Feng Qingyang's eyebrows twitched, looking at Liu Xuan who was looking at him with a sly smile, and suddenly a warm feeling flashed through his heart. Some people naturally need no words, and they will directly show their trust in you through actions.
Some people, on the other hand, are full of lies, always talking about trust and friendship, but when it is really needed, they refuse with all kinds of reasons and excuses.
"Haha, it's a deal." The two smiled at each other. After a moment, Feng Qingyang strode away. His walking out attracted everyone's attention.
After all, he was the only one who had the possibility of obtaining the hilt. Somehow, it was an intuition and certainty, especially since Feng Qingyang still had the Xuanhuang scabbard on him.
Although they didn't know what the scabbard would do, even a fool could guess the unusual mystery contained in it.
It didn't take long for Feng Qingyang to pass through the chaos around him and come to the center of the five-colored altar. Looking at the hilt of the sword inserted into the ground, he had a myriad of thoughts in his mind.
It looks like a hilt, but anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that this is a complete sword. The blade is deeply inserted into the ground, perhaps too deep, leaving no gap between the hilt and the ground.
Even if one uses spiritual sense to investigate, one cannot clearly see the sword hidden inside. This shows how extraordinary this sword is.
"Xuanhuang Sword Scabbard, I guess you are the Xuanhuang Sword." Feng Qingyang's eyes were as deep as water as he looked at the hilt on the ground. At this moment, the scabbard in his hand was beating even more violently.
His expression remained unchanged, but a hint of caution could be seen in it. He took a deep breath, reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword, and the moment he grasped it, he suddenly found himself in an unfamiliar world.
The sky was blood red, the earth was in tatters, and at the junction of the sky and the earth, a huge crack suddenly appeared.
The hole was not like the so-called broken void, but it directly annihilated the void. If you look inside along the hole, you will definitely find that there is an unfamiliar starry sky there.
It is vast and boundless, revealing a sense of depth and mystery that can attract people's attention at a glance. Although there are not too many stars arranged in the starry sky, each one reveals an extremely powerful aura.
And just after this opening appeared, a star suddenly trembled rapidly in the strange starry sky, and then a light blue light fell from the sky.
The light came so quickly that it suddenly descended into this world almost at the moment the hole appeared. It was invincible in the world.
When it landed, it directly pierced through an ancient dragon floating in the void.
A mournful cry was heard, and the dragon's body fell to the ground, turning into a continuous and undulating mountain. The moment the mountain appeared, seals appeared again from the hole.
This seal seemed to be just for calling certain things. When it appeared, countless powerful beings came here across the void like rocks crossing a river.
When they saw the mountains appearing below, their faces changed and they all used their magical powers to move the place away, leaving behind a large plain.
After doing all this, the sky returned to its normal color, the mighty figure disappeared, and only a huge sword was left inserted across the ground.
As time goes by and cause and effect cycle, after the ancient times, it went through the evolution of the Middle Ages and modern times, and finally turned into the wasteland exile place it is today. Feng Qingyang came to his senses and looked at the hilt of the sword in silence.
"Could it be that you really come from that mysterious world?" His eyes became brighter and brighter, almost turning into a real star, and he felt the rough hilt of the sword in his hand.
Suddenly, an idea came into his mind. This idea did not appear on its own, but turned into a faint call. This call was particularly familiar. It was the call he felt in the thick fog when he stood on the west gate that day.
He exerted force with his hands, trying to pull up the hilt of the sword, but just as his magic power was working, a powerful force with an extremely malicious feel suddenly emanated from the hilt.
Feng Qingyang was very familiar with this power. It was the great sage bloodline flowing in the body of the White Rhino Cave Master. He just didn't know what means he had used to engrave it on the hilt of the sword.
At that moment, his vision blurred and he found himself standing in a dim world. The world was empty except for a tall man standing in front of him with his hands behind his back.
This person has a strong demonic aura and is extremely powerful. Seeing him feels like seeing a Saint among the human race, but ordinary Saints will restrain their aura to avoid hurting innocent people.
But this man seemed to be afraid that others didn't know about his status as a great sage. Although his back was facing Feng Qingyang, he felt as if he was being stared at coldly from all directions.
Feng Qingyang's whole body trembled, and under this tremendous pressure, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. In the eyes of other people in the passage, Feng Qingyang at this moment was no different from the man who had retreated in the beginning.
Their faces were all red and their bodies were swollen. What was even more terrifying was that he vomited blood and seemed to have suffered more serious injuries than the man.
"What happened to him?" Liu Xuan exclaimed. When his eyes met Bai Xi's seemingly complacent gaze, he had the answer in his mind. It went without saying that he must have done something.
If Liu Xuan wasn't so embarrassed, he would have wanted to tear the White Rhino Cave Master to pieces. He took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
Looking at Feng Qingyang in front of him, his brows were furrowed. Although he and Feng Qingyang had not known each other for long, they felt like old friends at first sight. It was a unique feeling.
Although neither of them had reached the point of risking their lives for him, he was still very worried about Feng Qingyang at this moment. This was how it was between friends.
"If I can't get it, you can forget about it either." Bai Xi's eyes were gloomy. At this moment, he didn't look like a hero at all. He was clearly a complete and cunning villain.
And at this moment, something strange happened. Feng Qingyang, who was originally listless, suddenly seemed to have taken a tonic pill, and his originally bloated body recovered in an instant.
"Just relying on your bloodline of the demon clan's great saint from who knows what era, you want to harm me? Do you think I'm a cabbage on the roadside that you can step on as you please?"
Feng Qingyang roared inwardly and suddenly raised his head. His eyes were like lightning and pierced directly at the White Rhino Cave Master who was standing beside the crowd. His sharp eyes were like two sharp knives, which made the White Rhino Cave Master retreat again and again, and finally turned his head away and didn't look at him.
"It's you, you bastard. I thought you were a hero." Feng Qingyang cursed inwardly, and his blood surged. He did not circulate the Corpse King's blood.
But at the critical moment, the Green Lotus of Creation in his body suddenly trembled, and a ray of green light appeared. Although this green light seemed to be only a ray, the pressure it exuded was extremely heavy.
It seemed to be able to crush the heaven and earth. After it appeared again, it directly crushed the bloodline of the demon clan's great saint into pieces. Without any resistance, it completely collapsed.
And just at the moment of collapse, the white rhino behind the crowd changed his expression from the initial gloom to a pale color, and at the same time, a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes.