Speaking of this, the tone is full of nostalgia, as if it has become a thing of the past.
For a moment, the entire ancient palace fell silent. All sounds were extinguished, as if they no longer existed. Not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
Suddenly, there was a faint feeling of emptiness. Feng Qingyang's expression remained unchanged, but he was extremely alert in his heart. This middle-aged man was obviously not simple, even though he had the upper hand at this time.
"The realm of Tao." He murmured to himself, the look of reminiscence in his eyes became more intense, and a hint of madness flashed across his eyes as he looked at Feng Qingyang.
"This is the reason why I devoured you. Among the realms of the palm and the seal, as long as I can complete the devouring, I can break through a major realm. Moreover, when the great catastrophe comes, I can survive it and achieve an indestructible golden body."
He spoke loudly, and his originally weak body suddenly flashed, and he moved to Feng Qingyang's side in an instant. With a wave of his hand, the powerful binding force instantly submerged him.
At that moment, Feng Qingyang's heart skipped a beat. He was originally able to be comparable to the strong men in the realm of Dao, but at this moment, he still seemed inferior in front of this middle-aged man.
Even though he was seriously injured, he was still no match.
"Hmph, junior, do you think I'm really seriously injured?" He looked at Feng Qingyang, his eyes full of madness and indifference.
"Yes, although I was injured, I can still subdue you. It's not for anything else, but because my cultivation is stronger than yours. The higher the cultivation of the zombie clan, the stronger the suppression of the lower levels. As long as I devour you, I can open the door of the ancient temple and enter the interior of the ruins."
Speaking of surprise, he grabbed Feng Qingyang with one hand, opened his mouth wide and revealed two sharp teeth, and bit Feng Qingyang's neck with a whoosh.
"Gudong gulp!" He swallowed in big gulps, as if he was extremely hungry. While swallowing, he did not forget to stop and laugh eerily.
"Dare to swallow me?"
Feng Qingyang felt powerless all over. What the middle-aged man said was right. Zombies with higher cultivation levels did have a fatal suppression on lower-level ones. However, he overlooked one point. Feng Qingyang was not only the second zombie in the world, but also the only possessor of the bloodline of the zombie king in the entire spiritual world.
It is like a double-spy emperor who is born with a kingly aura. Even though he is still young, he is still blessed, as if he can feel that distant world in the dark every time.
And just after the middle-aged man devoured the couple, he was instantly frozen in place. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough for Feng Qingyang to escape.
He flashed back and came to the other side of the ancient temple. He looked at the middle-aged man with surprised eyes, but did not explain. He raised his hand and made a stroke.
At this moment, he was no longer doing it casually, but was infused with strength. The Judge's Pen was infinitely enlarged, and the sharp tip of the pen was like a big knife that cut through the sky and the earth. In an instant, it cut through the space and went towards the middle-aged man.
"You don't have the ability to devour me." Feng Qingyang shouted, and the moment the judge's pen was swung down, his body flashed forward and suddenly appeared behind the middle-aged man, and swung again.
Two screams were heard, and the middle-aged man suddenly fell beside the ancient temple in despair like a deflated ball. The funny thing was that he fell on the same pillar as before.
"How... How is it possible? Aren't you the descendant of General Ying Gou? And your cultivation is so low, how is it possible that you are not suppressed by me?"
Obviously, the middle-aged man still couldn't believe it. Feng Qingyang's performance had exceeded his expectations. It was like a turtle in a jar. It should have been an easy task to catch him, but in the end he ended up hurting himself.
"Hmph, do you think I'm you? You can devour me, but why can't I devour you?" Feng Qingyang stepped forward. This time, he was not careless. Instead, he used his magical power to defend his whole body. The Judge's Pen was suspended above his head, and countless light curtains were dropped to cover him.
“Although I don’t know why you want to devour me, as you said, if you want to break through to a higher level, you must devour. So now, let me devour you.”
Feng Qingyang stepped forward again, and the powerful aura of the Corpse King's bloodline suddenly burst out. At that moment, he was the absolute king among the zombies, and no one dared to challenge his majesty.
Along with the blood of the Corpse King, the artistic conception he comprehended also erupted at this time. The faint golden light and the black light curtain looked particularly weird, but it was undeniable that he was very strong at this time!
"Badao, what you comprehended is the way of hegemony, how is it possible!" After seeing Feng Qingyang's artistic conception, the middle-aged man on the ground could no longer remain calm, but cried out in shock, and at this moment, there was despair in his eyes.
"No wonder you were able to resist my suppression. It turns out that you have comprehended the Way of Hegemony, which is ranked among the top three thousand great ways." He muttered to himself with a look of loss in his eyes.
However, he did not know that although the way of hegemony was powerful, in the final analysis, it was Feng Qingyang's bloodline of the Corpse King that suppressed him.
"Domineering?" But at this moment Feng Qingyang was slightly excited in his heart. He had heard of this domineering word more than once. As early as when he was with the old monkey, he accidentally heard his murmurs.
"Could it be that behind my artistic conception is domineering?" He murmured in his heart, but with a hint of indifference. No matter what the path is, anyone who stands in his way will be beaten to pieces.
Whether it is a human or a monster, even the sky should be like this.
Thinking of this, he immediately shook his head, looked at the middle-aged man on the ground, without hesitation, leaned forward, and under the suppression of the Corpse King's bloodline, he bit his neck.
It's a matter of time. It was him before, but now the roles are reversed. He has become the victim, and the middle-aged man is the prey.
"Do you regret it?"
"snort."
The middle-aged man snorted coldly but still put up a meaningless resistance. Feng Qingyang didn't hesitate any more and bit him.
At that moment, his blood boiled as if it was burning. His two fangs embedded into the middle-aged man's skin, slowly drawing the blood from his body.
"Hou Qing, you are the successor of Hou Qing." Feng Qingyang exclaimed after swallowing the two mouthfuls of essence and blood. At the same time, he quickly closed his eyes and began to absorb the benefits brought by the two mouthfuls of essence and blood.
At that moment, it was as if his incomplete body was completed. It was a feeling of fullness from the soul that made him somewhat addicted. It seemed that he wanted to take a second puff after the first one.
Moreover, his body was also changing rapidly. The Ying Gou blood that had been dormant in his heart became active again, as if it was about to wake up.
Not only that, his strength is also changing. Although his cultivation has not increased, his power has become more solid.
All this was thanks to the middle-aged man on the ground. At that moment, an epiphany appeared in his mind. It was only at this moment that he finally understood why he had to devour.
After a long time, he stood up and looked at the man on the ground. A hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes, and he said, "So, this is our fate that we cannot escape!"