"He originally had a chance to attack the Ancient Azure Dragon, but he ended up offending the Way of Heaven and died. I had advised him to mind his own business, but he didn't listen."
Suddenly, a voice of vicissitudes of life came to his ears. Feng Qingyang was shocked and a hint of joy flashed across his face. Even so, he did not wake up from his meditation.
Instead, after a brief surprise, he fell into deep devouring again. However, this time he was smart and left a deep thought to communicate with the outside world.
After all, collecting blood and energy is the best way now. He is not as good as the late stage of Flying Zombie. He is only one step away from breaking through to the powerful realm of Zombie King. When the zombie body reaches perfection, it will be his real chance to dominate the world.
"Bald hair, do you know this Senior Jiaolong?" Feng Qingyang's spiritual consciousness appeared and he communicated with the mixed-haired bird with its eyes open on his shoulder. It was the endless blood and energy that woke him up from his slumber.
"How could I not recognize him? Back then, Xiaoqing and I were the supreme overlords of the ancient spirit world. But this kid has some strange habits, and he likes to dig up other people's ancestral graves.
By accident, he discovered a relic left behind by the ancient god Huo Zun. After the discovery, I tried to stop him from interfering, after all, the great catastrophe of heaven was approaching at that time.
Who would have thought that this kid would disobey my orders and leave the formation I had set without permission? As I expected, he angered the Heavenly Dao and was severely injured. He also attracted the attention of his enemies and was sealed here forever. How pitiful!
"Thinking back to the time when we roamed the spirit world, we did know a lot of secrets. We even personally investigated your zombie ancestor.
The reason why I woke up now, besides feeling his blood, is more of a call hidden in the void. After all, he and I used to be very good brothers. "
“Few people would know why he fell in the past. It was not until the great changes that the world turned to today, and there was a new turning point. Although you are about to face a great catastrophe this time, it seems to be much weaker than the previous ones. It is this time that you have a chance to subvert the way of heaven.
Whether you can succeed or not depends on your grasp. You may succeed or fail. If you fail, your zombie clan will truly lose all hope, because you are the last person blessed by the zombie clan's luck in the endless years. "
The mixed-haired bird murmured, looking at the huge white skeleton in front of it. Its voice was low, full of vicissitudes of life after the passage of time, like an ancient wind, blowing from ancient times to the end of the ancient times.
Feng Qingyang was silent. He took a deep look at the huge skeleton that spanned the sky and the earth. After a while, he retracted his gaze, calmed his fluctuating heart, and continued to practice.
It seemed that he did not hear the murmur of the mixed-feathered bird, and it was more like he didn't know that he had woken up. He was calm and composed. The red storm swept across the sky and the earth, but if you look closely.
They would be horrified to find that half of the blood and energy were actually converging towards Feng Qingyang's direction, and it was extremely pure. Compared to what the others absorbed, it was simply the essence of the essence.
Of course, no one knew about this scene. After all, they were also caught up in a deep state of absorption and refining. If the blood was divided into fur and flesh, then what they absorbed was only the fur.
But even if it is just the fur, it is still a rare and extremely precious elixir in the world. It is precisely because of this that his blood will drive countless suppressed monks in the wasteland exile land crazy.
Lenovo thought that there were at least several hundred people who entered together at that time, but now only seven of them have arrived here, and the fate of the others was doomed when they set foot on the other passages.
"General Ying Gou, Master Liu Ruchen, the King of Zombies, and the being that has the same face as me but is suppressed in the dark world." Although his eyes were closed, his mind was piercing through the sky and earth, looking at the huge skeleton outside.
As he murmured, a huge pain suddenly surged in his heart. This pain was like an extremely oppressive burden that made him breathless and he felt as if he was on the verge of despair.
Somehow, he seemed to understand the skeleton's obsession, and the miscellaneous bird said that he entered the Huozun Dojo just because he was eccentric, thus angering the Heavenly Dao.
But in his opinion, it was a kind of persistence. Perhaps the dragon had its own secret in his heart. That secret was unknown to others, but it could make him give up everything, even a long life.
But now, all that remains in the world is a skeleton, a skeleton glowing white, that has been suppressed for countless years and will never be reborn.
Alone and lonely, he spoke silently in the darkness, perhaps someone would remember his former charm, but now it seems that there is only Feng Qingyang.
After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, as if he had forgotten the pain before. His bright eyes at this moment clearly showed a hint of calmness and indifference.
"Baomao, do you know the Taoism Hall of Houzun that Senior Jiaolong once mentioned?" Coming back to his senses, Feng Qingyang asked the mixed-haired bird on his shoulder through voice transmission.
At this time, the body's absorption of blood and qi was on the right track. With the assistance of the Green Lotus of Creation, Feng Qingyang did not have to worry about his body's inability to digest it. Even if it reached saturation, the Green Lotus of Creation could refine the excess blood and qi into blood beads that would sleep in his dantian, waiting to erupt in full force when he made his next breakthrough.
As for the rest of the people, they had more or less reached saturation. They opened their eyes almost at the same time, looked at each other, and saw that each other was getting stronger and stronger.
Among them, the most obvious one was not the others, but the White Rhino Cave Master. At this moment, he probably felt that he was the one who made the most progress, and he couldn't help feeling a little proud.
He looked around complacently, and when his gaze moved to Feng Qingyang, it suddenly shrank. They had all reached saturation, but Feng Qingyang's body was still like a whale swallowing, like a bottomless pit, and no one knew when he would reach the end.
Bai Xi was conflicted. He wished he could smash Feng Qingyang to pieces with one palm. The reason why he made the fastest progress was because the dragon's blood activated the Great Sage bloodline in his body.
It was precisely because of this that his cultivation was able to increase rapidly. At this moment, he was already infinitely close to the strongest being here, while that person did not seem to have made any breakthroughs.
This is normal. After all, the last step is the position of Saint Venerable, and this realm cannot be easily broken through. There may be countless hidden peaks of the Dao Transformation Realm in the spiritual world, but there are only a few real Saint Venerables in the open.
They are in harmony with the laws of nature and control the power of life and death in the world. Even if the others have the talent to break through, they can only be suppressed. This is the case for those hermits, let alone the strongest one of the demon clan.
However, none of this matters. What matters is that the mixed-feathered bird has woken up again.