The deathly air in the air had been quietly corroding his magic power. This was a scene that should not have happened. You have to know that Feng Qingyang himself was a small zombie. A zombie was originally a dead thing, and the deathly air corroded dead things, just like a cultivator absorbing spiritual energy but being corroded by it. What a weird thing!
Feng Qingyang averted his eyes and concentrated his mind. He used his thoughts to cover the death energy that entered his body, but the result surprised him. The death energy should have been a great tonic for him, but now it contained wisps of flying sand. The flying sand silently entered his body along with the death energy and then corroded him.
"Is this the power of flying sand?" Feng Qingyang was shocked, and then he used his magic power to cover his whole body to resist the entry of flying sand and death energy.
The power of this flying sand was unheard of. I originally thought that the flying sand and moving stones formation was a scene where the sky and the earth were in chaos and the sun and moon were dark. However, I didn't expect that the moving stones corresponded to the collapse of the sky and the cracking of the earth. What's ridiculous was that it was an illusion, and the flying sand was not the imagined strong wind, but subtle destruction.
"Killing people without being noticed and diverting the attention of those who enter the formation, this formation is really a brilliant technique." Feng Qingyang admired it in his heart. If this formation were to be made public, it would probably cause another bloody storm.
Now that he had figured out the source of the truth, he felt relieved. As long as he could break the flying sand power in the deathly aura, he would be able to successfully break the formation.
Walking stones tests one's body and will, while flying sand tests the attentiveness of those entering the formation!
Feng Qingyang casually found a big rock and leaned against it as if he was practicing.
Soon his body was wrapped in a thick black air. This black air was none other than the death air in the yang fish. However, it was all absorbed by his corpse king bloodline. The originally shapeless death air turned into a ball of black air, and it was still wriggling constantly. The scene was extremely terrifying. With so much death air, the power of flying sand was even more powerful.
In his consciousness, Feng Qingyang looked inward and saw that there were small whirlwinds in every wisp of death energy. Don't underestimate it just because it is too small. These small whirlwinds contain the power of flying sand. If Feng Qingyang's consciousness is over-concentrated, it will be torn to pieces.
Feng Qingyang couldn't withstand such high-intensity concentration. Soon he spat out a mouthful of blood and suddenly became a little listless. The blood was corroded by the black death energy that wrapped around him before it reached the ground. Seeing this, Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows.
"Do you want to eat me alive with your little flying sand power?" He became furious at this moment. He originally wanted to clean it up slowly, but when he vomited blood, a ball of anger suddenly rose in his heart.
Anger! Reluctance! All transformed into extremely powerful strength, the Corpse King's bloodline was like a prehistoric beast, swallowing up the black death energy that enveloped him. From a distance, one could see a black vortex, and the center of the vortex was Feng Qingyang.
The death energy entered his body at an accelerated speed, revealing its hideous face and corroding his magic power. In just this short period of time, it had corroded nearly three levels of his magic power.
"Refine it for me!" When he was dealing with the falling stones before, he was able to stay calm and use his wisdom to solve the problem, but now facing the power of flying sand, it made him suffer. Although the power of flying sand was pitifully small, the damage it caused was greater than the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth before. Moreover, the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth was an illusion after all, but what he was facing now was real damage.
The devouring power of the Corpse King's bloodline, the efficient absorption power of the 'Taiyin Sutra', and the corrosive power of the flying sand in the black death energy, three different forces started a tug-of-war in Feng Qingyang's body.
The battlefield was inside Feng Qingyang's body, but it was extremely painful for him. He grimaced, and his handsome face became a little distorted because of the pain, looking hideous and terrifying.
In fact, death energy can be considered a kind of yin energy, which is a great tonic for zombies. It’s a pity that this death energy is mixed with the power of flying sand.
"By the way, what would happen if I could separate the power of death and flying sand?"
However, it is easy to think about it, but it is extremely difficult to do it. With his current level of cultivation, it is already very good to be able to see inside. If he wants to do it in great detail, he absolutely cannot do it with his current level of cultivation, not even if he advances to the level of a wandering corpse or a black zombie.
There are only two options before him now. The first is to forcibly strip away the flying sand corrosive force in the death energy, and the other is to burn his boats and swallow it forcefully.
Feng Qingyang also realized this in his heart, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back!
"Swallow it, swallow it all! I don't believe I will die here!" Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth and mobilized the remaining magic power to protect his body. This would ensure that his body would not burst when he swallowed the death energy. However, he had no idea what would happen after doing this.
Devour! Refine! How can one become a demon without being crazy
Whoosh!
The vortex of black death energy centered on him grew larger and larger, and even all the death energy of the yang fish in the entire formation was concentrated here.
Under such a huge amount of death energy, even if he had the Corpse King Bloodline and the Taiyin Sutra, he could not alleviate the corrosion of the flying sand power in the death energy. As a result, his hair was quickly corroded.
Without the support of magic power, the "Taiyin Sutra" stopped working, but the blood of the Corpse King still devoured the death energy from the outside world.
"Puff!" Feng Qingyang spat out another mouthful of blood and looked even more listless. At this moment he felt that he was about to die, and his body began to swell.
"I must devour it even if it means death!" He forced himself to endure the severe pain in his body, but on the brink of pain his will was surprisingly tempered.
The path of cultivation is not ordinary. Without a strong will and a tenacious mentality, one is destined to be just like everyone else.
Perhaps it was his indomitable spirit and unwillingness to admit defeat that once again activated the Ying Gou blood surrounding his heart. It was originally dim and was now spinning rapidly. The death energy that was swallowed by the corpse king's bloodline had corroded his magic power and was now rampaging in his body.
At this moment, Ying Gou's blood essence began to spin rapidly, like a filter, quickly absorbing the corrosive dead air, and then releasing waves of pure Yin Qi. With the supply of Yin Qi, the Taiyin Sutra also started to run rapidly.
Ying Gou's essence and blood were like a bottomless pit. Within an hour or so, it had completely absorbed all the dead air in the yang fish formation.
The flying sand and rolling stone formation was originally constructed according to the power of Tai Chi. The Yin fish represents rolling stones, and the Yang fish represents flying sand. But now the energy in the Yang fish has been completely absorbed by Ying Gou's essence and blood, and the large formation that formed a cycle suddenly began to collapse. This was not a breaking of the formation, but a destruction of the formation.
If the Zombie King Liu Wuji happened again, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood. His masterpiece, the Flying Sand and Stone Formation, was actually destroyed in such a depressing way.
The formation collapsed, but Feng Qingyang fell into deep cultivation...