Zhenren Wuchen and others who were fleeing for their lives heard the laughter behind them and turned around to see who it was.
When he found out that it was Feng Qingyang and others, his eyes were about to spit fire.
"You beast, stop being so arrogant!" Master Wu Chen was so angry that his face turned darker and darker. Finally, he couldn't help but curse.
However, when he saw the void swallowing him from behind, he turned around dejectedly and called on his disciples to speed up their flight.
Feng Qingyang's originally heavy mood seemed to be much better at this moment, and he smiled and said: "You all will die here!"
Hearing this, Master Wuchen, who was flying at a fast speed, stopped suddenly. Looking at Feng Qingyang who had a nonchalant expression, he felt extremely angry. This trip to the Zombie King's Cave was a complete failure for him. He lost nearly one-third of the elite disciples of the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect, and did not gain anything. The most important thing was that now even he might die here.
He looked at the void that was swallowing him from behind. He estimated that in less than half a cup of tea, the second level of the Zombie King's Cave would be completely swallowed up.
While his group was in a hurry, Feng Qingyang, on the other hand, was standing there laughing. He felt ruthless and glanced at the elders and the few disciples beside him without leaving a trace.
"No, if we go on like this, we will surely die here." He looked at Feng Qingyang who was gloating over their misfortune with resentment. His mind was like a mirror, and he guessed that they must have a plan to escape.
"I would rather let the world down than let the world down me!" After hesitating for a long time, he took out a golden jade talisman from his storage ring, and then crushed it. Amid the shock of countless disciples around him, he turned into a golden light and disappeared into the world.
"Elder..."
"Old man Wuchen..."
Various sounds of pleading and cursing were heard, followed by a burst of panic.
"Hmph, what a righteous sect, it turns out to be a group of hypocritical and treacherous people!" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly. The dead tree beside him and the wind, thunder, rain and lightning looked at him in a daze. At this moment, his temperament had undergone a drastic change.
The unyielding nature of the Corpse King's bloodline was clearly revealed, and coupled with the fact that he had just inherited the legacy of the Zombie King Liu Wuji, he looked like a sword drawn from its sheath, making it impossible for people to look directly at him.
Looking at the Maoshan disciples, he had no sympathy at all. The green light enveloped the group of six people, and in their resentful and pitiful eyes, he disappeared into the world in a flash.
Whoosh~
A whistling sound came from the space to his ears. Feng Qingyang closed his eyes and immersed himself in the joy of inheriting the inheritance again. Although he was happy, he felt more sad.
“Master…” Gui Feng was about to speak but was interrupted by Ku Shu who raised his hand.
Several people were traveling through the void wrapped in the green light. Except for Feng Qingyang, the others were looking around with fear and excitement. Turbulent currents were constantly passing through the void. Although the green light could help them block the damage from the turbulent currents, it could not block the tremendous pressure.
Not long after, they all turned pale, closed their eyes, and guarded their minds, no longer daring to look at the turbulence in the void.
brush!
When they opened their eyes again, they had reappeared in the Death Mountains. This location was not some other place, but exactly the entrance to the Zombie King's cave.
When several people looked at this valley, they couldn't help but feel as if they were reborn.
Feng Qingyang, who had closed his eyes for a long time, finally opened them. He looked at the entrance to the Zombie King's cave quietly, feeling very grateful. He originally thought that he would get some treasure after entering.
Who knew that what he got was a mission he dared not think about. Although he obtained the inheritance and the "Art of Formation", compared with the mission in his heart, this seemed insignificant. He clenched his fists tightly, and had already set a path for himself in his heart - a path of life and death.
“Senior Ku Shu…” He turned around and looked at the few people. He, who was not good at speaking, suddenly didn’t know what to say.
How clever was the withered tree, a being who was half a step away from the golden elixir, even if he plucked out an eyelash, it would still be empty. He looked at Feng Qingyang's hesitant look and guessed something in his heart. He said, "Brother Qingyang, there is no need to say more. We will not leak any information about this trip to the Zombie King's cave."
He paused and continued, "But you must be careful of Wuchen Zhenren from Mount Mao. He is an extremely sinister person. I saw him holding a jade talisman in his hand before. I'm afraid he has already escaped from that world."
Feng Qingyang smiled knowingly, secretly thinking that the old man was very clever, then frowned again. He was not afraid of the enemy, but he was afraid of trouble. If the news that he had entered the Zombie King's Cave and then successfully left was leaked, he would be afraid that he would face endless pursuit in the future.
Thinking about his three-year agreement, he would wipe out the entire Maoshan clan in three years. Now more than half a year has passed. If he continues to practice in this mediocre way, he is afraid that he will not be able to fulfill his promise even if he is given another thirty years.
"Senior Ku Shu, can you let me stay in your Ghost King Sect for a while?"
Hearing this, the old Taoist with a withered tree was immediately overjoyed, but he did not show it on his face, so he quickly said: "That's what I was thinking. Brother Qingyang has no master, but he has been able to cultivate to such a level in such a short period of time. He must be a top-notch genius. As long as he goes to our Ghost King Sect, he will definitely become a powerful existence that can suppress others in the future!"
They were flattering each other and talking wildly, which made Feng Lei Yu Dian and others on the side laugh secretly. However, they were also very happy in their hearts. They liked Feng Qingyang from the bottom of their hearts.
Hearing the dead tree's answer, Feng Qingyang felt a little relieved. Originally, he planned to venture into the world of cultivation and train himself, but he had just obtained the inheritance and the art of formation, so he urgently needed a stable environment to retreat for a while.
After much thought, the only option was to go to the Ghost King Sect. Not to mention that he saved a big shot in the Ghost King Sect, just the fact that he gave the old Taoist with Kurushu a corpse-controlling bell was a huge achievement.
In fact, he still had a concern in his heart, and that was the demon wolf Xiaoyue. Ever since he asked it to leave him that night, he didn't know how it was doing now.
But thinking about it, I feel relieved. We all have our own lives. Our meeting at the Death Mountains was like a fate. If there is still fate, we will definitely meet again in the future.
"There is no time to lose, let's set off now..." The old Taoist with the withered tree was already impatient. He was eager to return to the sect to tell the big shot everything that happened in the Zombie King's Cave. If he could get his approval, a breakthrough to the Golden Core stage might be just around the corner.
Just like the golden elixir, one can enjoy a lifespan of a thousand years, which can be called a thousand-year-old giant.
Feng Qingyang smiled slightly, nodded, then stepped back and stood with Feng Lei Yu Dian and the others. He was dressed in a green robe, and looked particularly handsome after his fangs and nails were retracted.
"Follow me!"
brush!
The dead tree formed a black cloud carrying a few people and flew into the sky...