"Maybe not." Feng Qingyang said in a deep voice, looking at the huge red halo that appeared in front of him, feeling the vigorous blood in it, and clearly reflecting the different faces of everyone in it.
This feeling is like seeing a peerless powerful being suddenly beheaded. At the moment of beheading, all the blood in his body condenses into one piece, and then begins to explode, covering the sky and the sun.
Even though Feng Qingyang was indifferent, the things he thought of through the halo were enough to shake his mind. No wonder the hostility here was so heavy. After all, it was because this ancient dragon was too powerful.
In silence, everyone stood together and entered the five-colored altar in unison. There was no way back now and they could only keep moving forward. Only by reaching the end could they see the blue sky through the clouds.
This is a kind of teleportation, a teleportation across distance and time and space, giving everyone the feeling of passing through countless starry skies, and when they appear again, they have arrived in another world.
The transmission was over. Everyone held their breath as they looked at the vast scene before them. It was so vast and boundless, yet full of murderous intent. The incomparable visual impact almost made the powerful monsters worship them on the spot.
Lying in front of him was a huge skeleton. Compared with the skeleton of the fox ancestor in the Qingqiu ancient tomb, this skeleton had more domineering power and endless resentment.
The resentment is so strong that it can directly shake the heaven and earth. Ignore the skeleton and look up, you will find that there is a gap seven inches away from the skeleton, which is the neck behind the head.
This gap runs through the sky and the earth, and even through his bones, so that over countless years, even across two eras, it has never disappeared, and still remains there, becoming an eternal scar.
"That's the ancient dragon." The crowd murmured, looking at the skeleton glowing silver before them, almost thinking that he was still alive. If it weren't for the lack of flesh and blood, everyone present would probably have been scared to death.
There were two red lights on his high forehead, like his lingering soul. When looking at each other, one would find a strange feeling, as if the dragon was not dead.
But if you look closely, you will find that the bones have long lost their vitality. This is an enclosed space where the bones are suppressed and can never turn over.
At this moment, the faint roar in Feng Qingyang's ears became stronger and stronger, and the information he first heard on the hilt of the sword kept repeating in his ears. It was originally intermittent, but now it was so clear.
His heart was shaken, and he looked around at the people. He saw that apart from shock, there was no other change in their expressions. Could it be that I was the only one who heard this voice
He raised his head and looked at it again. The red light was jumping slowly. Every jump would use extremely rich blood energy. He took a deep breath. Collecting blood energy was the best way at this time.
Coming back to his senses, he looked at the people around him. They had already sat down where they were and began to use their magical powers to absorb massive amounts of blood and energy in this space like a whale.
The unique thing is that the man holding the magic gourd pointed to the void with one hand, and the gourd turned on the spot, and suddenly a shocking breathing force came.
Although he did not collect it in person, it seemed that he collected the most blood and energy. No one knew what kind of mysterious gourd that was.
Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, he pondered for a moment, then sat down cross-legged on the spot, clasped his hands together, and the Corpse King's bloodline began to flow, centered around him at this moment.
A vortex appeared directly above his head. The vortex was so strong that it formed an extremely strong storm there in an instant. Red blood energy in all directions began to condense at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It surrounded Feng Qingyang and enveloped his entire body. Not only that, perhaps the Corpse King's bloodline was too overbearing. When the blood surrounded Feng Qingyang's body, a strange force emerged that squeezed him quickly.
This power is exactly the Green Lotus of Creation. There are two kinds of transformative power in Feng Qingyang's body. One of them is the Taiyin Sutra, but with Feng Qingyang's breakthrough, the Taiyin Sutra has gradually failed to keep up.
The second is the Green Lotus of Creation in the body. This kind of existence that seizes the fortune of heaven and earth is almost like a magic weapon that defies the heavens. It can not only save Feng Qingyang, but also transform massive amounts of breath into magic power.
Not only that, during the transformation, its essence will be directly filtered, and when it finally flows into Feng Qingyang's body, it has turned into the purest magic power.
His change quickly attracted the attention of others. Looking at the vortex above Feng Qingyang's head and his body looming in the red blood, they all took a breath.
There was no competition. Although there was some jealousy, there was no time for jealousy now. The blood here was so rich that no one could consume it all.
Therefore, under Feng Qingyang's stimulation, everyone once again activated their magic power, using various powerful magical powers to absorb blood and energy. In addition to their bodies, they also released countless mysterious magic weapons, swallowing up the sky and the earth.
This scene was so powerful that even the man who was holding the gourd and absorbing blood and energy leisurely, sat cross-legged under Feng Qingyang's stimulation, and his body began to absorb blood and energy frantically.
The void was shaking, and the earth was rumbling. Little did they know that just when everyone was concentrating their minds and began to absorb blood and energy, the red light in the pupils of the thousands of unchanging skeletons that were lying across the void suddenly jumped.
That jump seemed to have a ray of wisdom, although it was only a blink of an eye. But when you look at it again, you will find that the red light is trembling again.
It seemed to have a rhythm, and every beat would bring the blood and energy in this place to its highest peak, so that everyone immersed in the devouring blood and energy felt as if it was endless.
This ancient dragon is so powerful that he is only one step away from breaking through to the realm of ancient blue dragon. Although he has not won the position of Saint, he can still challenge the Saint.
This is enough to show how powerful he is. The mixed-feather bird sleeping on Feng Qingyang's shoulder is said to have directly killed a saint. Although he does not have the position of a saint, he can still smash the heaven and earth and be invincible in the world.
Even the great calamity of heaven that could destroy everything did not cause it to fall. It was just that Feng Qingyang did not know all this. Unfortunately, the mixed-haired bird seemed to have lost all its memories.
But at this moment, under the impact of this massive amount of blood and energy, his eyelashes suddenly trembled in his sleep, and his bald body and the only hair on his tail were shaking violently.
At a glance, it felt as if the lone bird feather would fall off at any moment, which made people feel conflicted. At this moment, a strange scene appeared.
The Corpse King's bloodline compressed the blood and energy surrounding the body. Originally, all of it should have entered Feng Qingyang's body, but now a part of it began to slowly gather towards the mixed-haired bird.
Feng Qingyang didn't know all this. Ever since the mixed-haired bird fell asleep, Feng Qingyang had a feeling that it would never wake up again. But now it seems that the mixed-haired bird's fate is really tough. Even if all living things in the world are extinct, it will still be able to jump around in the world.