A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, as the saying goes, the tides ebb and flow, leaving no trace!
Because of their special physical conditions, nothing really happened between them, but the joy they experienced was naturally needless to say.
When the lotus leaves opened and the two were walking in the clouds, Emperor Xianxian, who had been waiting outside for a long time, flew over with a whoosh, grabbed Feng Qingyang's other big hand and held it in his arms, his little face looked nervous, as if he was afraid of losing it suddenly.
He raised a smile and looked at Zhu Xuezhu strangely, but saw that her pretty face was flushed, as if water was about to drip out. Especially under Di Xianxian's gaze, it made her feel hot on her face, and she couldn't help turning her head away.
"This time I came to the ancient star Yinghuo, one is to find King Chujiang and get his Yama Order, the second is to survive the tribulation. This time, I want to give Yuhua Holy Land a surprise."
At this point, an evil smile appeared on his lips. The flying zombie calamity was of no small magnitude. He had a rich foundation and had long had the confidence to overcome the calamity. Whether it was the destiny of the Great Shang Dynasty or the essence of faith in his body, they would become his magic weapons to overcome the calamity.
He didn’t even dare to imagine how powerful the flying zombie calamity would be compared to the human race’s entry into the Dao realm, which means the body reaches a state of great perfection.
The three of them looked at each other, and Zhu Xuezhu nodded in understanding. With reluctance in their eyes, he and Di Xianxian walked out of the boundary bead and returned to the golden desert.
"Big brother, where are we going now? To Hongluo Sect or Yuhua Holy Land?" Emperor Xianxian blinked his eyebrows, and his curved eyes were like the moon.
Feng Qingyang pondered for a moment, looked at the interstellar coordinates in his hand again, and thought to himself that if he wanted to fly to Hongluo Sect, it would take at least ten days or half a month.
"A lot of time has passed, why bother about this? We can just enjoy the flowers along the way!"
He rubbed Di Xianxian's forehead lovingly, as if he remembered that she was no longer the white sky-devouring beast that he had held in his arms and ravaged in the bad China, but a lively little girl. He felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
A look of embarrassment flashed across his face, and then he picked her up and rushed into the void, flying all the way, leaving a string of silver bell-like laughter in the air.
The singing and laughter are naturally beautiful, but the only regret is that this mysterious desert is nothing but a golden color. But with Emperor Xianxian by my side, this little regret is not a big deal.
Three days passed, when the desert was no longer golden and the sky was no longer dark, what came into view was a sea of green, connecting the sky and the sun, with no end in sight.
"Xianxian, we are out of the desert."
When he mentioned the word "desert", he emphasized his tone. During these three days, it seemed that he had passed through it easily, but in fact, it was not the case. In these few short days, he had avoided several mysterious auras.
The strength of those auras was enough to threaten his life. Along the way, he not only released his own aura, but also opened his brows, and the Holy Lord's intention could be vaguely seen emerging.
The cultivators with lower realms cannot see it, but the opposite is true for the cultivators with higher realms. They will first ignore the aura emitted by Feng Qingyang himself, so they can keenly feel the Holy Lord's intentions on Feng Qingyang.
It was the existence of this idea that allowed him to walk out of the desert so safely. However, there must be something wrong when things are abnormal. Some people are alert, but more are seeking death!
After entering the forest for just half a day, they encountered a group of vicious and ferocious independent cultivators, known as the Seven Ghost Heroes, whose leader was the independent cultivator overlord of the ancient star Mars.
This group of people were similar to Elder Kun, they were all the kind of people who had committed many evil deeds in the past. If they were alone, they would be surrounded and hunted by all the major sects, so they gathered together and lurked in this forest. Unfortunately, they were met by Feng Qingyang.
Look, the atmosphere in the field is on the verge of going out of control. If there is even a slight mistake, blood will splatter everywhere. A strong murderous intent will instantly fill the sky and the earth.
"Boy, if you leave the storage ring on you, we Seven Heroes will naturally let you go, but there are two of you, so you have to leave two storage rings."
Among the seven people, a scarred man walked out, holding a broken bowl lid and looking at Feng Qingyang unkindly.
“This guy!”
Feng Qingyang's heart skipped a beat and he wondered if they were mentally ill. If they were really as vicious and cruel as the rumors said, they should have been fighting each other by now.
Thinking of this, his boundary bead flashed, and two storage rings appeared. He flicked his fingers, and they flew towards the scarred man.
"Just two?"
"Of course. Although we, the Seven Heroes, are regarded as villains, we also have principles. We never do anything that is not within our principles."
Scarface touched his bald head and thrust the big knife on his shoulder into the ground. With a bang, the aura that leaked out actually reached the half-step Dao transformation realm.
Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank, but his mind was turning rapidly. He looked at the other people, and saw that they stretched their necks like children who wanted to eat candy, with innocent faces. Although they looked like big guys, the eyes were obviously very pure.
Seeing this, for some reason, Feng Qingyang seemed to understand something in his heart instantly, what is good and what is evil. When everyone says that he is evil, he is evil, even if he is a great good man unparalleled in the world.
He shook his head and sighed heavily, a trace of regret flashing through his heart. Looking at these so-called seven heroes, he was afraid that they still didn't understand the wickedness of human nature.
“There’s more here!”
After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and tapped the air. All of a sudden, five points of light flashed like fireflies, each one seemed to have a spirit, and flew towards the five people beside the bald man.
"Brother...Brother, is this guy a fool? Why is he still giving us the ring? There are only two of them. Are there five more people hiding somewhere?"
A slightly thin man looked at the scarred man innocently. Although his small eyes were a little vulgar, they were full of straightforwardness.
Hearing this, a gleam of brilliance flashed in the bald scarred man's eyes. He was certainly not a fool.
"Daoyou!"
For a moment, he felt like something was blocking his heart, but when he looked at Feng Qingyang, he immediately put away his previous hostility and murderous intent.
What is the spiritual world? It is a large-scale cultivation world. There is no simple doctrine here. There are countless powerful cultivators everywhere. They are scheming against each other. Life and death are often just a matter of a thought.
"Fellow Daoist, you should take back these storage rings."
Scarface said this in a deep voice, but he subconsciously extended his spiritual sense and scanned the contents of the five storage rings in an instant, and his expression was moved for a moment.
These rings are not ordinary rings. Two of them are Feng Qingyang’s life collection that he obtained by accidentally killing a powerful man. Naturally, they are extremely rich.