Feng Qingyang took a step forward, and the wind and clouds under his feet changed. The scenery around him changed, and he was suddenly surrounded by thick fog, and his figure disappeared in an instant.
"Boy!"
In the sky, the Ghost King cried out in surprise. At the moment Feng Qingyang disappeared, at the same time, many cultivators and disciples who were originally standing on the golden steps were completely swallowed up like a tide.
That kind of scene was enough to make everyone above pale in comparison. You have to know that the people below were all elite disciples and the backbone of various major sects. If they just disappeared like this, wouldn’t it be a waste of years of hard work
When they were about to tear open the space by force, they saw the space shaking, and the scene in front of them changed rapidly, as if it was moved in the blink of an eye.
"Is this... Is this the outermost part of the Qingqiu Ancient Tomb?" A group of Dao Transformation Realm masters looked at each other, thinking about the scenes that had happened before. They were very anxious and wanted to go in, but they found that the Qingqiu Ancient Tomb at this time had an extremely powerful barrier.
Boom!
There was a powerful man who was anxious and blasted out with enormous magic power, but at the moment of the blast, a few golden words suddenly appeared above the barrier, revealing a strong murderous aura.
"Whoever disturbs the barrier will die! Die! Die! Die!"
The word "death" appeared in the sky one after another at the same time. The endless murderous intent seemed to permeate the entire sky, fierce and overbearing, pressing everyone to the point where they seemed to be unable to breathe.
The breath from ancient times, with a sense of desolation and antiquity, as well as the domineering aura that was enough to laugh at the sky, was unscrupulously warning the powerful people here that if anyone bombarded the barrier again, all the people in the barrier would perish.
"Damn it, this is too much!"
There were powerful people in the Dao Transformation Realm who cursed, but could no longer hold back the anger in their hearts. The Qingqiu Ancient Tombs were opened, and they had come all the way across the galaxy, only to find that they could only wait in the outside world. How could these arrogant people bear this kind of depression
"Tian Kui Valley Ancient Emperor, don't be anxious. It seems that this barrier is only intended to protect those who enter it. We, the younger generation, are all in it, just to fight for the last bit of luck. In the final analysis, it is all for the purpose of being able to survive the apocalypse again!"
Ancient Emperor Tianxuan stepped forward and gently patted the angry middle-aged man. After a long time, everyone present finally calmed down. Among them, only the Ghost King and the people from the Sword Palace Empire had a faint smile on their faces, as if everything was under control!
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In the Qingqiu ancient tomb site, Feng Qingyang was surrounded by thick fog. Shouts and roars kept coming to his ears. He could not see his surroundings. Even with his third eye opened, he was still confused.
It seems that the world here is like this. Over a long period of time, people with weaker willpower will gradually be assimilated.
"The mist itself doesn't have any corrosive power, and my magical powers can still be used. So where am I now?"
He was confused, so he just stood where he was. He pinched a piece of yellow talisman paper with two fingers and it flew out. In an instant, a small tornado appeared.
It was the art of talismans. Counting the days, he hadn't used the art of talismans for a long time. If he hadn't been surrounded by thick fog, he would have almost forgotten it.
When the tornado appeared, the originally calm fog suddenly showed its fangs, as if a ferocious beast was swallowing the tornado. It had just taken shape and turned around, and disappeared in an instant.
But just as it was spinning, Feng Qingyang saw what he wanted to see. It was a ruin, broken walls and collapsed buildings all around. At this moment, he was standing on a street.
"The ruins of the Shang Dynasty. Could it be that where I am standing now is the ruins of the capital Chaoge? Hasn't this place been turned into ashes by the punishment from heaven? How can there be ruins?"
I couldn't think straight and wanted to find out the truth, but I found that I couldn't do anything. Moreover, although I could use magic power here, it could not be recovered. In the final analysis, every time I used one point, one point would be reduced.
Although this situation is not very important for him whose physical body is invincible, after all, if his magic power is reduced, it will be like a tiger without teeth, and his combat effectiveness will be reduced in the end.
Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he waved his hands, taking out a bunch of wind spells from the storage ring. Without thinking, he flashed them in the air.
In an instant, countless small tornadoes appeared. Although the time was extremely short, the field of vision was widened again. The ruins on all sides and the fallen walls clearly told Feng Qingyang that this was indeed the place where he was at the moment.
"There seems to be a big tripod ahead."
He muttered to himself. The moment the last tornado disappeared, the road a hundred meters ahead of him opened up. There was a large bronze tripod, sitting diagonally in the ruins.
"According to the records, the bronze tripod can only be owned by royal nobles, and there are countless messages engraved on it. If we take it, we should be able to know what happened here."
While thinking, he acted immediately, but he overlooked one point. Since this is the ruins of the Shang Dynasty, it is naturally something from ancient times. How could the relics of ancient times be truly preserved to this day? Unless there is some great magic power suppressing it.
Otherwise, after spanning two eras, even the top powerful beings would fall in the long river of time.
He walked slowly forward in the thick fog. Just as he moved, he heard a scream in his ears. From the sound, it seemed that the scream was only a few hundred meters away.
"Anyone?"
He cried out in surprise and raised his hand to point towards the source of the sound, and cast another wind spell. When the tornado appeared, he saw a disciple who had entered the Dao realm mysteriously falling to the ground.
His face was pale and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying before he died. Feng Qingyang's heart trembled, he changed his mind, and slowly walked towards the fallen person.
"How could a powerful being in the Dao Realm die like this? Could it be that there is something in this mist?"
My heart trembled. If this was true, wouldn't I be in a life-or-death situation? This made the sense of crisis in my heart even stronger.
After releasing several Gale Curses in succession, he finally came to the side of the great man who had entered the Dao realm. However, he saw that the man was barely breathing, his lips opening and closing, and it seemed that he was not completely dead.
I lowered my head slightly and put my ear close to his face, trying to hear what he was saying.
"Far... Ancient... Ancient Soul Devourer... Soul... Little..."
Before he could even utter the word "heart", the man kicked his legs and died.
"Ancient Soul Devourer? What is that?"