Black hair and red eyes, fluttering and evil.
"King Chujiang, my enemy is King Chujiang. I want to kill him to avenge the deception!" There was a bloodthirsty look at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were fixed on the front.
"This body is not weak, but it is far inferior to my real body. If I face King Chujiang like this, I will probably be beaten up by him!" Standing on top of the witch beast, Feng Qingyang looked down at himself, his eyes shining, and pressed his big hand towards the void again.
With one press, the wind and clouds changed color, the mountains and rivers turned upside down, and demonic energy from the vast world rushed in, pouring into Feng Qingyang's body with an earth-shaking power.
The demon heart that had just awakened and the cultivation level that had just broken through were completely tempered again under the infusion of this demonic energy. The meridians became larger and could accommodate more magic power. Almost in an instant, his strength more than doubled.
"My body!" Although Feng Qingyang was imprisoned in his soul, he could still clearly see the changes in his body. Everything that was happening at the moment was clearly reflected in his eyes.
That was why he did not resist. He wanted to see what this man was going to do. His enemy was King Chujiang, and he happened to be looking for King Chujiang. Perhaps he could use him to lure him out.
The demonic energy entered his body, not only tempering his body and meridians, but also forming a different kind of circulation in his body. This circulation was different from his usual circulation of the Great Circulation.
Instead, when they were in operation, they were infused into the flesh and blood, and a dark golden elixir suddenly appeared in the empty dantian. As the golden elixir appeared, a unique rule power that did not belong to this world emerged.
"Curse!"
Feng Qingyang roared, opened his mouth wide, and the black golden elixir in his body appeared, hovering beside his lips, and began to absorb the endless and rich demonic energy from all directions.
The demonic energy that gathered rapidly was almost turned into liquid. With Feng Qingyang's unique practice, all the demonic energy was converted into the power of spells. It can be said that Feng Qingyang was playing with fire at this time.
If the power of the curse is too strong and suppresses his original magic power, then Feng Qingyang can only shrink in his soul forever and watch his body being controlled by others.
However, this is also a gamble, the stakes are one's own body. If you win, not only can you learn the practice of the spell, but you can also lure King Chujiang out. If you lose...
Feng Qingyang's expression in the soul did not change, he just lurked there quietly. All the souls that entered his body had already been devoured. At this moment, he had one body but two wills.
The black golden elixir on the lips continued to emit light, swallowing up the demonic energy that had almost condensed into liquid from all directions, and finally feeding it back into his body, strengthening it inch by inch for the second time.
His changes caught the eyes of everyone and made them shudder with fear. Those with a slightly higher level of cultivation even felt a hint of fear, and their impression of Feng Qingyang's image became even deeper.
Although his cultivation was not very strong, he was at the peak of the Dao Entry Realm in the eyes of everyone. Moreover, his combat power was extraordinary and he almost swept through the same realm. Even ordinary Dao Transformation Realm masters were no match for him.
But these obviously did not enter the old man's eyes. He rushed all the way based on his feeling, casting spells and magical powers to swallow the sky and the earth. Wherever he passed, everything fell into deathly silence.
Even a blade of grass on the ground or a demon insect deep underground died in the gallop, and the dim sky became pitch black.
If it weren't for the faint moonlight in the sky, he would have almost merged into the darkness. However, everyone present was powerful, and day and night apparently had no effect on them.
They followed Feng Qingyang as he left. Although they were a little bored, they were unwilling to give up this rare event. Cultivation was timeless and boring. This sudden fight involved curses and sealing boundaries. Naturally, they were eager to try it and were very interested.
"He is too weak. I can sense that the old man is not far from here, but if I go over and fight him, I still can't beat him! And I am only controlling his body temporarily. If his soul hadn't deliberately slowed down, I would probably only be able to exert the fifth level of strength."
Feng Qingyang murmured, his red pupils began to rotate, and the dark golden pill outside his lips seemed to have absorbed enough life essence, turning into the size of a fist, and then gradually merged into his dantian.
"Is it just a golden elixir?"
With a low cry and a roll of his pupils, he raised his hand and patted his abdomen. A unique force of rules appeared, and the heaven and earth seemed to shake slightly.
With a crackling sound beside his ears, the golden elixir in his body shattered, but at the moment of the explosion, a figure exactly the same as the old man who had been conjured up by the power of the curse walked out.
"If you want to defeat King Chujiang, you have to at least restore me to the realm of the Curse King. But this is the realm of the master, and the power of the curse is sparse. Unless I use my secret technique and burn the last of my soul, only in this way can I reach the peak and compete with King Chujiang again!"
Feng Qingyang was silent. The witch beast under him seemed to sense his thoughts and let out a shrill roar that echoed in all directions and lingered for a long time.
"If it weren't for his unique aura that woke me up from my deep sleep, I would still be sleeping and still be someone else's puppet. But even if I woke up, it would only last for three short days. After three days, my soul would be gone."
Feng Qingyang's lips moved slightly, his expression bitter. He was originally a dead person, but a strong resentment refused to dissipate. Even if he woke up again at this moment, he could not be truly reborn.
"In this case, I can only burn myself to get back to my peak. The three days I originally had will be shortened to one day."
"One day?"
Feng Qingyang shook his black hair, seemingly unconcerned, and formed seals with his hands. The aura in his body surged, and a black light visible to the naked eye shot up into the sky. This extreme black almost covered the sky.
At the same time, the witch beast under him roared, arched its head, and placed it on a mountain not far ahead. With a loud bang, the mountain collapsed and an abyss appeared on the ground.
The roar that echoed endlessly, under the black flames, displayed its unparalleled majesty to the extreme. The roar appeared in the black fog, circling in the void, bursting out in an instant with unwillingness, anger, and regret.
A figure stepped out of Feng Qingyang's body and stood in front of him. This person was none other than the old man in his Dantian. The two looked at each other, unable to see their expressions, but able to tell that they were the same person.
Feng Qingyang stretched out his hand and pressed it on the old man's head. White mist rose. A look of pain appeared on the faces of both of them at the same time, but it turned into madness in an instant.
"Curse Technique!"