The old Taoist holding the corpse-controlling bell looked at Taoist Wuchen with pride, then he and Feng Qingyang were the first to be teleported away with Fenglei Yudian.
Swoosh! With a few sounds of breaking through the air, they disappeared from the spot.
"They are too arrogant. Aren't they afraid of triggering a sect war?"
"Elder, when we get back, let's unite the ten major righteous sects to attack the Ghost King Sect and wipe out the entire clan!" A disciple shouted. They had been silent before, but now their faces were red and their necks were thick, as if they wanted to grab Feng Qingyang and tear him apart immediately.
"Pa!" Wu Chen was extremely annoyed, and he slapped the disciple who was shouting the loudest. His mouth was full of blood, and in the blink of an eye, his mouth was swollen like a pig's head.
"waste!"
"Follow me!" He took the lead and walked into the teleportation array. Those disciples looked at the disciple who was beaten with gloating eyes, and were all glad that they did not be the first to stand up. This showed how sinister human nature is.
“Swish!”
When Feng Qingyang opened his eyes again, he was already in a scorching desert. The desert was extremely hot and there was not a single bit of Yin energy. Fortunately, he still had a Yin Ning Pearl in his hand, so he would not be affected for the time being.
Looking around, the desert is endless. What is surprising is that there are no sand dunes in this desert. It is flat and stretches very far away. The place where it meets the horizon seems to be connected to the dark sky.
"Hahaha, congratulations on entering the second level of the cave. The magic weapon that can open the third level is the lost first level of the "Art of Formation". If you can enter the third level or even the last level with overwhelming force, there will be surprises you can't imagine? Magical weapons? Spiritual weapons? Everything!"
The teasing voice of the Zombie King Liu Wuji echoed in the empty desert. From the sound of his voice, one could tell that he must be an old naughty boy with a forthright personality.
Maoshan and others who followed along all heard the voice of guidance and were overjoyed. They had failed in the fight for the Corpse Control Bell on the first floor and had lost countless disciples. So they had to obtain the "Art of Formation" on this floor!
"But it also depends on whether you have the corresponding ability. As the saying goes, magic weapons wait for the right people. I am afraid that you may have the life to obtain them but not the life to enjoy them!"
This time the tone changed suddenly from the previous joking. The words "I have the order to take it but I have no right to enjoy it" suddenly filled the peaceful desert with a solemn and murderous atmosphere.
Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, their minds were infected by the solemn and murderous intention, and they became a little timid.
"Qingyang, this Zombie King Liu Wuji is a man of temperament, but he is also a demon who has killed countless people. However, he is also a senior in our demonic world after all, so I don't think he will harm us!"
After the Taoist priest Ku Shu obtained Feng Qingyang's corpse-controlling bell, there was an obvious hint of intimacy in his tone. As the saying goes, if you take something from someone, you will be grateful to them. If you eat something from someone, you will be soft-hearted. There is no absolute feeling. This will only happen if you have done someone a favor.
Feng Qingyang remained silent. He did not answer the dead tree's words, but fell into deep thought.
He had lost contact with everyone when he entered the first level before, so he did not hear the voice of the Zombie King Liu Wuji's thoughts left in the cave. After hearing it this time, an inexplicable ripple was stirred in his heart. The feeling of calling by the pool in the Death Mountains became more obvious, but his heart was restless. He looked at the desert in front of him without leaving any trace, and it seemed that the voice of call came from there.
"Qingyang, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Feng Qingyang suddenly lost his mind at this time, Ku Shu asked in surprise.
"Nothing." Feng Qingyang answered casually, but his brows furrowed even deeper. He had to go and take a look!
"I won't give up until I see the Yellow River. If I don't go and see it, I'm afraid I won't be at peace for a moment." He thought so in his mind, then said hello to the Taoist priest with dead tree, wind, thunder, rain and lightning and others, and rushed in that direction.
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"Elder..."
"Shut up. They suffered such a big loss before. How can they swallow their anger if they get away with it so easily? Let's follow them." As the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. However, who is the mantis and who is the oriole is unknown.
Feng Qingyang ran for dozens of miles in one breath, relying on the vague calling in his heart to move quickly through the desert.
Feng Lei Yu Dian and the others were all a little puzzled. The desert looked flat and the horizon was visible, but why did Feng Qingyang want to run around in the desert
However, they were all generous people and trusted Feng Qingyang, so even though they had some doubts in their hearts, they still followed him closely.
"Where are the people?"
At this time, Gui Feng who was flying in the air suddenly stopped, his eyes were full of surprise. Not only him, but also Ku Shu and the others looked horrified.
Feng Qingyang couldn't fly in the air, so he could only jump on the ground. However, he suddenly disappeared while jumping, without even a sign.
"Where are the others, Master?" Feng Lei Yu Dian asked at the same time, their tone urgent, revealing a strong worry and concern.
The old Taoist priest under the withered tree remained silent for a long time, with a rare solemn look on his face. He had noticed something strange about Feng Qingyang before, but since he didn't say anything, it was not easy to ask.
"I don't know either, I'm afraid the emergence of this Zombie King's Cave Mansion has something to do with him!"
“Master!”
"Don't worry, Qingyang will be fine!" The old Taoist priest said softly as he looked at the yellow sand below.
…
When Feng Qingyang landed from the sky again, the surrounding environment suddenly changed. He was still stepping on the yellow sand, but there were strange huge mountains standing around him. These mountains appeared abruptly, and a strong killing intent came with them. Feng Qingyang's heart trembled, as if he was trapped in a sea of blood, and everywhere he passed was filled with a strong smell of blood.
"Never mind, let's go in first." When he arrived here, the summoning power in his heart had become stronger, and Feng Qingyang jumped in without thinking.
boom!
The world changed again. Feng Qingyang looked around and saw a gloomy sky with yellow sand everywhere. Huge rocks were floating in the air, sinking and sinking in the void. The smell of blood in the air was even stronger.
Feng Qingyang jumped forward.
Bang!
He felt as if his body was stuck in a quagmire. He could usually jump more than ten meters high, but at this moment he could only jump two or three meters. As he waved his hands, he felt the air was extremely sticky, making it difficult for him to move!
"Have I fallen into some kind of great formation?"
But at this moment, the floating boulder suddenly began to rotate rapidly, and a gust of wind mixed with yellow sand blew in his face. Feng Qingyang was caught off guard and was hit by a boulder and flew far away.
"This formation is a formation of flying sand and running rocks. If you break it, you will live, otherwise you will die!"
A cold and ruthless voice suddenly appeared in the formation. Feng Qingyang's heart trembled. Liu Wuji, this is the Zombie King Liu Wuji.
"A formation of flying sand and rolling rocks! A formation! Could it be that the first level of the "Art of Formation" is here?"
Feng Qingyang clenched his fists. He was determined to obtain the "Art of Formation". The Corpse Controlling Bell had already been given to the Taoist with Kurusu. Now Feng Qingyang was penniless except for the talisman paper and Yin Ning Pearl on his body. If he encountered some powerful master after going out, how could those small talismans resist him
"We must never give up on this "Art of Formation"!"