Just as he finished speaking, a cold wind flashed by all around, ethereal and silent, but extremely real.
He squatted beside the dead disciple who had entered the Dao realm, and his big hand emitting a halo swept across his forehead. He was horrified to find that the death of this man actually came from the soul.
"The soul was empty, and was swallowed up by a strange thing in an instant, without even a trace of consciousness. When I found out, my soul had been swapped and swallowed up... How cruel..."
He stood up, adhering to the principle of not wasting, took off the storage ring on his hand and threw it into the boundary bead, shook his head, pinched his fingers, and suddenly a ball of fire appeared out of thin air, burning it clean in an instant.
Monks have their own dignity. Once they are dead, their bodies cannot be left behind and thrown into the wilderness for all kinds of unknown things to defile.
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"There is a foundation of death!"
Outside the Qingqiu ancient tomb, a great master in the Dao Transformation Realm was looking at the life tablet in the sky. At this moment, it suddenly broke into two pieces. The sound of breaking was very fast, and it was obviously a fatal blow.
When these disciples entered the Qingqiu Ancient Tombs, they all left their life tablets to their masters to confirm their own deaths. However, they were shocked when the tablets suddenly broke into two pieces.
"The fire of life is extremely fragile. What is going on?"
Emperor Tianxuan was greatly surprised. He did not look at anything else but was staring closely at the life card of his second prince. If anything happened to him, he would have no successor. Tianxuan Ancient Emperor would probably drop a level of strength. Moreover, even if he was trained again, it would take many years.
"You can't get into trouble!"
His face no longer had the calmness it had before, instead it had a hint of gloom, and with a wave of his hand, powerful magic power flew into the life card, and the swaying fire of life stabilized in an instant.
Seeing this, everyone took a deep breath and injected magic power into the life card to stabilize the flame that was about to go out.
"I'm afraid something happened in the ancient cemetery."
Someone was muttering to himself, and as he was speaking, another life plate cracked open. At the same time, a soul-devouring aura was transmitted through the life plate.
"Ancient Soul Devourer!"
Everyone exclaimed in surprise. After all, they had been roaming the spirit world for countless years and naturally knew countless secrets. For example, this Soul Devourer had been recorded in ancient books as someone who specialized in devouring people's souls in order to nourish their souls.
"I'm afraid that things are going to change for the Qingqiu Ancient Tomb this time. The soul-devouring person has finally gotten the transportation, but he has deprived us of countless future transportation in the spirit world..."
Everyone sighed, feeling extremely bitter in their hearts. Thinking that their disciples would most likely die this time, they couldn't help but feel a little sad and angry.
But they have to do so. Only in this way can they fight for a chance to survive the catastrophe. It must be said that in the catastrophe, everyone is like ants.
Even those who have reached the Dao Transformation Realm and are powerful enough to control a certain avenue will still die in the catastrophe.
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Inside the ancient tomb, after Feng Qingyang took the ring of escape from the unfortunate disciple, he carefully headed towards the place where the bronze tripod was found before.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped. His eyes, which had been sparkling with brilliance, suddenly became dull, as if he had lost his mind in an instant, and he just stood there.
Little did he know that at this moment, his soul was already in turmoil.
"You actually invaded my soul, and you really thought I didn't know..."
With a murmur, his consciousness suddenly escaped into his soul. If it were in the past, when this ancient soul-devourer appeared, he might not have been able to discover it, but now is different.
Last time in the ancient ruins, after the black little man took charge, his soul became extremely sensitive. As soon as the soul-devouring being invaded, Feng Qingyang was the first to feel it.
It was a tadpole, and it looked like a tadpole, but it was not as cute as a tadpole, but had a hint of hideousness.
The mouth full of fangs and the huge mouth that takes up almost half of the body exude a captivating aura all the time, as if the soul would be devoured just by looking at it.
"The ancient soul-devourers specialize in devouring people's souls to strengthen themselves. Their true bodies are actually souls!"
Feng Qingyang's consciousness turned into a little man in the place of his soul. Perhaps because of the presence of the little black man, the soul-devouring object kept spinning beside him for a long time without starting to devour.
"It devours human souls. It can devour any soul, even those of a super-powerful being or the will of heaven. It will devour them all. Didn't such beings become extinct in ancient times? How come they still exist today?"
Feng Qingyang was terrified. According to ancient records, soul-devouring creatures existed in ancient times. There was once a powerful being who devoured a powerful person in the spiritual world who had attained the Great Dao, causing panic. As a result, a few powerful people in the Great Dao realm took action. It took several battles before the soul-devouring creature was killed.
But what was unexpected was that there were still some soul-devouring creatures left in the ruins of the Shang Dynasty. Although they were very weak and all trapped in the Qingqiu Ancient Tombs, if they grew stronger, I am afraid they would bring disaster to the spiritual world again.
"roar!"
Just as he was thinking about it, the Soul Devourer suddenly roared, and an inexplicable rhythm appeared, which paralyzed Feng Qingyang's soul in an instant.
If Feng Qingyang hadn't had his soul wrapped by the black little man, he wouldn't have felt it at all.
That rhythm seemed to coincide with some kind of great way, but it was definitely not one of the three thousand great ways in the spiritual world. No one knew where this way came from. That kind of paralyzing force seemed to come naturally and spontaneously, and could not be felt at all.
By the time you feel it, it is already too late and you are waiting for death.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang could not move. He just watched anxiously as the soul-devouring creature gradually grew bigger. Its open mouth seemed to be able to swallow the sky and the earth. This devouring power was somewhat similar to his corpse king bloodline, but they were different in essence.
One specializes in devouring souls and wills, the invisible but existing thing, while the other one devours objects. The two seem to complement each other, but it's a pity that Feng Qingyang is about to be devoured at this time.
He was unable to resist, and didn't even have the will to resist. His tyrannical strength hit the Soul Devourer hard, but in the end he found that his magic power penetrated directly and couldn't cause him any harm.
"Immune to damage from spells and magical powers, immune to damage from the power of objects!"
At this moment, Feng Qingyang was panicked. He couldn't help but be afraid. This soul-devouring thing was an extremely terrifying thing in ancient books. After it was fully developed, even the great masters in the Hedao realm could devour it without anyone noticing. If it was allowed to grow, wouldn't it be able to devour the will of heaven
He stood there and did not continue to attack, because he knew that it would be of no avail even if he did. At this moment, a sense of loss suddenly appeared in his heart.
"I, Feng Qingyang, have been so successful in my life, how could I possibly capsize in a ditch and die here? And how could I be so miserable to be swallowed by this vicious thing?"
He muttered to himself, feeling extremely bitter in his heart. Having the power but not being able to display it was nothing short of torture for him at this moment.
roar!
The soul-devouring roar was getting louder and louder. When it was about to touch the edge of his consciousness, it finally stopped expanding and instantly opened its mouth, swallowing Feng Qingyang and the black man together.