Tianyi shook his head and did not answer him. His body turned transparent and was about to disappear.
"As long as you can succeed..." Tianyi's vicissitudes of life voice gradually appeared. Feng Qingyang looked up with a flash of eyes, and stared at the place where Tianyi disappeared for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.
"Maybe it's as you wish." He muttered to himself, as if answering himself, or as if telling God. After a moment of silence, he turned around and looked at the few people who were still kneeling behind him.
The pupils were shining, especially the magical powers that contained the power of curses. The two pupils were particularly strange, and the overlapping shadows within them were particularly thick. One glance could tell everything, and another glance could shock people.
"Take it." He flipped his hand and threw out a jade slip. This thing was the thing to contact the Holy Prince. He believed that these four people would not have the intention to resist.
If it was a restriction cast by him, the other party might ignore it, even if they temporarily surrendered, but they would definitely find a way to break it later. But if it was a restriction cast by the Holy Lord, then their resistance would be completely shattered.
The old man with the scar nodded timidly, reached out to take the jade slip, pondered for a moment, immersed his spiritual consciousness in it, and in a moment he established contact with the Holy Prince.
"Go." Feng Qingyang waved his hand impatiently. For some reason, he felt upset when he saw such people. After they left, Feng Qingyang withdrew his gaze.
With the restrictions in place, he was not worried about any accidents. At this time, there were only seven days left before the Yinxu curse completely erupted. In the past few days, the curse of the void had obviously and strongly eroded yoga.
But at this time, the entire wasteland was probably empty. Feng Qingyang shook his body, his eyes locked onto the deepest darkness, and his body turned into a ray of light, piercing through the sky like a meteor, heading straight for the wellhead in the center, and disappeared in an instant.
As he galloped, his speed became faster and faster, almost turning into a ray of light. Even the dark fog retreated wherever he passed, leaving behind a wide road.
"Boy, you are quite capable. You can even give orders to the Holy Lord." At this time, the originally silent mixed-feathered bird suddenly became active, looking at Feng Qingyang who was rushing all the way, with its mung bean-sized eyes full of pride.
Naturally, he did not remember that he had recovered even a little bit. Moreover, if it were not for the flushing of the ancient dragon's blood, he would probably still be sleeping now.
Ignoring the mixed-feathered birds that kept chattering along the way, Feng Qingyang sped up faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, he broke through the void and approached the opening in the center of the Yinxu Curse Road.
As the distance between him and the place was getting closer and closer, almost a moment ago, the entire wasteland exile land began to shake, and surging power spread out from the hole.
A huge storm arose. Under the storm, Feng Qingyang's body trembled. His originally rapid speed slowed down in an instant and he could not speed up anymore.
In the dim world, Feng Qingyang walked slowly. The closer he got to the obstruction, the stronger it became. His eyes flickered as he stared ahead intently.
Feeling the terrifying murderous intent coming from the hole, the pressure in that murderous intent was extremely terrifying, containing countless negative influences, and there was also a terrifying aura that almost made Feng Qingyang stop there.
"Back off!" A low roar like thunder, like the angry voice of a person, suddenly came when Feng Qingyang had not completely entered the inner opening.
Boom boom, the sound circled violently in the void and did not dissipate for a long time. Various negative forces that permeated the void also began to roll up, especially the aura of curse, which was almost dense to the extreme.
As he rolled over, a strong obstacle formed, and he suddenly had an idea in his mind. If he continued to move forward, he would only face one end, and that end was - death!
Not only that, the murderous aura became even stronger as the aura swirled, which made Feng Qingyang suddenly have an idea in his mind that this so-called Yinxu curse was definitely not as simple as a sealed boundary projection.
The murderous intent that permeated the air was enough to make anyone tremble, even Feng Qingyang. His eyes flickered as he waited intently ahead. For countless years, no one had ever truly entered the center of the Yinxu Curse, especially the opening where it projected. The secrets contained therein were almost unknown to anyone.
All we know is that every time the Yinxu curse breaks out, countless cultivators will die out of nowhere in the four major cities and the wasteland of exile. The horrifying state of having a intact body but a disappeared soul makes people here turn pale at the mention of it.
If it weren't for the unexpected event Feng Qingyang, the exiled cultivators would have probably already hidden themselves away, waiting for the protection of the four great cities.
Feng Qingyang paused where he was, carefully feeling the power of the curse hovering in the darkness, as well as the threat that directly impacted his soul. His eyes narrowed, and his mind was almost shaken in an instant.
There was a will in this voice, which made people feel that if there was the slightest resistance, they would be destroyed in a moment. The appearance of this will further confirmed Feng Qingyang's guess.
"I'm afraid it's really not simple. Those cultivators who died silently in previous years were probably not killed by the explosion of the Yinxu Curse, but because of something in it. And this thing should be at the hole in the center." Feng Qingyang's face was extremely solemn, staring at the red blood moon in the sky.
It was originally round, but now something furry grew on the edge, like an unkempt man. It looked like a furry moon.
The appearance of a hairy moon usually represents an ominous sign. Feng Qingyang never believed in it, but now, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a sense of fear from the soul arose spontaneously.
After a while, Feng Qingyang came back to his senses from his trance, shook his head to dispel the fear, and recalled what the Zamao Bird had said at that time, that under the Yinxu curse, everything would die.
Is he afraid, or is it because he doesn't know the truth behind it? Although there is no Saint in the Sealed Realm, there are still powerful beings that can rival the Saint in the Control Realm.
While thinking, he clenched his teeth and slowly rushed forward despite the trembling pressure. In the dim world, his speed was almost slow to the extreme. It seemed that he was running fast, and even left a series of afterimages behind him, but in fact his speed was not fast.
As time passed, the dim aura became thicker and thicker, almost like substance, making it difficult for Feng Qingyang to move. The powerful resistance made him feel like he was trapped in quicksand.
Moving forward again, his strong body actually began to crack under the erosion of the Yinxu Curse. It seemed that no matter how strong his body was, he could not resist the power of the Yinxu Curse projected from the sealed boundary.
"What is at the center? Is it a person... or some other existence? Just the pressure from him makes it so difficult for me. How powerful is he..." Feng Qingyang suddenly understood why no one had come to investigate the truth and why so many monks had died.