He pressed his hands forward, and layers of roars were heard.
The sea water rolled back, and a vast air came, making the people standing there feel a deep sorrow that penetrated deep into their souls. Along with a faint roar, a ray of light slowly appeared in the void.
It was a door, an ancient door with gold carvings and jade carvings. Waves of ancient breath spread out. Feng Qingyang was shocked all over, and looking at the door, his heart suddenly palpitated.
It was the trembling of the soul, and also like a call, which made him lose his mind for a moment, but he saw the door floating in the air, shining with golden light, sacred and great.
"Little Taoist friend, please go in quickly." The old Dragon King at the side said anxiously, his hands trembling, and his tremendous magic power stabilized the archway in the void. His face was slightly pale and he seemed to be struggling.
"Senior, you..." Feng Qingyang looked at him in shock, and suddenly woke up from his trance. He looked at them and wanted to say something, but for a moment he didn't know where to start.
"Go in, little Taoist friend. Although the Dragon Tomb is open, it is not in this space. This archway is a broken teleportation array. It has coordinates that allow you to find the world membrane of the spirit world in the void. Open it and you can successfully enter."
Feng Qingyang nodded without hesitation. He was silent for a moment, and his whole body flashed with light. Suddenly, he was wrapped in a thick layer of black light. He turned around, took a deep look at everyone, and immediately plunged in.
Boom…
The moment he entered, the old Dragon King immediately loosened his seal, and the originally magnificent archway disappeared in an instant without leaving any trace.
At the same time, after the arch disappeared, the void shook, and a world suddenly appeared. In this world, countless white bones appeared, like mountains, winding and undulating.
But what is puzzling is that the shape of each pile of bones is streamlined, and they are all facing the center in a worshiping manner.
"Daddy, is this the dragon's tomb?" Xiao Longnu asked absentmindedly. She should have been very lively, but for some reason, she always felt that something was missing.
For countless years, the Crystal Palace had been her world. She finally met a strange person who was not afraid of her and dared to make a move on her, but who would have thought that he would just leave like that.
She felt very melancholy in her heart, so when she saw the dragon tomb opened, she did not feel as happy as she had imagined, but rather a little disappointed. This scene was seen clearly by the Dragon Prince who was beside her.
His brows were furrowed, and he didn't say much, but was thinking about something.
"This is the Dragon Tomb, the sacred place of our Jiaolong clan. The reason why I opened the teleportation array first was so that he could pass through it safely. Moreover, our Dragon Tomb has always been exclusive. He is a zombie. If he enters without permission, he will be struck by lightning."
The old Dragon King looked at him and spoke. As he spoke, the shadow of Feng Qingyang appeared in his mind again. He thought to himself, what a strange person. How could he achieve such a level with a zombie body? Even countless powerful beings in the spiritual world had instructed him to open a portal for Feng Qingyang.
He shook his head, not thinking any more, and led his nine children and the little dragon girl beside him to the dragon tomb ahead.
…
At the same time, Feng Qingyang, who had entered the teleportation array, looked around blankly, somewhat at a loss, and secretly felt depressed.
After entering the archway, he was enveloped by a strange force, as if he was stuck in mud, with a sticky feeling all over his body.
The important thing is that there is no light here, only darkness, and he doesn't know where he is standing or where to go.
Groping in the darkness, he moved forward slowly. With every step he took, he heard a breathing sound in his ears, as if there was some ferocious beast beside him, drooling at him. If he showed any sign of abnormality, he would be eaten by the beasts.
"Open your third eye!" He opened his third eye. Originally, he wanted to preserve his strength, but the more he groped, the more frightened he became. In such a state of fear, he had to open his third eye. Otherwise, he would not know how he died.
When the Sky Eye opened, he looked around and took a deep breath. He was secretly glad that after he appeared, he kept groping forward and did not run around in all directions, otherwise he would have died for sure.
At this moment, he was standing on a bridge. This bridge had no guardrails and was just the size of a single log. Around the single log was an endless abyss.
The abyss was filled with hot currents, mixed with the power of the void turbulence, and strong corrosive forces were transmitted. If you say you don't know, you might not be afraid. But now that you see it clearly, you are scared and sweat.
He finally understood why so many people who wanted to enter the spiritual world had died throughout history. After looking at the turbulent currents on both sides, he suddenly understood.
The corrosive aura made him feel extremely nervous, as if he would die if he was contaminated by it. He wanted to try it, but he didn't dare to. If he got burned, it would be very painful.
He was thankful that he had a unique ability to see through the sky, otherwise he would still not be able to see his surroundings, and if he shifted his footsteps even slightly, he would surely fall down in an instant.
"Damn, I'm scared to death. No wonder so many people died. It turns out it was all caused by this single-plank bridge." Feng Qingyang murmured to himself.
My eyes moved forward again, passing through countless spaces. The single-plank bridge spanned the darkness, as if there was no end. In the distance, where the bridge sank, there were stars.
"Could this be the broken teleportation array? We used to teleport across this single-plank bridge, but now we have to walk across by ourselves?"
He muttered to himself in doubt, his eyes flashing with a gleam of light. Anyway, he had already come up and there was no turning back.
"Back?" Thinking of this word, he was suddenly shocked. He turned around and looked behind him, and broke out in a cold sweat again. If he was just surprised before, he was completely stunned now.
"There's no way back!" he said in a trembling voice, his eyes narrowed, and he tentatively moved his feet backwards, but found that he was stepping on empty air and would fall down if he exerted a little force.
In this place, you cannot fly, and you cannot move at will, otherwise, it will bring fatal danger. Moreover, with every step forward, the single-plank bridge will become shorter and appear steadily at the heels.
It is true that there is a way to come but no way to retreat, and if you retreat you will die!
"This road feels like the road of life and death in 'No. 8'. The same principle applies. If you advance, you will live. If you retreat, you will die..." As soon as I thought of that road of life and death, my eyes suddenly blurred.
He looked ahead and saw a man sitting cross-legged on the single-plank bridge at the end. He was dressed in snow-white clothes, with thick black hair casually scattered, and a powerful aura suddenly came from him.
Seeing that shadowy figure, Feng Qingyang was shocked and exclaimed, "That person!"