He muttered something and stopped talking. He turned his gaze to the other side of the square, where the ghost soldiers were lined up in neat rows. Recalling the scene when he was captured, he shuddered suddenly.
"My body!"
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In the field, the fight with Shen Gongbao was in full swing. His surging faith supported him to continue fighting, otherwise he would have been defeated long ago.
"Magic power—suppression!"
He waved his hand and expanded the power of suppression to the extreme, and saw the void twisted, like ripples, rippling layer by layer in the sky and earth.
When the pressure of the divine whip was absorbed by him, he could transform into an invincible body and crush him directly. The mountain-like Dharma body crashed into Shen Gongbao's body, like penetrating a waterfall!
"So fast, it's actually an afterimage!"
Feng Qingyang suddenly turned his body, and the moment he looked back, he saw the divine whip enlarged in the air. He wanted to dodge but was powerless, the only thing he could do was to resist!
He drew his arms together, and the intention of suppression evolved into a large seal in the void. He swung the magic whip weakly, and the seal was able to suppress steadily and defeat Shen Gongbao!
It's a lose-lose situation, and only a crazy person like this can do this without caring about his own safety.
"Die!"
He shouted loudly, and the murderous light in his eyes almost solidified into substance. He ignored the pressure from the divine whip and pressed the seal down. However, he felt the earth shaking, and Shen Gongbao was instantly defeated under the seal.
The divine whip that was about to touch Feng Qingyang disappeared in an instant, and returned to his body the moment Shen Gongbao was defeated!
At this point, eight of the nine war drums had been destroyed, and the sky was filled with yellow energy of luck, ancient and yet vicissitudes of life. This energy, which gathered the last of the luck of the entire Shang Dynasty, was finally absorbed into Feng Qingyang's body.
He was not a destined son of destiny, but he relied on his tyrannical strength to get here, defeated them one by one, and crushed all the ancient heroes with his invincibility. There is no invincible, only the most invincible!
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, if the previous good luck just covered half of the body, then at this moment, it has covered the whole body.
When he breaks through the flying zombie and faces a catastrophe, he can use the power of luck to resist and weaken it. In this way, even if he has no potential, the chance of surviving the catastrophe is still greatly increased.
As the saying goes, a blessing in disguise!
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Outside the Qingqiu ancient tombs, countless Daohua realm masters gathered here. Many of the originally scarce life tablets were extinguished again at this time. From afar, it seemed that the entire army had been wiped out.
Those powerful people who originally gloated over other people's misfortune, after seeing their descendants fall, their faces suddenly turned gloomy. Although they knew that there were many dangers here, the real damage involved their own interests, they still would not distinguish right from wrong. Strong strength is the kingly way, and it is the law!
"Of the ten disciples who entered, eight died. It seems that the final person who will gain the luck is about to appear!"
Ancient Emperor Tianxuan had an extremely embarrassed expression on his face, because just before that, his second prince had also died, his life plate was shattered, and even his soul didn't have time to escape. He was probably dead and disappeared forever in the world.
“No matter who has obtained the luck, as long as he appears, I, Tianxuan Ancient Star, will definitely list him as a person who must be killed! If I don’t take revenge, what’s the point of suppressing the anger in my heart!”
He spoke loudly, expressing the thoughts of countless powerful people present. Countless powerful people nodded at the same time. This Qingqiu ancient tomb site was truly overbearing.
It not only gathers the fortune of the ancient Shang Dynasty, but also deprives all young talents who enter this place.
All of these people were shrouded in the luck of the ancient stars. The death of any of them was like a big knife that cut off the luck that suppressed them out of thin air.
…
However, the ultimate culprit did not feel a thing. He was still sitting cross-legged calmly in the square, bearing the power of luck descending from the sky. His mind was shaken!
From the initial incompleteness to the current perfection, he seemed to have entered a state of emptiness. This gaze, like the ghost soldiers behind, was without any emotion.
But if you look closely, you will find that this destiny contains a strong sense of sadness. This destiny is not the destiny of the contemporary world, but comes from ancient times.
The luck that spanned two eras was suppressed until now, and then was completely absorbed into Feng Qingyang's body. The seal between the two worlds that was opened in the Middle Ages was not based on the principle of fate, luck, and feng shui.
But in the last days of ancient times, the will of the great catastrophe was fate, luck and feng shui. Only when these three forces come together, will the seal between the two worlds be opened.
Only when the final decisive battle breaks out can one find a way to survive the catastrophe. Either one survives, or one is forever turned into ashes after the catastrophe, and never becomes a god.
"Right and wrong, cause and effect, are all destined! It's not that I have this calamity, but I must face it! If I want to break the curse of the zombie clan and trace the origin, I must obtain this power of destiny!"
He opened his eyes, took all his luck into his body, stood up, patted his white robe, and suddenly moved.
Looking at the only one of the nine war drums, he flew up thousands of feet and picked up the drumsticks on both sides of the war drum. At that moment, he seemed to have returned to ancient times, to an era when there were many talented people and powerful people!
"King Zhou! Come out!"
He roared and swung the drumstick. The deep drum sound resounded through heaven and earth. The force of the vibration and the strong drum sound seemed to open an ancient door.
The ghost soldiers lined up and took a step forward in unison. They held their weapons with their hands raised to their chests, as if they were performing some grand ceremony!
"Welcome Your Majesty!"
"Welcome Your Majesty!"
Countless roars rose and fell like waves, spreading out, and the heroic and tragic voices echoed throughout the square.
Even countless powerful beings far outside the Qingqiu Ancient Tombs heard this shocking shout, which spanned two eras!
"King Zhou!"
Feng Qingyang beat the thundering war drum non-stop. Having seen other ghost soldiers beating the drum before, he thought it was nothing. But when he took his turn to beat the war drum, he made an unexpected discovery.
This ninth war drum was particularly different. The reason why he shouted "King Zhou" when he went up was because there was a picture on the drum surface.
The supreme ruler, wearing a dragon robe and jade crown, who else could it be but King Zhou? Moreover, he had fought all the way to the present, but the luck he had obtained still had flaws, which he could not explain. It was like a body that was completely shaped, but lacked a heart.
"You are the heart, the core of the ancient destiny. If you don't show up now, when will you show up?"
Boom!
He gathered his strength and smashed it down on the war drum!
Crack!
But when the sound of gears turning was heard, an endless and distant aura suddenly spread out! The most powerful person from ancient times finally reappeared between heaven and earth!