As expected by everyone, the hilt of the sword shook at first, and then trembled violently, so that the entire five-colored altar seemed to be healing quietly.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that the so-called collapse of the five-colored altar into five pieces that fell in all directions was due to the suppression of the sword handle in the center.
If the hilt of the sword is pulled out at this moment, the altar will naturally heal again, thus opening the supreme formation that suppressed this place in ancient times. Only this place is the real gate leading to the place where the dragon is suppressed.
Everyone concentrated and held their breath. Even the White Rhino Cave Master widened his eyes at this moment. Although he could not obtain the mysterious hilt, he also wanted to take a good look at what this sword was.
For a moment, the entire passage became quiet again. Of course, the earth-shaking sound caused by the drawing of the sword was still there, and the roar was naturally endless.
"Get up!" Feng Qingyang's face turned crimson, as if he had encountered great obstacles. In fact, it was not just that. Although his strength was 399,990,000 jin, the hilt of the sword was extremely heavy.
It’s not that he can’t even lift the hilt of a sword, but the place where the sword is inserted, which is below the five-colored altar, has an extremely strong attraction.
Feng Qingyang did not notice this attraction at first, but as he tried harder, he gradually discovered the weirdness under the altar. It seemed as if a big hand was holding the sword firmly under the hilt.
It was precisely because of this that he could only shake it but not take it. Although the difficulty increased again, it did not mean that Feng Qingyang would give up the opportunity to draw his sword.
As early as the moment he grasped the sword, in addition to the changes in the scabbard and the snake girl, the dragon mark on the palm of his hand was also changing rapidly, from the initial dark red to the current bright red.
It was so beautiful that it looked like a drop of blood was carved into his palm. He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and thought about how to solve the strange thing below.
“If my guess is correct, this sword might be the one I saw in the hallucination before. It is its existence that has severely damaged the ancient dragon. I think the ancient dragon’s body is located under this five-colored altar.
However, if this is true, then when I shake the sword, the dragon's body below should react. It shouldn't stop me, but cooperate with me to get it out."
After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out. Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, and then a confident smile appeared on his face.
"I don't think it's trying to hinder me from below, but it wants to convey some idea to the person who draws the sword. This ancient dragon was originally a hegemon and a super strong man. Although he has been dead for countless years, the seal is now ready to move, and it is obvious that he has left a backup plan.
Even so, he did die here, so he must have left a backup plan when he died, quietly waiting for someone to come and draw his sword."
Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang suddenly closed his eyes, and the hand that was shaking the hilt of the sword stopped again. Naturally, his changes were all seen by everyone.
They didn't understand why Feng Qingyang stopped attacking. With his style, he would naturally strike while the iron is hot after he succeeded. This was the impression everyone had of Feng Qingyang.
But now it seems that this is not the case. Although no one knows what Feng Qingyang is thinking, even a fool can guess that he must have discovered something on the hilt of the sword.
Everyone who went to draw the sword secretly regretted why they did not carefully feel the hilt of the sword, but only thought about drawing the sword. In fact, it was not everyone's fault.
Being able to keep a clear mind in front of the treasure is obviously not an easy task, even for Feng Qingyang. If he had not calmly discovered a clue after the shaking, he would have still broken it with violence at this moment.
After closing his eyes and holding his breath, Feng Qingyang felt a unique rhythm being transmitted through the hilt of the sword.
Moreover, the transmission was extremely regular, as if it had been prepared in advance. Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
It is said that a centipede is still alive even after death. Originally, it was thought that even if the ancient dragon died, it had left a backup plan. But now this rhythm that had been prepared long ago, although very clever, was silently announcing a fact, that is, the ancient dragon had already died a long time ago.
Feng Qingyang let out a light sigh and put away his complicated feelings. He originally came here just to see the supreme grace of the dragon. If it was not dead or sleeping, then he might be able to use it for his own benefit.
Just imagine if he had the help of such a powerful person, he would probably be able to quickly lay a solid foundation in the three thousand cultivation stars in the spiritual world, so as to unify the Ghost King Sect and assist the Holy Prince to ascend the throne of the Holy Emperor again.
His original plan was just to find Yanhuo in the demon clan's area, and then continue to look for the questions left by the zombie clan in the world, and then trace the source, so as to impact the Xuanhuang land deep in the endless starry sky.
But now, his thoughts have changed. Since he has come to the demon clan's territory, he naturally has to do something, not to mention that the catastrophe is about to come.
The barriers between the palm world and the sealed world are about to be broken, and a great war will inevitably break out at that time. Only in this war can the original child of destiny be found.
Destiny, luck, feng shui, when all of these appear in the spiritual world, catastrophe will come again. This catastrophe is so strong that it will overturn several eras. Even the Holy Saint cannot escape it.
If you want to gain a glimmer of hope in a catastrophe, there is only one possibility, and that is to strengthen yourself before the catastrophe, and the prerequisite for strengthening yourself is to improve your own cultivation.
Feng Qingyang himself is a zombie. Unlike ordinary cultivators, his cultivation involves too much, so the resources consumed are also terrifying. Now he has a rich foundation, but it does not mean that it will be exhausted one day.
Especially now, after he broke through the late stage of Flying Zombie, he was eager to break through to the realm of Great Zombie King. Only by reaching the realm of Zombie King could he know some unprecedented secrets from the bloodline of Corpse King.
For example, the Taoism of the four ancient gods, Nuwa's Taoism obviously falls on Zhu Xuezhu, while Huo Zun's Taoism falls on him, so what about the other two Taoisms
Only by finding them can we understand the truth about why the ancient Hou Zun wanted to destroy the Heavenly Dao, as well as the mystery of the birth of zombies. Only in this way can we protect ourselves from the catastrophe.
Therefore, Feng Qingyang finally changed his original intention. In addition to looking for Yanhuo, he also wanted to assist the Holy Prince in subverting the demon clan's territory, so that he could have a great helper.
"Then, I'd like to see what you want to tell me." Feng Qingyang murmured, his eyes closed but not opened, but his mind was still focused on the hilt of the sword, and he began to study the meaning of the rhythm that was spreading out.