He opened his big hand, grabbed the nothingness in the storm, and pulled it downwards with the help of the yellow sand that was about to solidify. With the huge recoil force, he shot upwards with a whoosh.
Whoosh!
The closer he got to the small light source, the stronger the power of the storm became, just like a knife chopping at his body. Feng Qingyang's robe had long been torn to pieces by the tornado, and his bare body rose and fell in the tornado.
"Zizzi!" The powerful cutting force of the storm actually blew Feng Qingyang's zombie face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, out of shape.
“I must get it!”
Feng Qingyang endured the intense pain, and even the keratin on his chest was cut away, revealing pieces of bright red flesh inside. One could vaguely see piles of white bones. The hand he stretched out was also cut into pieces by the light source, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. From a distance, it did not look like a human shape.
Until now, he was completely supported by his unyielding spirit. Otherwise, he would have died many times. Although his body was in pain, his blood and soul were sublimated. Unyielding! Deeply unyielding! No matter how violent the storm or how thunder and lightning strike, I will not yield. I will defy the heaven and fight against the heaven!
"drink!"
He roared, and a strong force burst out of his body again. He grabbed the small light source and held it tightly.
"Shh! Shhh!"
His hard nails and palms were cut by the light until the bones were visible, but even so he did not let go.
"Bang!"
At this moment, the light source suddenly burst with a bang, and the rotating tornado stopped abruptly. The tornado that was originally rotating at high speed stopped in an instant, and Feng Qingyang was thrown out like a kite with a broken string.
puff!
He buried his head in the sand with his two thighs standing straight up, which looked very strange.
After a long while, he suddenly jumped up, pointed at the sky and yelled, "Fuck you, stop playing dirty..."
"Hiss!" He took a breath of cold air as soon as he finished speaking, feeling confused and drowsy. The unyielding spirit he had before had faded, and what followed was severe pain and weakness all over his body. He fell to the ground with a bang, and no matter how he jumped, he couldn't get up. Helplessly, he could only look blankly at the mocking dusk above his head.
"Am I going to die here?" He turned his head to look at his body, and all he saw was a blur of flesh and blood. He moved his fingers, and the pain was unbearable. He felt as if his whole body was crushed by ten thousand mountains. He was lucky to be alive.
Looking at the stopped tornado, it actually began to shrink and collapse, with a destructive force coming towards us.
Feng Qingyang was just hit by the aftermath of this force, and he trembled all over and rolled a long distance before he finally stopped.
After the tornado collapsed and compressed, it gradually began to twist and condense. The speed of twisting was so fast that only one person was left in just a few breaths.
The remaining tornado no longer had that violent power, but continued to accelerate and solidify, and eventually a human-like outline vaguely appeared, hidden in the yellow sand.
When he saw the human figure clearly, Feng Qingyang was shocked. He hurriedly dragged his seriously injured body and slowly moved towards the edge. But now he was deep in the formation, and he himself was seriously injured. He moved like an ant, and even an ant was faster than him. He suddenly felt despair, and a feeling of powerlessness spread throughout his body.
"God wants to destroy me!"
He closed his eyes and sighed, then gave up the idea of escaping and just lay quietly on the ground waiting to die.
One breath! Two breaths! Three breaths!
Feng Qingyang felt his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, and he began to have hallucinations. He was afraid that his soul would soon return to the earth.
"Am I going to die?" His bright eyes had lost their luster, and he only felt that he was in a cold darkness. He slowly groped forward.
Suddenly, the darkness began to tremble violently, there was a rumbling sound, and then a bright light suddenly appeared. He covered his eyes with his hands, and through the gaps between his fingers he vaguely saw a blurry figure in front of him. He didn't know how tall he was, but he used his hands to hold up the darkness above his head.
Feng Qingyang put down his hand and looked up. It was only then that he discovered that the giant's legs and hands were tied with huge iron chains. The chains came from nowhere, piercing through layers of void and tightly entangling the giant.
Boom!
There were still bursts of rumbling coming from the darkness above. The figure holding up the darkness suddenly raised his head slightly, and his pair of bright eyes met Feng Qingyang's gaze.
boom!
Feng Qingyang was shocked, his eyes full of disbelief, that figure, that figure actually looked exactly like him. He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something.
But at this moment, the space trembled violently again, and then there was another bang, the light disappeared, and darkness fell between heaven and earth again.
But at this moment, Feng Qingyang only felt that his blood vessels suddenly began to beat violently, and the blood essence of Ying Gou that had been dormant in his heart began to rotate rapidly. Waves of pure Yin energy were quickly released, and the huge Yin energy swept through his whole body, and was quickly transformed by the "Taiyin Sutra" to heal his broken body.
"call out!"
Before he could react, he was dragged out of this strange space by a huge suction force, followed by itchiness and severe pain all over his body.
"Who is he?" Feng Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes and found himself still lying on the ground. He looked inside his body and breathed a sigh of relief. The wounds on his body looked horrible, but in fact they did not cause any fatal damage.
Thanks to the massive amount of Yin energy brought by Ying Gou's essence and blood, his body was recovering rapidly at this moment. The wounds and pieces of flesh all over his body began to wriggle and slowly closed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After who knows how many hours, Feng Qingyang finally recovered. However, his zombie face had become even paler, and the keratin on his body was not as hard as before. It was feared that he would need to temper himself for an unknown amount of time to recover.
After releasing the Yin Qi, Ying Gou's essence and blood seemed to shrink a little, and swirled dimly around his heart.
"The zombie ancestor is spiritual."
Feng Qingyang smiled self-deprecatingly. It was this drop of Ying Gou's blood that brought him to this bloody world. It was also this drop of blood that saved him from danger several times. It could be said that it was the cause of both his success and his failure!
He turned over and jumped up with mixed feelings. He clearly remembered that the tornado had condensed into a figure, so he turned around and took a look. He immediately jumped back a long distance with a thud before he barely stopped.
The figure was tall, with a broad back and strong arms, a pair of sharp fangs flashing coldly on his resolute face, and he was wearing a layer of black armor. He exuded an invincible aura. This figure was none other than the statue in the first layer of the blood pool—Zombie King Liu Wuji!