Feng Qingyang pointed at the seven wriggling holes in the sky and said.
"Remember, this is the most powerful magical power. Do not move away from where you are now standing. Otherwise, life and death are determined by fate. Do not blame others."
The old Yin-Yang monster took a deep look at Feng Qingyang, and without saying a word, he took out the magic weapon in his hand, made a hand gesture, and hit the first cut with incredible accuracy in an instant.
As he made his move, several people came out from behind again, among them was the person who had previously offered up the magic gourd. His speed might not be fast, but the fluctuation of his magic power was the strongest.
The gourd turned and the bottle mouth was reversed, like a sledgehammer, smashing the second hole. At the same time, the remaining holes were also attacked at the same time. All this was done almost instantly.
"Half a breath!"
Feng Qingyang whispered in a low voice. The sound was not loud, but everyone still heard it accurately. When they looked up, they saw that the hole that was attacked began to tremble, as if brewing a bigger backlash.
At this moment, the seven people attacking from below had already prepared for the second time. They pushed their hands forward and a beam of light suddenly rose up, like an upside-down chopstick, instantly cutting off the seven cuts that were about to burst.
There was a sudden tremor all around, as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing, and the seven holes in the sky made shattering sounds. Then, when it reached the end, a passage appeared again.
Everyone was delighted and swarmed towards it without paying attention to Feng Qingyang's instructions. The Yin-Yang monster and the man holding the gourd were no exception.
He glanced at Feng Qingyang and then walked forward. For a moment, the scene became deserted. Bai Xi suppressed the impulse in his heart and looked at Feng Qingyang, only to see him nod to him.
"Let's go." Calling the man beside him, the two of them went in first. At the same time, Feng Qingyang also took a step forward, but at the moment of taking a step, he suddenly felt uneasy.
Looking back, I saw that the Xuanwu Futian on the ground was sinking suddenly. At the moment of sinking, a vague human figure appeared there.
His eyes flashed and he stopped immediately, wanting to look back to find out what was going on, but when he turned around, the black shadow had disappeared, and the way back had disappeared along with it.
He released his spiritual sense and swept across the location where the figure appeared, but the information he obtained was empty, without the slightest breath. That feeling almost made him think he was seeing an illusion.
He shook his head and thought to himself that fortune and misfortune are closely related. Since he dared to take the risk here, he should be prepared for any crisis that might arise at any time. He looked at the people in front of him and saw that they had disappeared at the end. He took a deep breath and turned into a long rainbow following closely behind them.
Not long after, he gradually caught up with the people in front of him. Along the way, ever since the black shadow appeared, he always felt that something was wrong.
If he had not come here and had no chance to turn back, he really wanted to leave directly, but he would feel unwilling to do so, after all, he had already paid too much to get here.
He walked over with a normal expression, and fortunately not many people in front noticed him. Suddenly, he looked back again, and the feeling of being watched appeared again.
But what he saw when he turned around was pitch black, with nothing else except the passage. Feng Qingyang was frightened. The feeling that someone was always watching him in secret was really creepy.
"Fellow Daoist, do you have anything to say?" The man behind Bai Xi turned around and looked at Feng Qingyang. He saw that his face was gloomy and he seemed to be hesitating about something.
After the previous acquaintance, he had obviously placed Feng Qingyang on the same level. If it weren't for him, everyone would have been in trouble if they had forced their way through the seven openings.
I'm afraid the damage will be even greater, and the number of people who can survive will be very few. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little favorable towards Feng Qingyang again.
"It's nothing. This place is a little unusual. You have to be careful." Feng Qingyang said in a voice transmission, and then walked past the crowd to the side of Bai Xi and the man.
"There is no road here, but there is an altar ahead, and it seems to be another formation. If you want to pass, you can only break the formation." Bai Xi said, looking at Feng Qingyang's back.
The reason why they all stayed here was because of the suppression, and secondly because of Feng Qingyang, they wanted to see if he could see any clues.
The altar was pentagonal in shape, with countless powerful and ferocious beasts engraved on each side, as if they were the battles between ferocious beasts in the ancient battlefield. They moved slowly and vividly, and a pair of eyes that almost bulged out of their sockets caught everyone's attention, which surprised them even more.
I originally thought that my cultivation was strong enough, but now it seems that if my current cultivation level were placed in ancient times, I'm afraid I could only be barely called a strong person.
The world is changing, and those powerful beings have long since perished in the passage of time. Now, at the end of the ancient times, the spiritual energy of the world is even weaker. Although he has the realm of a demon king, compared with the demon king of ancient times, his strength is probably not as good as that of the demon king. There is probably a world of difference.
Here, even if Feng Qingyang came forward, they would still wait for him there. After all, the big formation was different from ordinary magical powers.
The formation is ever-changing and impossible to defend against, but supernatural powers can think of ways to break and resist it.
Little did they know that deep inside the altar, just below it, there was a broken sword. The sword was quite similar to the Blood Dance Demon Sword, but the former was obviously more powerful.
There are countless lava on all sides of the broken sword. They look like lava, but in fact they are corpse pits filled with broken limbs and flesh. If you look closely into the pit, you will find countless bones.
Each piece of bones was left over from ancient times. Some belonged to humans, and some belonged to demons, but more of them were a kind of bones that no one had ever heard of.
The bones looked like humans, but there were three holes on the skull where the eyes had disappeared. If there was only one, it might have seemed normal, but except for the broken flesh in the center, everything else around it was a skull with three holes.
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At the same time, Feng Qingyang, who was standing next to the altar, was looking ahead with a puzzled look. Although the five-sided altar was not big, it gave him the feeling of an independent world.
"Could it be a magic weapon?" He muttered, then took two steps forward, stood in front of the crowd, and said: "Compared to the first formation, this altar is much more difficult, I need some time."
His voice was low and deep, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart directly. Just by listening to his tone, they felt a sense of oppression and heaviness. If he couldn't solve it, no one else could.
As he spoke, he went there alone. If he didn't go up to the altar, he wouldn't know what was inside. But going up like this was definitely not right. If something unexpected happened, wouldn't he become a stepping stone
Thinking of this, he suddenly turned around and grinned at this kind of person.