Feng Qingyang was not in a hurry to break the formation. Although the ancient dragon in the center of the seal was very tempting to him, it was nothing compared to his life.
The reason why we were able to come this far was, after all, because of the request of the son of the Lord of West City. However, we never expected that the situation would change so much.
As fate would have it, he was directly involved in this bloody storm. Although he was somewhat unwilling, fortunately it was profitable for him.
The state of selflessness made Feng Qingyang's soul reach the most ethereal state. His eyes were fixed on the light curtain in front of him. The barrier that seemed impossible to break in the eyes of others became so fragile in Feng Qingyang's eyes.
"I see. This seal might be just the last one, and it's not very strong. It just creates a confusion."
Feng Qingyang said to himself, he was more or less confused about this, because according to common sense, this shouldn't be the case.
In a forbidden area, as long as there is a seal, one level will be stronger than the other. However, this place where the ancient dragon was sealed gave him the feeling that the deeper he went, the weaker the seal would be.
It seemed to have been eroded, from the inside out. Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang shuddered all over, recalling that day when gullies appeared on the ground, the dragon clouds suspended in the sky roared and sank into the ground.
As well as the countless roars of ferocious beasts that followed, all sources seemed to come from here, but until now, there was nothing else except the sealing light curtain.
The important thing is that the dragon mark on his palm was almost peeled off alive, and the burning feeling was like thousands of tiny needles piercing his palm.
He suppressed his doubts and began to deduce the operation of the light curtain. He was well versed in the art of formations, so he was naturally familiar with all the formations and restrictions in the world.
"This barrier is not superimposed, but is formed by a magic weapon. In fact, there was no barrier originally, but the reason why it appears now is because of the treasure."
With a murmur, Feng Qingyang's eyes widened, and the flash of light that burst out almost melted the earth. Even the countless powerful demons behind him could clearly feel the breath he released.
"So strong. I didn't expect he could hide so deeply." Bai Xi took a deep breath, feeling a little complicated inside, thinking of the moment when he first met Feng Qingyang.
At that time, the opponent directly swept away all his formations, seemingly doing it effortlessly, as easy as taking something from a bag. He originally thought that he had overestimated him, but now it seems that he underestimated him after all.
At that time, Feng Qingyang's cultivation level was only close to the Demon King in his eyes, but his actual combat ability was earth-shattering. Even so, he could only barely hold on for a few rounds.
But now it seems that if the two of them were to fight again, it is still uncertain who would win or lose, after all, Feng Qingyang at that time was still deliberately hiding his cultivation level.
In this strange world, it is extremely important to hide your cultivation. You can't be too strong, otherwise you will attract attention. But you can't be too weak, otherwise you will be crushed and caused trouble by hateful people.
Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour had passed in this passage. Although the passage was not big, it was definitely not small, and there was no wind here.
But if you look closely at the people around you, except for the first few strong men, the rest of them have cold sweat on their faces and are looking at Feng Qingyang in fear.
Everyone was praying, praying that Feng Qingyang could break the formation quickly, otherwise no one present would be spared and would all die here.
After a long time, Feng Qingyang extended his spiritual sense and seemed to have figured out how the light curtain worked. Outsiders could not see the trick, but the people closest to him discovered something unusual.
Following the derivation of divine consciousness, in the center of the light curtain, there was a scabbard left there, suspended in the air, emitting bursts of light from time to time.
This light curtain is the source of the barrier in front of them. As long as the scabbard is taken over, the light curtain can be broken. It was at this time that Feng Qingyang moved.
He retracted his gaze, and began to make hand gestures with his hands, causing waves of force to spread out, making everyone mistakenly believe that Feng Qingyang wanted to break the formation violently. However, the next scene made them crane their necks in amazement.
His right hand, which was making hand seals, gently merged into the light curtain under the influence of seals. It seemed as if it was one with the light curtain.
Everyone was extremely surprised, but Feng Qingyang's heart began to beat rapidly. Just as his hand penetrated deep into the light curtain, which was infinitely close to the scabbard inside, an extremely greedy desire to devour suddenly came to his mind.
This desire did not come from him, but from the Blood Dance Demon Sword that he had forcibly snatched away. This sword was inherently strange and extremely powerful. Many times using it gave him a feeling of adding wings to a tiger.
If it can be perfected, will it be even more powerful? A flash of hesitation flashed through his mind, and then turned into decisiveness. It seemed that his hand was slowly going deeper into the light curtain, but in fact it was extremely fast.
He almost pounced at it, and the moment it penetrated deeply, he grabbed it without thinking and then pulled it out fiercely.
"What is that?"
“Could it be a treasure left over from ancient times?”
Everyone had different thoughts, but they all stared at Feng Qingyang, wanting to know what he was holding in his hand. At this moment, a whooshing sound came from the void.
The light curtain blocking everyone's way suddenly shattered, and right after it shattered, the passage that was originally thought to be there disappeared, and was replaced by a maze.
Countless passages appeared before his eyes, making it difficult to tell the real from the fake. At this moment, even Feng Qingyang seemed a little at a loss. Fortunately, he only panicked briefly before calming down.
The so-called "when the enemy comes, we will fight back with our generals; when the water comes, we will block it with earth" is exactly like this. Holding the scabbard in his hand, Feng Qingyang carefully examined it only at this moment.
The whole body was pitch black, with a dragon engraved on one side of the scabbard, and the other end had the words "Xuan Huang" written on it. When these two words came out, Feng Qingyang trembled all over.
"Xuan Huang? How could it be Xuan Huang? Could it be that this ancient dragon was suppressed and sealed by a powerful person from Xuan Huang? Rather than being suppressed by his own powerful enemy?"
Feng Qingyang's mind was suddenly confused. You know, not everyone knows about the Xuanhuang Land. That place is said to be in the center of the endless starry sky in the spiritual world.
What makes people yearn for it the most is that it is said to contain legends of ancient immortals. The Saint Tianhuan and Tiandu, whom he met in the ancient heart of Mars, seemed to have mentioned the Xuanhuang land to him vaguely. This shows that this place itself exists and is not just a legend.
"If this scabbard really came from the Xuanhuang Land, then the suppression of this dragon is definitely not that simple!"