It is said that a smile can bring out all the charm, but when he turned around, the people behind him broke out in cold sweats and looked at him in fear.
It’s not that they are afraid of Feng Qingyang, but everyone present is a powerful being who has broken through the realm of Demon King. Each of them is extremely meticulous and thoughtful. Looking at his smile, they always feel it is extremely weird.
But it was only a brief moment, Feng Qingyang turned his head. The moment he turned back, the smile on his face gradually froze, replaced by indifference and coldness.
"Do you take me as a fool, a stepping stone?" He snorted coldly, his eyes rolled around, and he moved forward again, stopping less than one meter away from the altar.
At this distance, one could already see clearly what was inside. The closed altar had no color, but there was a small gap in the center. Seeing this, Feng Qingyang immediately released his spiritual sense and swept towards the gap.
Standing there silently, seemingly without any movement, he was actually extremely alert at this moment, almost like a taut bowstring that could explode at any time.
The closer he got to the altar, the more frightened he felt. At this moment, his spiritual sense covered the altar and his eyes were fixed on its center. The magic power in his body had already begun to operate, ready to deal with any abnormality that was about to occur.
Not long after, Feng Qingyang suddenly withdrew his spiritual sense and took a strange step forward. This step seemed to connect heaven and earth, and the original feeling of tension disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Coming to the altar, I looked at the hole in it. It seemed familiar no matter how I looked at it. While thinking, I flipped my hand and held the upside-down Blood Dance Demon Sword in my hand.
"Could it be that this is just a key?" He muttered to himself, then looked at the magic sword in his hand again. Feeling the trembling breath in it, he smiled indifferently.
Then he inserted it towards the gap. This insertion was not important. What was important was that at the moment the magic sword entered, a roar suddenly came from the void in all directions.
As the roar appeared, a strong wind arose, almost covering everyone's vision the moment the roar appeared, even their spiritual consciousness.
When the strong wind disappeared, Feng Qingyang was seen standing on the altar, with the magic sword in his hand half inserted, and then turning slightly in all directions.
Clank clank clang!
Several extremely harsh and heavy metal collision sounds were heard. At the same time, the magic sword in Feng Qingyang's hand glowed red and began to tremble violently.
Feng Qingyang was shocked and thought to himself that it was not good. Although this magic sword was not a good thing, it was an extremely rare and handy weapon for him, so he naturally did not want anything unexpected to happen to it.
Thinking of this, he exerted force with his hand, but instead of continuing to thrust it downwards, he slowly pulled it upwards. He did not draw the sword very fast, almost as fast as an ant.
The people below were terrified, but perhaps Feng Qingyang did not notice that when he drew his sword, a shadowy figure appeared behind him.
What's terrifying is that this figure actually had the same plan as Feng Qingyang. Not only that, when Feng Qingyang drew his sword, he also pulled out a sword from nothingness.
The sword had no substance, but one could still feel the powerful pressure contained in it. The people below could see it clearly, but Feng Qingyang on the altar still knew nothing.
At this moment, he seemed to have lost his soul. After the magic sword was drawn out, he did not take it back. Instead, at the moment it appeared, he took a deep breath and swung it suddenly behind him.
With this wave, ripples suddenly appeared in the void, like a lake blown by a strong wind. After the ripples appeared, they quickly spread out in all directions.
As the ripples gradually spread, a rumbling sound began to be heard, deafening and continuous. The passage was not very spacious to begin with, and when the sound appeared, it tended to accumulate and finally formed a storm.
After the storm appeared, Feng Qingyang stomped his feet towards the carbon deposits without looking back, then glared and looked at the void behind him, as if he had already noticed it.
There was no trace of confusion in his sharp and flashing eyes. He took a deep look at the people below, transmitted a message to the white rhino, and then his body shook and disappeared on the spot.
And just after he disappeared, the strong wind that had originally appeared in the passage also subsided. Everyone finally came to their senses, but when they looked at the altar again, there was no trace of Feng Qingyang.
"Where are the people?" Some people exclaimed, and some even cursed, all pointing fingers at Feng Qingyang for being irresponsible. But how could they know that all this was already planned by Feng Qingyan
"Follow me." At this time, the white rhino stepped forward and roared. His cultivation was strong and he was a white rhino, so his voice carried a natural sense of power and oppression.
"He didn't leave, but was sucked into the formation. This altar is not a formation, but serves as a teleportation." He argued confidently, but in fact he felt extremely weird in his heart. Feng Qingyang told him this through voice transmission when he disappeared.
In order to verify his thoughts, Bai Xi leaped and came directly to the edge of the altar. When he got on the stage, he understood Feng Qingyang's previous strangeness.
Turning back and nodding to everyone, he pretended to draw out a small golden sword that was gleaming with light, but he did not insert it. Instead, he secretly followed the method that Feng Qingyang had already told him and lightly drew the sword across the altar.
With this stroke, the small sword in his hand disappeared, but the strong wind that had disappeared reappeared. Then he stretched out his big hand and directly pulled up the man who had been with him below and walked towards the center of the storm.
The departure of the two of them immediately stimulated the people below, and soon a storm came, but this storm was not caused by the altar, but came from within them.
However, when they walked onto the altar, they instantly understood, and only then did they understand the function of the altar. It was clearly a teleportation array.
They did not use their magic weapons as usual, but secretly cursed Feng Qingyang's prank, then looked towards the center of the altar, waved it lightly, a strong wind blew, and everyone disappeared one after another.
"It's not over yet, this is still a passage." When everyone appeared, they found that they were still in the passage, but the atmosphere here seemed countless times more dangerous than the previous place.
The walls all around were covered in flesh and blood. Although they were from ancient times, they now looked as if they had just been formed. The bloody walls were still dripping with blood.
Tick-tick, tick-tick, the sound hitting the ground was like an extremely piercing bell, constantly stimulating the already tense nerves of everyone present.
"This is the breath of an ancient dragon. It is definitely his breath. This is such a rich blood energy. If I were to go into seclusion again, I can guarantee that I would be able to use this blood energy to gain a blessing."
Some people exclaimed, their expressions moved, and some even couldn't wait to sit cross-legged on the spot and start meditating and practicing. It seemed that they would not move forward any further.