Gradually, the old giant tree gave up resistance, the Yinxu curse was closed, and the barriers between the two worlds merged. Even though it had the strength of a "half-saint", it was powerless to reverse the situation.
"We will meet soon." A will appeared directly above the palm world. Through the crack where only a trace of the waxing moon remained, Feng Qingyang could vaguely see the red eyes.
It was cold and merciless, full of the cold storage of a superior. After this will descended, it directly led to the four directions of the world in the palm of your hand. It turned into a loud noise with a bang, and the powerful impact overturned Feng Qingyang.
The sky was buzzing and trembling, and finally pieces of it fell off, twisted, and collapsed. The earth was torn apart under the impact of this will.
Here, there is no longer a complete piece of void, or earth. The void is in a mess and ruins, revealing a kind of desolation and loneliness after the five decays of heaven and man.
Feng Qingyang's body turned over and over for a long time, and finally stopped in the waves not long after. Blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, and it seemed that it had become normal and could not be completely cured.
Although he seemed to have suffered a serious injury, there was a hint of ecstasy in his eyes. After stopping his body, he moved forward with a whoosh, and with a step, he broke through the void and ran straight towards the branches in front of him that were slowly falling to the ground.
The Yinxu curse was closed, and the beneficiary was naturally Feng Qingyang. This branch contained one thousandth of the giant tree's will. If he were to devour it, his soul would probably be the first to reach the realm of the Zombie King.
The existence of the branches can not only be used for refining, but also to absorb the power of the curse that exudes the aura of time. These two things almost make Feng Qingyang ecstatic.
Looking at the branches that fell to the ground, after losing contact with the original master of the world, they gradually bent and curled up like a circling dragon. After a moment of silence, Feng Qingyang bowed downwards.
This creation was almost beyond the work of nature. Even though he and the mixed-feathered bird had forcibly cut it from the giant tree, it was still a gift to him and he deserved to be worshipped.
He raised his right hand, and a great force came out. The branches that fell to the ground suddenly made a rumbling sound. The branches that seemed small were actually as heavy as iron. This section was at least several hundred years long. If an ordinary cultivator relied on physical strength alone, he would probably not be able to shake it at all.
"What will happen if I undergo the tribulation at this time?" Feng Qingyang said in a low voice, raising his hand to control the branches. Such a big riot occurred here. Although there are no cultivators left, the true spirit is still there.
After pondering for a moment, he finally gave up the idea of undergoing the tribulation right on the spot, but there was nothing unexpected about his soul, so he could break through immediately. After all, his soul contained the Soul-Devouring Power.
If he hadn't suppressed it forcefully, his soul would have flown out on its own to merge with the golden will in the branches. He formed a seal with one hand and quickly performed a spell.
Although there seemed to be nothing unusual here, it was better to be safe than sorry. With a wave of his hand, he set up a huge barrier. In this way, he breathed a sigh of relief and Pan Xi sat in the void.
The will contained in the branches is almost enormous, one thousandth of the will of a "half-saint", which he can hardly imagine. After losing contact with the original body, the will at this moment has turned into an idiot and has become the purest energy.
Feng Qingyang could no longer hold back, he opened his mouth and swallowed fiercely, his spirit and soul surged, setting off a huge storm, turning into a huge mouth that swallowed it all, and in just half an hour, he had digested it all.
After a long time, Feng Qingyang opened his eyes with a strange look on his face. He had such a huge amount of willpower, but he couldn't break through it. What's more important is that it was the first time he encountered this kind of willpower that the Soul Devourer could not digest.
The originally clear soul turned into dark gold. The injection of golden will directly brought about earth-shaking changes to the soul. However, Feng Qingyang was undoubtedly very upset that he could not eat the meat that was right in his mouth.
However, he knew one thing: although the Soul Devourer could not refine it directly, it was doing the trickle of water wearing away the stone, digesting the golden will in countless ways.
Although this is just a drop in the bucket compared to the huge golden will, it gives Feng Qingyang the feeling that his soul is becoming stronger all the time, and there will be a noticeable change after every breath.
"Boy, human greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant. With your cultivation level, how can you swallow the will of the tree god in one gulp?" In my ears, I heard the mocking dry laughter of the mixed-haired bird.
This voice suddenly interrupted Feng Qingyang's meditation. He put away his thoughts, looked at the bird deeply, and secretly thought that this old thing was so profound and secretive about him.
He thought so in his mind, but there was no dissatisfaction on his face. His eyes were deep like a whirlpool, but at the same time he had not lost his wisdom. The sharp light was as hot as a meteor, which made the mixed-feather bird tremble all over.
"Boy, stop looking at me like that. I know you are cursing me in your heart, but it's okay to tell you the truth." The Zamao Bird pondered for a moment, watched Feng Qingyang's eyes return to normal, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Under the influence of the dragon's blood, this bird master has indeed recovered some of his memories, but there are some things that you cannot access now. When the time comes, I will naturally tell you." He looked at Feng Qingyang deeply, his eyes no longer had the madness of the past, but revealed a touch of sincerity.
"Besides, my body has not been reshaped yet, and I still need your help. In other words, I will not harm you. Do you understand?"
"Shut up." Feng Qingyang withdrew his gaze impatiently, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The mixed-feather bird had been accompanying him in battles until now, and had saved him countless times.
Feng Qingyang is a man who values friendship and loyalty, so he would naturally not repay kindness with enmity. Although Zamaoniao is hiding something from him, everyone has their own little secrets, and that’s okay. After all, isn’t his origin also hidden from the other person
"I'll give you a top-grade spirit stone and do me a favor." Feng Qingyang added at the end, then flipped his palm and a sparkling crystal stone suddenly appeared in his palm.
The rich spiritual energy washed away the dim and complex atmosphere all around, instantly making it look like a pearl in the palm of the hand, like a bright moon in this dim place.
"Give it to me." Before Feng Qingyang could continue speaking, the mixed-haired bird's eyes suddenly changed. It was unknown what world its original sincerity had been thrown into. There was a hint of trembling and greed in its eyes. It stared at the top-grade spirit stone in Feng Qingyang's hand without blinking, and its two little eyes almost bulged out.
The only bird feather on his bald tail was trembling violently, which made Feng Qingyang gasp for shock. The bird seemed to be very fond of that feather, but now it seemed that it was about to fall off.
"It's hard to change one's nature." Feng Qingyang wiped his forehead and sighed rather depressedly.
"I just want you to help me in the future when I seize the Two Realms."
"Okay, I promise you, give it to me quickly."
The mixed-feathered bird was impatient and agreed immediately, but after agreeing, his whole body suddenly shook and he stared blankly at Feng Qingyang who was looking at him with a smile.