Returning to the crowd, Feng Qingyang was stunned by Bai Xi's burning gaze. He then looked at the rest of the people and, as expected, except for Liu Xuan, the others had the same expression as Bai Xi.
It seems that Feng Qingyang's putting away of his sword after drawing it has already made them feel disgusted, but so what? He snorted coldly, and although he was unhappy in his heart, he did not show it on his face.
"This sword is quite strange. I will definitely let everyone study it carefully after we get out, but for now, it is better for us to open the altar first."
Feng Qingyang changed the subject and looked towards the five-colored altar in front of him. Because the Xuanhuang Sword had been pulled out, the five pieces of the altar that had spread out had begun to merge.
Like a wriggling worm, it began to wriggle the moment the Xuanhuang Sword disappeared. This was the prelude to fusion. In the blink of an eye, when you looked again, two or three pieces had merged together.
If there weren't so many people around at the moment, Feng Qingyang really wanted to sit down alone and study it carefully. This mysterious five-colored altar always gave him a mysterious atmosphere.
As Feng Qingyang changed the subject, everyone finally stopped asking about the sword. However, it was obvious that they were very dissatisfied with Feng Qingyang's ability to pull it out, even though they knew that only Feng Qingyang could obtain it.
"You see, after the altar is integrated, it will turn into a teleportation array, and the place of teleportation, if I am not mistaken, is the place where the ancient dragon's true body is."
Feng Qingyang said this in a decisive tone. His words were like a reassurance pill, calming everyone's hearts. Of course, these words were mainly directed at some of them.
Feng Qingyang was very polite to Liu Xuan, the man holding the magic gourd and the Yin-Yang monster. After all, the three of them did not come forward to draw their swords, so naturally they would not be dissatisfied with him.
"Are you serious, fellow Daoist?" Bai Xi stepped forward and looked at Feng Qingyang deeply. His gaze was like a knife, trying to find something in his eyes, but after a long time, he finally withdrew his gaze.
Feng Qingyang's eyes were like the calm dead water of the past, without any ripples. He could see through it at a glance, yet he could also feel powerless to do anything. This feeling made him helpless, but his fear of Feng Qingyang in his heart became even stronger.
It's funny to say that when Feng Qingyang began to be wary of him, the other party had already noticed Feng Qingyang's strange attitude towards each other. It is always a good thing to be prepared for a rainy day.
"If what you said is false, I will give you the broken sword that I got before." Feng Qingyang frowned, his face looked a little unhappy, as if he was extremely displeased with Bai Xi's aggressive question.
But now everyone is almost tied to the same rope, and we all prosper and suffer together. What's more, now is not the time to turn against each other, so I have to suppress my inner irritation and explain patiently.
“Before I drew my sword, I’m sure you all saw me meditating on the ground. In fact, I discovered something was wrong at that time. The ground was shaking, and a trace of blood leaked out from the broken five-colored altar. This blood came from the real body of the dragon.
Moreover, the blood energy is quite old. Although it is not very strong, it is extremely pure. If we collect thousands of them, I am afraid that just this blood energy alone can help us break through quickly. "
These words were like a stimulant. The White Rhino Cave Master stopped asking questions and looked hesitantly at the five-colored altar in front of him. Finally, he believed what Feng Qingyang said.
Not only that, even the most powerful one nodded his head. Although he did not draw the mysterious sword, with his super strong cultivation, he also felt a special breath coming from the hilt of the sword, but he did not think much about it at that time.
But now hearing Feng Qingyang mention it, he began to recall that the breath that came at that time did seem to be very similar to blood, but he had never thought of it.
That was not blood at all, but a message from ancient times, and this message was hidden in the broken sword. Even if he remembered it now, he could do nothing about it after the sword had fallen into Feng Qingyang's hands.
What's more, it seems that Liu Xuan and the other two are on Feng Qingyang's side. If they really fight, it is hard to say who will win or lose.
Thinking of this, he could only sigh in regret, sighing at Feng Qingyang's good luck. Although he discovered the abnormality of Feng Qingyang's body and that he did not seem to be a human, he had never associated it with zombies.
After all, zombie is a synonym for puppet, and Feng Qingyang did not introduce himself, so he was unable to figure out his identity for a while.
But it happened that this broken sword was undoubtedly a timely help to Feng Qingyang, as if it had been left here for him personally. The Taoist temple of Qiongzun and the ancient secrets were exactly what Feng Qingyang continued to know.
After obtaining the broken sword, Feng Qingyang felt a little conflicted. On the one hand, he still wanted to assist the Holy Prince in overthrowing the current rule of the demon clan. On the other hand, he was eager to unlock the information on the broken sword, as it involved the origin of zombies.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally gave up the idea. He was not strong now, and even if he discovered the truth, he might not be able to change it. It would be better to overthrow the demon clan's territory and break through his cultivation first.
After making up his mind, he stopped talking and focused his gaze on the five-colored altar in front of him, waiting for its final opening. As long as it was opened, he could enter it and collect the dragon's blood.
However, it is not known whether I will encounter any crisis at that time. While I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a clicking sound in my ears. The sound was faint, but it seemed a bit abrupt in the already quiet place.
When he came to his senses, he saw that the five-colored altar had been merged together again, and it was emitting layers of halos that looked unusual.
The halo was dark red with a bloody smell. Although it was a bit strange, everyone present was overjoyed after seeing it. This was clearly the blood of a dragon.
It seems that the direction that this altar is transmitting in must be the center of suppression. Concentrating their minds, everyone kept moving forward, and finally stopped to look at Feng Qingyang behind them.
"Fellow Daoist, are you worried about something?" Seeing Feng Qingyang silent, Bai Xi spoke first. Ever since he discovered that something was wrong with Feng Qingyang, he had been making things difficult for him, wishing to ask all the questions in his heart.
Seeing Feng Qingyang not saying anything at this time, Bai Xi naturally couldn't keep his cool and looked at the people around him, as if they were all waiting for Feng Qingyang's answer.
"Nothing, I was just thinking that it seemed a little too easy for us to get in. If it was so easy, would this forbidden area still be considered a forbidden area?"
His casual words immediately aroused everyone's suspicion. Along the way, they did not encounter too many life-and-death crises. Even if they did, they were easily resolved in front of Feng Qingyang. Listening to him say this at this moment, it seemed to be true.
"Is there anything unusual here?"
“Maybe!”