After listening to it, Feng Qingyang looked around. As expected, the formation that had originally stopped began to change again. The yellow sand that fell to the ground began to shake slowly and rotated according to the time of Tai Chi and Liang Yi. And he happened to be in the dead gate of Liang Yi.
"Death gate!"
Feng Qingyang was shocked. He used to be an archaeologist and had a certain understanding of the Tai Chi Bagua described in the Book of Changes. When he saw the direction of the formation, he determined his position, the Death Gate - a gate that meant death but no life!
Seeing this, he had a sad face. He originally thought that after meeting the Zombie King Liu Wuji, he would be able to successfully obtain the "Art of Formation", but who knew that he actually left a trick and disappeared after saying it was a small matter without any mercy. Fortunately, his injuries were cured.
"Death Gate... Death Gate... A narrow escape from death..."
"There must be a way out of this!"
Feng Qingyang looked around. This time, the formation was in full operation. The scene in front of him began to change. He was still in a desert. The desert was boundless, desolate and bleak, and there was a sense of death inside and out.
"The flying sand and rolling stone formation, combined with the power of Tai Chi, is constantly alternating. If we can't break this formation quickly, I'm afraid we'll be trapped here to death."
He stood firmly in place, waiting for the moment when the formation would launch the attack. As the saying goes, one should use stillness to control movement and respond to ever-changing situations with constancy.
Feng Qingyang's magic power had already been circulating throughout his body, and his nerves were tense. Nothing could be hidden from his eyes as long as there was the slightest disturbance.
Whoosh! The wind is blowing!
The place where he was standing began to shake violently, and the sky above his head became darker. Suddenly, there was a violent friction sound. Feng Qingyang looked up and saw meteorites falling from the sky. The fiery red meteorites were like magma, covering the sky and the earth. This scene was like the collapse of the sky!
Boom! Countless huge fireballs rushed down from the sky, just like the end of the world. How could this be called flying sand and rolling rocks? This was definitely the end of the world.
The first meteorite hit Feng Qingyang hard not far away. The powerful shock wave carried by it knocked him far away. A drop of sparks splashed on his arm, and it felt like a steel needle had pierced into it.
Feng Qingyang was shaking with pain and quickly jumped to a safe area. However, as soon as he moved his feet, the ground suddenly cracked open and wrinkles quickly rose up. Looking through the cracks in the wrinkles, he saw fire surging inside. He would be burned to death if he was not buried alive.
"The sky is collapsing and the earth is splitting apart... sand and rocks are flying everywhere!" Feng Qingyang thought to himself that it was bad as soon as he thought of the words flying sand and rocks.
Sure enough, the formation slowly changed, the cracks on the ground opened, and Feng Qingyang was lying on a huge rock, swaying from side to side. The rock was also moving quickly, as if it wanted to throw Feng Qingyang into the crack.
At this moment, he felt extremely powerless, as if there was no way to heaven or door to earth. Even if he was extremely powerful now, he could not escape from this formation.
Not to mention the collapse of the sky, just the sinking of the ground and the falling rocks were beyond his ability to handle.
"Could this Liu Wuji be trying to harm me?" Feng Qingyang didn't realize the crisis until this moment. This was not a simple formation at all; it was simply an unparalleled killing formation.
The huge rock beneath him began to crack, and Feng Qingyang was caught off guard and fell from it. He was about to fall into the fire, but at the critical moment he fiercely inserted his fingernail into a rock fragment, used the force to rush upwards, and landed steadily on another rock.
The Gate of Death, the gate where one is almost certain to die, how could it be so simple
Fire from the ground is spewing, fire from the sky is surging, there is no seam in the sky and no door into the earth.
Feng Qingyang was determined to die knowingly.
No matter how big this formation is, there will always be a limit, he thought. So he concentrated his magic power and body surface to resist the strong burning energy brought by the ground fire.
He jumped on the rocks above the cracks, and each time he narrowly escaped death. During one jump, he was even nearly hit by a meteorite falling from the sky. If he had not reacted immediately, he would have been smashed into a zombie cake.
But even so, the powerful heat brought by the meteorite still consumed half of his magic power. This was simply adding insult to injury.
Feng Qingyang jumped for hundreds of miles in one breath, but the surrounding scenery remained unchanged. It was as if he was in a cage, and no matter where he went, it was a scene of doomsday.
Feng Qingyang was lying in a crevice of a rock. Although he was not tired, he was still breathing heavily. Wisps of black smoke were seen coming out of his nostrils, which looked very strange.
"Can't I even break this small flying sand and rock formation?" Feng Qingyang was a little discouraged. He would rather have a fierce fight with some powerful being than die so miserably in such a small formation.
However, it was precisely because of this that he deeply realized the power of the formation. It could kill people invisibly and leave you nowhere to hide. Once you enter the formation, you will be doomed. Even until the moment of your death, you will not know who set up the formation.
However, the more this was the case, the more Feng Qingyang was determined to obtain it. If he had the formation, and added the inherited combat skills of the Zombie King Liu Wuji, then he would have the foundation and guarantee to travel the world of cultivation in the future.
Thinking of this, the discouragement in his heart suddenly disappeared. He turned his head to look to the side, and suddenly his eyes stopped on his arm. His pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had discovered something surprising.
"I remember that this place was clearly injured by sparks from a meteorite?" Following his gaze, I saw that his arm and clothes were intact, with no signs of burns at all.
"Could it be?" Feng Qingyang had an idea in his mind. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the rock above his head. A strange scene appeared. His hand actually penetrated the rock.
Seeing this, he immediately turned over and stood up. As expected, the crack between the rocks was non-existent and could not stop him at all.
"Are these all illusions?" Feng Qingyang muttered to himself in disbelief. He walked to a crack in the ground and looked at the spewing fire and the powerful burning force below. It felt so real that it didn't seem like an illusion at all.
At this moment, the rock he was standing on began to shake and suddenly cracked. Feng Qingyang was caught off guard and fell straight into the fire in the crack.
Sizzle!
A crackling and burnt smell came, and Feng Qingyang closed his eyes and dared not open them, because he wanted to prove that this was just an illusion. However, the severe pain in his body was so real that he felt as if he was in a furnace, and his magic power was about to be consumed in an instant.
After standing in the fire for a long time, he finally opened his eyes.
There was fire everywhere he looked, but there was no sign of burns on his body.
"This is indeed not real, it's just an illusion." As soon as he finished saying this, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.