Feng Qingyang nodded, then immediately pulled back and flew away!
His eyes flashed, and his third eye opened in an instant. The sharp gaze made the mixed-feathered birds in the sky tremble all over.
"Heavenly Eye! Wang Zi Jue! How could this little thing know my unique secret technique?"
He muttered something and stopped talking. Instead, he looked at Feng Qingyang carefully. He saw him sitting cross-legged on the ground with his hands stacked, and a strange starting posture suddenly appeared.
“Senior, what’s suppressing you is not just the seal here, but most importantly, the great power of the mountains and rivers gathered here! This seal is just a key to unlock this great power of mountains and rivers!”
His eyes moved around, taking in the layout of the palaces and the golden desert that surrounded it, which was of varying heights and ups and downs. His heart was in turmoil. If it was really as he guessed, then it would not be difficult to unlock the seal here.
After thinking about it, he took a deep breath, and his originally beating heart finally calmed down.
"The palace complex corresponds to the twelve celestial stems and terrestrial branches of the ancient star Mars. If it is correct, as long as we destroy the seven-story pagoda in the middle, we can break the formation of the palace complex."
"Senior, do you know how to break the seven-story pagoda in the center?"
"The tower?"
The mixed-haired bird's eyes flashed when he heard the sound, and then he turned around to look at the seven-story pagoda in the center. After a moment, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Boy, if you ask me other things, maybe I don't know, but if you want to crack this seven-story pagoda, I have a good idea in mind!"
As he spoke, the mixed-feather bird became very excited. On his bald head, a purple feather was trembling in the wind, showing his excitement.
"Boy, that seven-story pagoda is the source of faith that suppressed my old bald donkey back then. That guy kept saying that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, so much so that he lost his cultivation during the catastrophe and sealed me here..."
"Hmm? No, why did he seal me here? To save me?"
The mixed-feathered bird, who was originally talking excitedly, suddenly became confused at this moment. There was a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, but there was also a distortion in the reminiscence.
"Old bald donkey, tell me why I was sealed by you!" Suddenly, he roared, and the sharp cry shook the place instantly.
Countless palaces began to collapse and the ground cracked in the sound, and Feng Qingyang didn't even need to do anything as the layout of the place was automatically destroyed.
call out!
In an instant, the seven-story pagoda suddenly rose higher, and a column of light shot down from the sky, completely covering the place. At this moment, countless chanting of Buddhist names could be heard in the void, and the sounds resounded through heaven and earth.
Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and he suddenly murmured in his heart again. Although he didn't know where this place was on the ancient star Mars, judging from the layout of this place, the source that could gather the power of the entire ancient star must be at the pole.
Only at the extreme point can there be such a great trend of heaven and earth.
When the ground began to shake, Feng Qingyang suddenly moved. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he clasped his hands together and used the power of Feng Shui to perform the art of formation.
Countless yellow halos appeared out of thin air and wrapped him tightly in it. According to legend, a powerful Feng Shui master can manipulate the Feng Shui of heaven and earth to kill his opponents in seconds, and can even shake the powerful ones in the Hedao realm.
Of course, this is just a legend, but there is no smoke without fire. Since this is the case, there must have been such a person. And, if I guess correctly, that person is the son of the first generation of Feng Shui. And he is the leader of the disappeared formation art.
Feng Qingyang moved with the wind, his long hair flying, and the power of Feng Shui swept across the world. He pushed his hands forward, and the powerful power of Feng Shui once again turned into a giant dragon and crashed into the seven-story pagoda in the center.
Perhaps because of the antiquity of the mixed-haired bird, this time, he did not suffer the backlash of the seven-story pagoda, but instead created a crack in it in a short moment.
The moment the crack appeared, the golden figure originally located in it suddenly disappeared, replaced by a long sigh.
As Feng Qingyang sighed, he felt as if struck by lightning. He felt as if he had done something wrong, and he also had a feeling of becoming a Buddha by putting down his butcher knife.
He shook his head to suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind and continued to bombard the seven-story pagoda with a devastating force. The power of Feng Shui changed the situation of mountains and rivers, and every impact left a deep impression on the land pattern here.
It is hard to tell with the naked eye, but if someone who knows a little about the art of formations is here, he will definitely find that the land here is in chaos, and even confuses the destiny for a short period of time.
Of course, Feng Qingyang didn't know this. All he knew was to keep bombarding the already crumbling seven-story pagoda.
"Wait a minute, kid!"
Suddenly, a solemn cry of the mixed-haired bird was heard in the void, but just as he opened his mouth, Feng Qingyang's final blow had already been unleashed.
The majestic force of Feng Shui was like a river bursting its banks, sweeping across the sky and earth. In an instant, countless palaces disappeared, even the palace of Fighting Buddha disappeared.
At this moment, the Buddhist chanting that was originally resounding through the void suddenly disappeared. A purple light appeared from the earth, instantly covering the mixed-feathered birds in the void.
"well… "
The mixed-haired bird sighed and immediately closed its eyes to accept the purple light. The moment Feng Qingyang destroyed the seven-story pagoda, he saw a pebble-sized milky white bead flashing in it.
“Could it be a relic?”
His heart skipped a beat. The sarira was like a cultivator's golden elixir, the essence of the Buddha's and Tao's great powers. However, this bead was not a sarira, but the essence of faith that was already very little after being baptized by the years.
The monks who once believed in Buddhism and Taoism have long disappeared, so this Xinyang essence has continued to weaken over the years until it becomes what it is now.
"This treasure is destined to be with me. Besides, how can I return empty-handed after entering a treasure mountain?"
Feng Qingyang muttered to himself and looked up, only to see that the mixed-feathered bird had completely merged into the purple light, and he didn't know when it would reappear.
He flew forward. After the mountains and rivers here were destroyed, they lost the power to restrict the air. He opened his big hand in the air and immediately grasped the essence of faith floating in the air.
"Boy, that's mine, keep it for me!"
At the moment when he grasped the essence of faith, the trembling voice of the mixed-haired bird suddenly came. However, Feng Qingyang was not a fool.
He pretended that his hands trembled, as if he was frightened, and with a cry of surprise, he swallowed the essence of faith the moment his mouth opened.
"Boy, give me back the essence of my faith. I have been suppressed for countless years. This is the last thing that old bald donkey has. Give it to me quickly!"
The purple light in the void twisted, but it couldn't get out, and the bird became so anxious that it started cursing.
"You little bastard, you are such a ruthless person!"