Feng Qingyang also has ambitions. Not only does he see through Xuan Luo's conspiracy, he also faces it directly, using his own conspiracy to shatter the layers of fog before him.
He could choose not to reveal the secret, but he couldn't. He wanted to go out and become the top guest official of the Zhan Tai family. Only in this way, as long as he succeeded, could he shine like the sun and the moon, and even get the full support of the Zhan Tai family. Then, finding Yanhuo would be an exceptionally easy thing.
There was a bright light, the sun and the moon shining together. Almost as soon as he had the thought, drastic changes occurred around him, and all the people of the Zhan Tai family who were surrounding him disappeared.
Instead, there was a tall masked man with a slender figure. His features could not be seen, but the ethereal aura he exuded was particularly strong. Even Feng Qingyang could not help but take a second look at him.
He walked down the altar, one world at a time. When Feng Qingyang saw a flash before his eyes, he had already appeared in front of him. There was no strong pressure, nor the horror as he had imagined.
As he got closer, Feng Qingyang felt an extremely strong sense of oppression. The feeling came from the bottom of his heart, with almost no signs of surprise.
This power and the oppressive feeling it brought were so powerful that Feng Qingyang had never felt it before. It seemed as if it did not come from this world, but that was the fact.
But there is no absolute, just like the power of spells in Feng Qingyang's body, this kind of magical power and strength can only be absorbed from the sealed world, but he is in the palm world and can still use this kind of magical power.
Therefore, countless possibilities became real. Subconsciously, Feng Qingyang also believed the man in front of him. Perhaps his formation skills came from another world.
This is an illusion, but it is not an illusion. Although Feng Qingyang could see the strangeness of the formation and its trajectory at a glance, he was unable to control it in his own hands.
He wanted to take it away. If he could comprehend the essence of this illusion array, he could use this method to protect some people who should have disappeared, such as the mixed-haired bird.
This guy has no body. Although he seems a little excited after being washed by the blood of the ancient dragon, he is actually still weak all the time. Although it is very rare and almost imperceptible, Feng Qingyang has been with him for so long, how could he not know
If any accident happens in the future, he can also guard the last soul of the mixed-haired bird in the illusion array. Even if he cannot really shape a body for it, he can at least guarantee his immortality. As long as the illusion array exists, he exists.
Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and he raised his head in an instant, staring at the masked man who was less than ten feet away from him. Although he was in an illusion array at this time, he knew in his heart that the masked man in front of him was definitely not a fake, but must be his true self.
"In countless years, you are the first person to discover the secret of this place, of course... excluding those high-ranking beings, do you think it is your luck or misfortune?" The masked man spoke softly.
"There is no such thing as lucky or unlucky. When I believed, I discovered it. Now that I have discovered it, I must face it. No matter who the other party is, it should be like this. Don't you think... isn't it?" Feng Qingyang smiled, without any emotion fluctuations on his face.
"I can guarantee that as long as I think about it, you will be suppressed here forever and you will never be able to get out again, not even the Extreme Being can."
Feng Qingyang remained silent and did not answer the masked man's words, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all. On the contrary, it became even more intense.
Time passed slowly, and after about a quarter of an hour, Feng Qingyang finally came back to his senses. His silence was not interrupted by the masked man, and it seemed that the other party did not want to be interrupted either.
"I can also guarantee that the moment I die, your soul will be truly shattered and you will lose the chance of rebirth forever. I swear!" His tone was very light, as weak as a mosquito or fly, but in this simple sentence, there was an unmatched and indelible strong will.
The existence of this will directly led to a sudden change in Feng Qingyang's aura, although his cultivation level was almost negligible to the masked man in front of him.
The bright eyes were like a pair of blazing suns, with blazing flames that seemed to be able to burn the masked man's existence. The aggressive and unyielding look made the masked man gasp.
The sky was spinning, the world was changing, and the masked man fell silent. However, his silence caused the formation that was originally operating in an orderly manner to become disordered.
The violent storm swept across the area, spreading rhythmically in all directions, constantly beating against his snow-covered clothes. A faint sense of intensity spread out, slowly seeping into the void of heaven and earth.
If Feng Qingyang looked around clearly at this moment, he would be horrified to find that he was on the edge of a steep cliff.
What was even more terrifying was that there was only a thin log under his feet, and below the log was a bottomless abyss with no bottom in sight. Only waves of terror gradually came over him.
"Perhaps this is the change in his heart." Feng Qingyang said secretly in his heart. In fact, all this is what he wanted to see. The other party used his soul to transform into a phantom array spirit.
Every change of the illusion array was intertwined with his will. Although both of them fell into silence, by looking at the scenery around them, they could find that the other's heart was actually not calm.
Perhaps Feng Qingyang's gaze made the masked man think of something. He sighed softly, and the strong wind that had swept in all directions suddenly stopped and then dissipated.
The disappearance of the strong wind does not mean the end, but the beginning of another change. This time, what spreads in all directions is the endless sea.
He was still standing on the log, but the area beneath it had turned into the sea. Half of his body was soaked in sea water. Although the sponge seemed calm and ordinary, the will and murderous intent contained in it were captured by Feng Qingyang's keen mind.
"Tell me, what are you going to do?" A vicissitudes of life voice directly crossed the void and fell into Feng Qingyang's ears. It was as plain as thunder. Two extreme auras appeared, but they merged together perfectly.
Feng Qingyang knew that the calmness on the masked man's surface was only his appearance. After all, he was a powerful man from the ancient times, and his state of mind could not be shaken so easily. However, the rumbling thunder was subconsciously telling him that, in fact, he was still in a special mood at this moment.
"Give me the method to perform this formation, and help me become the top guest official of Zhan Tai's family." Feng Qingyang spoke each word carefully, pausing for a moment after almost every word.
"As long as you can do it, I can guarantee that your formation will be running again and I will never interfere with other matters. If you don't want to..." At this point, Feng Qingyang smiled particularly sinisterly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.