The sound spread in the empty world, but Feng Qingyang turned a deaf ear to it.
He told himself very clearly that what he saw was just an illusion, and even noticed the mixed-feathered bird on his shoulder. He felt drowsy and drooped his head under its wings.
But what was strange was that his body was shaking violently, as if he didn't want to fall asleep like this. However, the magical power coming from all directions was full of powerful and irresistible pressure, which forced his eyes to close.
Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed. He was not a fool, so he naturally understood that there were unusual things happening here. If he went forward rashly, he didn't know what kind of crisis he would encounter.
As he was thinking, his face suddenly turned red. He felt ashamed, ashamed of himself, for hesitating at this moment. This was the behavior of those who were afraid of death.
At this moment, a sharp roar seemed to pierce the void. No one knew where it came from, but it resounded in his mind.
The sound was extremely harsh, like a whistle, which made his heart tremble slightly. At this moment, Feng Qingyang suddenly understood that this was not an illusion, but a real projection world, and this world was the sealed world.
After understanding all this, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and it became dark again, but a blood moon was still hanging in the darkness. This was the Yinxu curse.
It was the emergence of the Yinxu Curse that led to the connection between the two worlds. This matter can be said to be a big deal or a small matter. If it is pushed forward for a period of time and the two worlds are wide open, it will naturally be a life-and-death chase.
But now it is just a secret realm. Let’s call it a secret realm for now, but in fact it is just a coincidence of sealing the realm and the regular delivery of the mountains and rivers, so the barrier between the two realms is opened.
Although there is a channel, it cannot last long and cannot be used for transmission. The sharp sound in the ear may come from the sealed boundary, the wind of curse blowing across time and space.
Suddenly, a thin branch came from the passage, like a nimble little hand. It looked like a tree but it was not a tree. Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed. He took a deep breath and activated runes all over his body.
When the power of the spell spread throughout his body, he raised his right hand and pointed lightly forward, his fingers clearly touching the branch, and at once, countless images came across.
Perhaps it was the power of the curse on Feng Qingyang that made the branch seem a little excited, as if it had met an old friend in a strange place. It then transformed into a nimble little snake and quietly climbed up Feng Qingyang's hand.
But at this moment, something strange happened. The branches suddenly shrank when they were entangled. A great force came and instantly dispersed the power of the curse on Feng Qingyang's body.
Almost in an instant, the flesh and blood on Feng Qingyang's recovered arm shattered and turned into piles of bones again. In a flash, Feng Qingyang formed a seal with his left hand and was about to point his finger, but the branches and vines quickly shrank and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Leave quickly within three days, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless." An angry roar came to my ears, the sound was faint like a mosquito or fly, but clearly audible.
With a loud bang, Feng Qingyang's body rolled backwards, and at the moment the branches were retracted, he was like a kite with a broken string, and rolled backwards madly, accompanied by roars, his expression solemn.
"This sound comes from the branches. These branches seem to have intelligence. Could it be that when the Yinxu Curse is opened, only it can pass through the passage and absorb the life of the monks in the Wasteland Exile Land?"
Feng Qingyang murmured, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes. If that was the case, then everything would be extremely obvious. For example, why the exiled cultivator died inexplicably, and why his body survived but his soul disappeared.
The vine wrapped around his arm silently and looked very cute, but beneath this cuteness, it concealed a murderous intent.
Only Feng Qingyang could feel this murderous intent, which was so powerful that it came and went without a trace. The reason why it was touched by him and retreated was because the branches triggered the Soul Devourer when they were quietly absorbing his soul.
Although the Soul Devourer has no physical body, it is extremely domineering. Whenever a divine thought comes to explore it, it almost never returns. This is why its branches and vines retreat quickly as if they had been electrocuted after wrapping around it for a short time.
"This tree is spiritual, and it is also a boundary-sealing object. It has the ability to cross the barrier between the two worlds. I think it is very domineering. But this is not the point. The point is that it must contain extremely pure power of spells. If I can swallow it back..." Feng Qingyang pondered, his eyes brightened.
He understood that fortune and honor are achieved through risk, and that one must not jump into the tiger's den to become a tiger. He also understood that only by taking a risk could he get a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Compared with that branch, the power of the curse from all directions seemed a little less exciting at this moment. Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang immediately sat cross-legged on the ground.
It was not located vertically on the ground, but was deviated from the Yinxu Curse. He could look up at the passage, but if he looked down from the passage, he could not see anything at all.
Moreover, at this moment, he concealed his aura, sitting quietly on the ground like a stone, waiting for the Yinxu curse to completely erupt in three days. By then, what would pass through the barrier would no longer be branches, but the real branches themselves.
Time flies, and three days passed in the blink of an eye. Feng Qingyang woke up from his meditation. In fact, as early as a few minutes in the early morning of the third day, he had been quietly looking at the Yinxu Curse in the sky.
If an ordinary person was in the center of this place, he might have been reduced to ashes long ago, but Feng Qingyang was different. He was protected by the power of spells and was surrounded by eight runes. Therefore, he was able to remain calm in this extremely strong crisis without being in any danger.
When he entered, there was indeed a strong resistance blocking him out, but after entering, it was like stepping into a new world. The obstruction disappeared, and there was only the strong power of the curse.
He did not devour them frantically. Of course, if he swallowed all the power of the curse that was projected at him, it would be a miraculous elixir. Even if he did not break through his cultivation level, he could still enhance the power of the curse.
He had noticed that the power of the spells on his body all came from the runes in his body. Although he didn't know what these runes were, they might be supreme Taoist weapons, or perhaps they were seeds of magical powers.
Every time he used his magical powers, the power of the rune would weaken a little. It was so small that it was almost imperceptible, but Feng Qingyang could still sense it keenly.
He once tried to absorb spiritual energy and inject it into the runes, but the final result was nothing. There was no response at all. I guess it was because this was the world of control.
"It would be great if I could get rid of this problem once and for all..." He murmured, not knowing that at this moment a great opportunity was quietly approaching, but this opportunity was full of dangers. If he was not careful, he would be shattered and would never be able to reincarnate.