On the edge of the cliff, Jiuqiu and Huzi, as everyone exclaimed, focused their eyes on the light curtain projected by the big drum.
Xuanchen and Chunyang's faces turned pale, with disbelief in their eyes. Everything that was shown at this moment was enough to prove everyone's guess.
"If it had fallen, the light curtain should have shattered long ago."
Xuanchen was silent, listening to Chunyang's muttering as if he was possessed by evil spirits, his brows furrowed deeply. Even he could not explain what was happening at this moment.
The moonlight was hazy, and the pale moonlight merged with the light curtain projected from the sky, turning the sky and the earth into a cold place. Iron chains were across the sky, and big drums were flying. The deep night without strong winds still seemed a little scary.
But what is even more surprising is that up to now, three full incense sticks of time have passed, and the light curtain projected by the big drum has not changed at all, with a sea of clouds swirling inside, and a white haze all around.
The heavy breathing and heartbeats quietly spread to everyone in the silent night. Those who left or lost confidence all focused their attention again at this moment.
This is what it means to be the center of attention. Even though Feng Qingyang is now unknown whether he is dead or alive and may have been turned into dust, no one will leave as long as the light curtain is not broken.
At this moment, a special feeling of oppression enveloped everyone. Although it was silent, although it was late at night, and although the moonlight was cold, they still felt sweaty and had an indescribable feeling of dullness.
Feng Qingyang fell into the sea of clouds. It was not as he had imagined, that he would die, nor was it as everyone had said, that he would never be reborn.
There was a gleam in his eyes, not what everyone saw. He didn't know that he had fallen, and in his sight, he was still stuck on the moment when Jiu Huang disappeared.
In his memory, there were no shaking chains, only the Nine Phoenixes that appeared out of thin air after he smashed the second section of the stone pillar.
That sense of desolation and the tentacles that entangled the Nine Phoenixes made him feel painful, but then suddenly dissipated.
He couldn't tell the difference between truth and falsehood, and he didn't know where he was at the moment, but the pain that penetrated deep into his soul made his heart clenched.
It was a kind of pain that could breathe, flowing to all parts of the body along with the beating of blood.
"She said I haven't woken up yet. Why did she say that?"
Feng Qingyang was silent, looking at the third section of stone pillars at the end. His heart sank suddenly, as if he had found the answer at this moment, but he still wanted to move forward.
But just as he took a step, a figure appeared again in the depths of the sea of clouds, a person he almost forgot.
"Yixuan!"
"Feng Qingyang!"
In front of him stood a young Taoist priest. He was not very old and his cultivation level was unknown, but the monstrous demonic energy emanating from his body made him terrified, and he almost stopped breathing.
Yixuan! A disciple of the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect in the cultivation world, when he left Maoshan, he had a feeling that his relationship with him would not end there.
But up to now, countless years have passed, and he has even unified the world of cultivation he belongs to. Even so, he still has not found Yixuan's whereabouts.
I originally thought that he had died somewhere, but now it seems that this is not the case. On the contrary, he is living a good life and even surpassed himself.
When he met his old friend, he was speechless. Meeting the same person he had met when he first came to the world of cultivation in this strange world gave him the same excitement as if he had obtained a treasure.
"Feng Qingyang, aren't you dead? Why are you still here?"
However, what Yixuan said surprised him even more, and his face was distorted, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Back in the Dark Night Ghost, I saw Li Xiao shoot you to death with my own eyes. How could you still appear here?"
"What?"
Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank. Am I dead? Did I die at the Dark Night Ghost Market
After a moment's silence, he suddenly laughed and looked at Yixuan with a distorted expression, with golden light flashing in his eyes.
"Yes, I died, but I am alive again. You know, the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect has been uprooted by me, and there is no more powerful old Taoist in the world of cultivation."
Hearing this, Yixuan trembled all over, and his originally distorted face turned hideous in an instant. When he heard the four words "uprooted", Yixuan changed suddenly.
Demonic flames surged up into the sky, and a large knife was held in his hand. After raising it, it locked onto Feng Qingyang directly. At that moment, cold demonic energy surrounded him, giving him the feeling of the end of the world!
Feng Qingyang didn't move, he didn't even blink, he looked at Yi Xuan who was slowly walking towards him with a big knife in hand, maybe he sneered, or maybe he discovered something.
"How can you see me? How can you appear in this world? Aren't you in the world of cultivation?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Yi Xuan, who was originally moving forward, suddenly froze, as if struck by lightning. He stood still without shaking at all, but the tremendous tacit understanding emanating from his body became even more powerful.
"Of course I have to appear here. How can I disappear if you don't die? When I left Maoshan and fell into the devil's way, I followed my master to the spirit world. I have always wanted to kill my enemies, but I didn't expect that I would find the opportunity today."
As he spoke, Yixuan licked his lips, and a hint of bloodthirstiness flashed in his eyes. He no longer had the youthfulness and sense of justice he had in the past.
"The sword in my hand was made possible by the killing of hundreds of thousands of people. Today, I will drink your blood to pay tribute to my lost sect!"
Yixuan stepped forward, and just when he was about to get close to Feng Qingyang, he saw a sudden smile on his face.
"Who are you."
"I am Yixuan!"
"If you are a mysterious being, then you have already fallen when you disappear from this world."
"joke."
Yixuan laughed loudly towards the sky and swung his sword. Black devil flames cut through the sky and slashed towards Feng Qingyang's face. The scattered devil flames made Feng Qingyang's heart stir, as if a long-lost murderous intent was about to awaken.
"Even if you're not dead, once you're no match for me, Feng Qingyang, you'll never be one!"
When the big knife arrived, he took a step forward. He did not use any magic weapon, but just stretched out his hand. The aura on his body burst out, rising up and merging with the raging demonic flames.
With a point of his finger, the wind and clouds changed color, and the sword in his hand was shattered with a loud bang. At the same time, the force was unstoppable, and at the moment the sword broke, it blew up Yixuan's head.
"If you're not real, how can you be my opponent?"
At this moment, Feng Qingyang's eyes showed an unprecedented clarity. At the moment when the mystery was shattered, he felt the whistling sound of the wind coming from his ears.
It seemed as if something heavy was falling rapidly, and looking up, one could vaguely see a silver chain running through the sky, flashing a faint luster in the sight.
“Could it be that countless people dare not walk this third chain? This last section actually bombards people’s souls, opens up hidden memories, and presents them in the form of reincarnation, forcing people to believe. The moment they believe, they are heading towards death!”