master, cut through the void and disappeared, leaving behind an ancient green coffin suspended in the void. Putting away the Yueshang Bow, Feng Qingyang raised his hand and immediately lifted it on his shoulder.
Full of domineering power, the ancient coffin was suspended with numerous phantoms on it, as if it came from the Nine Netherworld, cold, ancient, evil and mysterious.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang was instantly shrouded in countless mysterious colors. He had handsome eyebrows and eyes, but was also extremely ferocious. He killed countless people, but he never killed innocent people.
Although he is a zombie, he hates evil and never surrenders easily even though he is the enemy of the world. This is him. At this moment, he is deeply imprinted in everyone's heart, and even in the heart of the entire cultivation world.
He held the ancient coffin on his shoulder with one hand and grabbed the air with the other hand, and immediately took the scattered golden elixir back into the ring. This was his trophy, and no one dared to take it except him.
When the powerful Jindan was about to die, the other powerful Jindan was already frightened silly and didn't even know how to hide. It was not until Feng Qingyang raised the ancient coffin that he suddenly came to his senses.
However, it was too late. With a deafening roar, another Jindan master fell. Not long after the battle, three people died.
This was such a shocking event. Feng Qingyang's eyes were as fast as lightning as he swept towards the other people who were still in the melee. He roared, threw away the ancient coffin, and immediately rushed up.
He clasped his hands together, and at the moment the ancient coffin took shape, a mysterious magical power appeared in his mind. There was no mantra, no spell, just a magical power.
Little did he know that this magical power was born from the bloodline of the Corpse King. Up to now, he has only utilized one-tenth or one-twelfth of the functions and effects of the Corpse King's bloodline.
When he breaks through the realm again, he will surely acquire more skills. These are all the classic skills of zombies, which were comprehended by countless proud sons of the zombie clan and integrated into their blood.
The ancient bronze coffin was born from thoughts. It is as strong as your will. Even if one day you think you can swallow the world, the ancient coffin can help you swallow it.
Feng Qingyang danced with his fingertips, and the yin energy between heaven and earth and all the negative auras gathered together. The ancient coffin suddenly expanded in the void, becoming bigger and bigger.
For a moment, it blocked out the sky and the sun. Only now could everyone clearly see the patterns on the ancient coffin. They were pictures of fighting.
If you look closely, you will find that there are zombies in every picture on the ancient coffin. However, the zombies are not dominating the world, but suffering endless fighting. There are scenes of zombies attacking in groups, and there are also scenes of zombies being enslaved, which looks creepy. There are even scenes of zombies being burned by fire.
"What is that? What on earth is that? Why does it look so scary?" the crowd exclaimed. At the same time, the moment the ancient coffin grew larger, several great Jindan masters who were originally fighting together left the battlefield one after another.
But Feng Qingyang had a solemn expression, with a terrifying red light in his eyes. As his tail swept, the void fell layer by layer, and he entered a strange world.
He was extremely familiar with this world. He had been here no less than three times, but this time was different from the previous ones.
He was unconscious before due to serious injuries, but now, he found himself by pinching his hands and used this mysterious magical power to enter on his own initiative.
In the dark world, he saw a giant who stood tall and upright, but his body was pierced by nine iron chains. Feng Qingyang was shocked.
If he had only been a zombie before, he might not have understood the true meaning of zombies, but after he broke through the black zombie and achieved a small success, things had changed.
It's not just the body, but more of the soul. Just like now, when he saw this giant again, his soul was shaken like never before.
"Who are you? Who are you?" Feng Qingyang suddenly shouted, changing the previous silent atmosphere. He flew up, but found that he could not see his face no matter what.
The wind was howling wildly, and with a loud bang, the giant's hands began to move. Every time he made a hand gesture, there was a kind of charm. And the wind below, Qingyang, for some reason, became quiet at this moment.
He subconsciously followed the hand seals with his hands, and at the moment of dancing, his aura changed again. It was no longer as cold as before, but it had a strong sense of destruction.
"Destroy, destroy everything!" Such a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
But in the outside world, Feng Qingyang's body suddenly changed. He was still in the air one moment, but disappeared the next, appearing hazy and looming.
The ancient bronze coffin in the void grew rapidly. It was originally only a few feet in size, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a small hill.
The coffin lid opened, and the chaotic energy became even thicker, but then a calming scene appeared. The coffin lid slowly closed, the chaotic energy disappeared, but a huge pressure approached in an instant.
That kind of breath was full of destruction, without any breath of life, only destruction, and only destruction. At the same time, Feng Qingyang, who was originally flying in the sky, suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, the ancient bronze coffin suddenly shrank.
At this moment, a strong pressure swept across the heaven and earth, and the sky and the earth became dark, as if something big was about to happen.
"Oh no, there's something wrong with that coffin. I'm afraid something big will happen next." Gui Ming's eyes flickered as he looked at the ancient coffin that was shrinking rapidly in the sky. A rare trace of fear appeared in his heart.
"Indeed, there are changes." As he thought about it, Gui Ming's hair stood up. He swept his eyes around and suddenly locked onto the three brothers of the Li family in the distance.
"Those three guys are interesting. Take them away first." He grabbed the three brothers of the Li family at the same time, and suddenly disappeared in front of everyone along with Gui Wangzong and others.
He came quickly and disappeared even faster. Just when everyone was feeling depressed, a roar suddenly came from the heaven and earth.
"Run! Something has changed here!"