As soon as he pressed it, a sharp roar came from the stone gate, and almost at the moment when the palm was pressed, the ancient dragon mark on the palm suddenly broke away from the body and quietly imprinted on the center of the stone gate.
And at this moment, the stone gate disappeared, and in its place was a deep and secluded passage. The passage was winding and circling like a sleeping dragon leaning over the ground.
A faint halo spread out from the deepest part, and with it came a strong smell of blood. Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up and he thought to himself that there was hope.
The smell of blood was extremely fresh, as if a fight had just broken out deep inside. If there was no smell of blood, Feng Qingyang might not have dared to step forward, after all, he would have become a stepping stone.
And now, since there is someone in front of him, he will move forward without hesitation. What's more, the mark on the palm of his hand is shaking more violently at this time, and the faint light is almost like a burning flame.
Feng Qingyang was silent for a moment. After the Rex Rabbit Passage, he did not continue forward. Instead, he suddenly sat cross-legged on the spot, quietly feeling the breath coming from the passage ahead.
He originally wanted to go directly to the deepest part, but the moment he stepped in, the blood that was rushing towards him suddenly changed direction. It was because of this moment of change that he was so cautious and stayed where he was.
Time passed slowly, about three days had passed. When Feng Qingyang felt the breath of the void became a little weaker, he suddenly became alert, his eyes widened, and he suddenly stood up from the ground.
"It's a cycle of three days. That's not the smell of blood, but it has always existed. It seems that the previous guesses and plans are all empty talk." Feng Qingyang murmured, looking ahead with an uncertain expression, hesitating whether to continue moving forward.
But thinking of the benefits that could be gained by entering, Feng Qingyang dispelled the doubts in his heart, pondered for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and rushed forward.
The speed was not fast, but compared to the speed he had entered before, it was also extremely fast. After half a day, he almost forgot how many caves and detours he had bypassed.
What was displayed in front of him at this moment was a seal. This seal had seven holes, and each hole was emitting a faint bloody smell, but it was relatively weak at this moment.
"Could this be the source?" A faint sound came from the empty passage, swirling around and finally turning into a roar like a river.
"Who?" Feng Qingyang's eyelids jumped, and his spiritual sense spread out like an overwhelming force. In just a moment, he realized that countless people were gradually appearing in the surrounding void. Judging from their number, there were at least one or two hundred people.
But there are about one or two hundred powerful demon kings, and the weakest ones are at the peak of the early stage of demon king. Feng Qingyang took a breath of cold air and wondered if he had come to a bandit's nest, then turned around to look.
As expected, there were hundreds of powerful beings just on the name level, but their attention did not stay on Feng Qingyang, but directly passed him and looked at the seven Confucius behind him.
"I said you hid the wine. You made such a big fuss. If we don't get an answer, we won't let you go." A burly man walked out of the crowd. He was big and strong and looked like a reckless man.
But even though he was such a reckless man, no one could underestimate him. Feng Qingyang knew this man. He was the master of the White Rhino Cave who had fought with him in the Thirty-Six Caves.
The two looked at each other and both smiled, but the latter's smile was a little bitter. Although she knew that she might meet him again, she didn't expect it to happen so soon.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
"How are you?" Feng Qingyang clasped his hands and bowed to the white rhino. Then he walked forward and stood side by side with the white rhino. It was not until this moment that people around him began to look Feng Qingyang up and down.
"The cultivation level is at the peak of a demon general? Not even at the early stage of a demon king? Aren't you just seeking death?" Someone sneered. Everyone else had different expressions, some hesitant and some disdainful.
In short, due to the ways of the world, when his cultivation level was exposed, he had completely left the weakest image of himself in everyone's mind, of course, with the exception of the White Rhino.
He was the only one who had fought with Feng Qingyang and knew how powerful he was. He also clearly remembered that he had severely injured him that day. If he were him, it would take at least half a year for him to recover.
But what he never expected was that such a short time had passed before Feng Qingyang appeared in his eyes again, full of energy and vitality. Such a strong recovery strength, like an undefeated cockroach, really shocked him.
Although he was surprised, he did not show it on his face. On the contrary, he spoke to Feng Qingyang very affectionately. In the eyes of others, the two of them were old friends who had been separated for many years.
As they were chatting, the seven small holes that were originally fixed in the air suddenly twisted, turning like the Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish. Almost at the moment of turning, Feng Qingyang's face changed.
The wriggling little hole, at the moment of trembling, suddenly spurted out seven red threads visible to the naked eye. The threads seemed weak, but they were suspended in the air and made a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
Then there was a whistling sound, and it rushed into the crowd at the speed of flowing light. Before everyone could react, they saw that the man who had initially laughed at Feng Qingyang was suddenly entangled by the silk thread.
And at the moment of being entangled, screams were heard, and the man's body began to rot. The speed was not fast, but extremely horrifying. Not to mention the entangled parts, flesh and blood were falling off piece by piece, and at the moment of falling off, countless wriggling maggots appeared.
Such a disgusting scene is extremely rare, but this powerful being is a mid-stage demon king after all. After a brief howl, he came to his senses and began to expel it.
But who would have known that the more he used his magic power, the faster his whole body would rot, and almost the moment he took a step, countless pieces of flesh and blood fell off again, looking horrible to the extreme.
"Save me." Finally, he reluctantly stopped the circulation of his magic power, but it did not relieve the pain in his body. Moreover, as he took a step forward, the red threads on his body struck the man closest to him directly in the center of his eyebrows like lightning.
At that moment, screams were heard again, a strong smell of blood spread, and a terrifying atmosphere spread in an instant, emerging in everyone's heart.
At this moment, the man who had initially laughed at Feng Qingyang, perhaps realizing his bad luck, stared at Feng Qingyang coldly as he was about to die.
Sure enough, at the moment when the two men looked at each other, he exerted his strength and rushed towards Feng Qingyang step by step. At the same time, he pinched his fingers with one hand and his whole body suddenly swelled up.
"If I die, I will take you, little bastard, with me." He roared and approached Feng Qingyang in an instant. In his eyes, Feng Qingyang had the weakest cultivation and was also the most capable of killing.
But just as he was approaching, Feng Qingyang did not dodge. His bright eyes suddenly flashed and he smiled as he looked at the man coming towards him.
"You want to take me with you even if you want to die? Do you have the ability to do that?"