Li Yu's eyes were as fast as lightning, staring straight at the waterfall below.
Then he flew into the air, flying diagonally towards the bottom of the waterfall. Seeing this, Yu Hu and others no longer hesitated, followed him and followed closely behind him.
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There were gusts of strong wind coming from his ears, which made Feng Qingyang's scalp numb. At this time, his whole body was covered with wounds, and there were numerous fine and dense wounds all over his body.
Bleeding profusely, he was once again in a seriously injured state. The moment he fell into the waterfall, apart from the murderous intent in his heart, the only thing left was helplessness, and he secretly wondered how unlucky he was.
His blood was boiling, trying to repair himself, but the power of the Nascent Soul was corroding his body and no matter how he tried to dispel it, it was useless. Moreover, he now realized that the devouring effect that had always worked seemed to be useless at this moment, and even the "Taiyin Sutra" could not refine it.
"Such a strong Nascent Soul power, is this the power of the Nascent Soul?" Feng Qingyang murmured to himself. This was the last thought in his mind. Then he closed his eyes and immediately fell into the waterfall.
And this trip lasted for a month.
"Brother, I'm afraid that kid has died in the waterfall. How about we go in and investigate?" Yu Hu looked at Li Yu who was sitting next to the lake and said cautiously.
A month had passed. They waited again, a full month. During this period, they sent the daughter of the leader of the Siji Sect back. Then they found an excuse and the three of them slipped out, waiting here just for Feng Qingyang.
Hearing this, Li Yu opened his eyes and glared at Yu Long fiercely, saying, "Impossible. Although I didn't kill him with that blow, it left an indelible aura on him. Although his aura is very weak now, he is definitely not dead. I don't believe that he won't come out. I will wait for a month, even two months, or a year."
Whenever he thought of his terrifying cultivation speed, his heart became extremely excited. If he could obtain his treasure, he would be able to break through the realm of Tao in no time.
In the spiritual world, there is a watershed between the Nascent Soul realm and the Tao realm. Only by entering the Tao can one be considered a cultivator, rather than a cultivator. Not only can one break through the ten thousand year lifespan limit, but one can also experience the profound Tao.
If you don’t enter the Tao, you will never know what the Tao is.
Seeing that Li Yu was unwilling to leave, the two had no choice but to sit down and meditate to accompany him. Originally, they could have left. However, they were also greedy in their hearts and wanted to get Feng Qingyang's treasure.
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There was a huge rock under the waterfall, and Feng Qingyang was lying on the rock with his eyes closed, seemingly unconscious.
Next to him, there was a golden monkey squatting. The monkey was seven feet tall, with a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth, and looked particularly strange.
A month ago, when Feng Qingyang fell from a high altitude, it happened to hit it while it was resting on a rock, and originally wanted to kill Feng Qingyang.
But for some reason, he didn't take action in the end. Instead, he looked at Feng Qingyang in wonder. There was a hint of doubt in the monkey's eyes, but also a hint of worry.
"Holy Son, come back quickly. You haven't completed today's training." An old monkey suddenly walked out from behind the big rock, which is on the other side of the waterfall.
His body was silvery white and he looked a little weak, but within his hunched body, one could detect a strong power. That kind of aura was not something that a Nascent Soul cultivator could possess.
If Feng Qingyang were awake now, he would definitely find out that this monkey is also a powerful being who has entered the realm of Tao and is the demon leader among the demon clan!
After the old monkey came out, his eyes stayed on Feng Qingyang, with the same light flashing in them.
"This person is definitely not a human. He is cold and looks dead, but he has the fluctuations of the soul. He fell from such a high place and passed through the cutting array I cast, but his body did not collapse at all. He looks a bit like a zombie of the ant generation."
"But, haven't the zombie clan always been in the Ghost King Sect? How come they came to my Putuo Mountain?" His eyes were full of questioning.
Of course he knew about the changes that had taken place in Mount Putuo a month ago, especially the sound of the heartbeats that shook the sky. Even now he still felt a lingering fear when he thought about it.
Moreover, he also vaguely felt some extremely powerful spiritual consciousness sweeping the entire Putuo Mountain. The power of that spiritual consciousness was so strong that even he could not match it.
It was from that moment that he cast a barrier here, covering the entire waterfall. Otherwise, if Feng Qingyang fell, Li Yu and others would definitely follow him.
"Who is this person?" The doubt in his eyes became stronger. He originally wanted to kill him in the beginning, but just when he had the murderous thought.
A majestic will descended from the sky and enveloped him, as if warning him that if he dared to take action, he would surely die here.
From then on, he never dared to have the thought of killing again, and what was strange was that this golden monkey, whom he called the Holy Son, seemed to have recognized him as his friend since he saw him.
For the past month, apart from practicing martial arts, he did not go to look for other monsters to play with. He just squatted on the stone all day, watching the sleeping Feng Qingyang.
"Son, this man is not to be provoked. We should not have any contact with him. In another year, you will be able to enter the realm of Tao. Then you will have to go out and gain experience. Go and practice now."
"Wait a minute, Master, who do you think he is? He is clearly a human body, but I always feel a strong physical aura from him. He looks no weaker than me. You know, I am from the supreme fighting clan."
The golden monkey scratched his head, stared at Feng Qingyang, and asked the silver-white old monkey in confusion.
"This... I don't know either." The old monkey spoke, but countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. The words of the golden monkey obviously stirred up waves in his heart.
"I am from the Fighting Clan, and my physical body is considered supreme among the demon clans. But the Holy Son actually praised his physical body so much. Isn't he from the zombie clan? Judging from his characteristics, he is clearly from the zombie clan?"
"Although the zombie clan is physically strong, no matter how strong they are, they are no match for our fighting clan. If our ancestors had not failed to survive, our fighting clan would not have withered away to the point where only the two of us are left."
Thinking of this, he remembered that after the ancestor of the Fighting Clan died, he was hunted down by the demon clan and the powerful men of the human empire. He finally escaped to this place. If he was discovered, there would probably be another fight. Therefore, he kept urging the golden monkey to practice.
"Master... look, his hand is moving!" Suddenly, the golden monkey exclaimed, looking at Feng Qingyang's hand, he was extremely excited.
Seeing this, the old monkey looked at Feng Qingyang very vigilantly. Judging from the aura on his body, he was only at the peak of the Golden Core Realm, but he would never admit it.
"Who is he? Is he really a zombie?"