That hole was like an inflatable body that had been deposited for thousands of years. The moment it broke, all the resentment inside burst out, and at the same time, a suction force was generated, thus achieving a perfect balance between tension and relaxation.
Just like a fish entering the water, its gills will always close and open. Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang sat cross-legged on the spot, covering all directions with his spiritual awareness, and began to meditate on the spot.
The waiting time is always long. During this short period of meditation, Feng Qingyang opened his eyes three times in total. Each time, he looked at the opening of the disheveled hair to see if it could stop.
Perhaps he was lucky, and before long, the opening's hair reached a critical point, causing it to enter a closed state. Once this state appeared, the sticky gas was gone.
He took two steps forward and came to the edge of the opening. He looked inside cautiously, but saw a dark space, how deep it was. The space inside seemed very different from the entrance.
Although it was not as big as he had imagined, one person could still fall successfully without having to worry about hitting his head on the way. After hesitating for a while, he finally chose to go in.
This passage was a bit like a teleportation array, at least that was Feng Qingyang's understanding. After entering, the confusion in front of his eyes and the strong wind in his ears were silently telling him that he was being teleported.
It seemed like a century had passed. When the sound of the wind and the roaring sound disappeared, Feng Qingyang looked around again. The empty cave seemed to have no end in sight.
And around this cave, there were countless corpses lying. They all looked like monks who had entered from the outside world. However, the terrifying thing was that their bodies were not damaged, but the souls in their minds had disappeared.
"Devouring the soul? Could it be that this ancient dragon has been resurrected?" He walked to the nearest corpse while thinking, and fumbled around behind him.
After a long time, a smile finally appeared on his face, and he took out a storage bag from him. Feng Qingyang was not a money-grubbing person, but why not take advantage of the opportunity
If it was left here it would just rot. If it was in his hands perhaps it could be developed and flourished. He thought so in his mind and immediately extended his spiritual sense to erase the mark on the storage bag.
"This person must be of extraordinary status. There are so many spiritual herbs and medicines in his storage bag." He muttered and looked at the corpses lying all around. There were hundreds of them at least.
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"This trip was worthwhile. Fortunately, I got a lot of rewards." Feng Qingyang squatted in the corner of the cave, looking at the last storage bag and said to himself. There were not many things here. After all, they were all suppressed people. How could they have many priceless treasures
"I just don't know what killed them. Their souls were only devoured. And judging from their peaceful appearance, they don't seem to know how they died."
Feng Qingyang stood against the wall, thinking about the weirdness of this place. Suddenly, he felt something sharp coming from behind him, which made his back hurt.
You know, something that can make him feel pain must be very hard. He turned around, reached out his hand, stroked it for a while, and then pulled it out.
"Crystal?" Feng Qingyang said strangely, frowning. This thing was only the size of a fist, crystal clear, and in the shape of a diamond.
Before this, it was this sharp object that hit his back: "It's not a spirit stone, it's a sealing thing." Feng Qingyang murmured.
In the center of the crystal, there was a vague shadow, only the size of a finger. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a bee, lifelike and looked as if it were alive.
"God-killing bee, this is definitely a God-killing bee." Feng Qingyang almost cried out in surprise. The bee in the crystal was indeed a God-killing bee. God-killing bees existed in ancient times.
The one in this crystal is probably the last one in the world today. It is said that in ancient times, there existed bees that could brew the nectar of the God-killing Flower.
This bee does not have strong attack power, but it can brew two things. One of them is the God-killing Nectar. It is named God-killing Nectar, so you can imagine how poisonous this thing is.
There is also something that can dissolve all kinds of time toxins. No matter what kind of poison it is, as long as the God-killing Bee sucks it, it can be refined and swallowed.
This God-killing Bee and the Eight-winged God-killing Bee that Feng Qingyang cut out when he was cutting stones in the world of cultivation are two different concepts. The former was a top-level item in ancient times, while the latter was much better.
"With this thing, the danger I am in here can be reduced to a minimum. After all, the God-killing Bee can absorb toxins. The most terrifying thing here, besides the suppressed ancient dragon, is this pervasive obstacle.
This barrier is extremely poisonous. I had to use my magic power to resist the erosion of this barrier when I came in. I didn't expect to be able to obtain the God-killing Bee here. I really have the blessing of the Qitian magic. "
Feng Qingyang muttered something and calmly put the crystal into his storage ring. With the crystal, he believed that the God-killing Bee was not dead yet.
Extending his spiritual sense to scan the four directions, he could see everything inside the cave. At the innermost end, there was a stone door, which was three meters high and had countless patterns engraved on it.
Feng Qingyang's heart moved, and he looked towards the place where the stone gate was. His body moved, and he rushed away like lightning. Almost at the moment of rushing, he arrived in front of the stone gate.
Feng Qingyang looked more and more shocked as he looked at the pattern above. This pattern was not an ordinary thing, but a record of the life of a dragon from ancient times.
From its birth to its dominance over the world and its rise to dominance, it stirred up the clouds in heaven and earth, trying to break through the final limit and become an ancient blue dragon.
But in the end, it was attacked by countless enemies. Amid the natural disaster and enemies, he was powerless to save the situation. Finally, he died here. His body fell from the sky and turned this place into an endless wasteland.
Not only that, although it fell, its body, which had already transformed half into the Azure Dragon, was almost indestructible. In the end, its ancient enemy had no choice but to suppress it completely.
This turned this place into a forbidden area, and this forbidden area is what the demon clan now calls the Wasteland Exile Land. Feng Qingyang stood in front of the stone gate and fell into deep thought.
"If this is the place where the ancient dragon was suppressed, then why is there a pattern on this stone door? Who engraved this pattern for it?"
While he was thinking, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his palm. He looked down and saw that the faint light emitted by the dragon mark on his palm became increasingly intense and finally turned into a scorching heat.
Under this scorching heat, Feng Qingyang's right hand gradually rose up involuntarily and he slowly pressed against the stone door in front of him.