It is said that drizzle silently nourishes all things. Then last night's heavy rain, after the appearance of Zhan Taiyou, brought out Feng Qingyang's indifference and calmness again.
Feng Qingyang has always been unable to face his own heart. He dared not easily touch the memories in the deepest part of his soul. Every time he recalled them, a bloody wound would be torn open.
That kind of pain is unspeakable!
Zhan Taiju followed Feng Qingyang silently. After hearing what Feng Qingyang said, she realized how naive her thoughts were. Although she felt a little disappointed, she did not lose her composure.
After all, she is still the pride of the Zhan Tai family in the Western Holy City. Naturally, she will have countless suitors in the future. As for the beautiful vision of the future, Zhan Taiyou just shook her head and threw away her previous regrets.
Looking at Feng Qingyang's bleak back, he seemed very desolate and lonely in the cold winter wind. The coldness he exuded made her feel that even the heaven and earth could not enter his heart.
He not only closed himself off, but also closed off everything. The loneliness and sharpness that came from experiencing all kinds of vicissitudes of life and wandering on the edge of life and death made Zhan Taiyou feel pity, but in the pity, there was a hint of fear hidden.
He turned his head away and no longer tried to peek at Feng Qingyang who was about to merge into the white world. Instead, he himself was like fire, a unique embellishment in the white world.
He passed by Feng Qingyang and walked resolutely in front of him. Since he could have so many thoughts when looking at his back, he would naturally have the same feeling.
Thinking of this, Zhan Taiyou couldn't help but feel a little proud. At least she was still attractive. Although she already knew that there was no possibility with Feng Qingyang, she still wished that he could be happy.
The heavy depression, whether it is her or others, will feel a sense of fear after seeing it, and sigh softly, the girl's thoughts are fully revealed at this time.
She should have been worried, but she walked in front of Feng Qingyang and deliberately acted lively, wanting to use her vigor to drive away the coldness from Feng Qingyang.
"This girl..." Feng Qingyang smiled gently, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. If you look closely, you will definitely find that it is a kind of gratitude and touching.
Some people say that being touched does not equal emotion, but in Feng Qingyang's eyes, there is no such distinction. Although he does not like Zhan Taiyou who is walking in front of him, he can also appreciate him with an open heart.
Gradually, the originally heavy heart was gradually melted by Zhan Taiyou. When the two came to the Zhan Tai family's sacrificial site, Feng Qingyang had already returned to his normal state of mind.
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The family sacrificial site of the Zhan Tai clan is quite similar to the five-color altar in the Xuanluo illusion array, but there are some differences. The former is a kind of devouring array, while the latter is a symbol, at least that is what Feng Qingyang thinks now.
The altar was large, a hundred feet wide, with countless members of the Zhantai clan kneeling on all sides, with pious faces and a fanatical faith in their eyes. Seeing this, Feng Qingyang was suddenly stunned.
A word that he was about to forget suddenly appeared in his mind—faith! The light in the eyes of the Zhantai clan members was clearly faith. Feng Qingyang was not unfamiliar with the power of faith.
At the beginning, he had accepted the power of faith from Monk Du'e, and relied on this power to break through his cultivation. Until now, he still has a feeling.
It seemed that the power of faith at that time was not completely exhausted, but was lurking in every corner of the body. I am afraid that as long as I can survive the catastrophe of the Zombie King, the latent power of faith will be burned.
"I didn't expect that old Xuan Luo also knew about this kind of power..." Feng Qingyang said to himself, but was relieved in an instant. The Buddha and Taoist saints existed in the Middle Ages, and Xuan Luo was also in that era, so it was not surprising that he knew the power of faith.
Chief Zhan Tai stood on the altar. He was a little different today than when they met seven days ago. He seemed a little old then, but now, standing on the altar, he looked so handsome and heroic.
There was a feeling of an old horse in the stable with a thousand miles to go. Feng Qingyang admired it secretly, and then looked at the countless members of the Zhantai clan who were kneeling on the ground in all directions, and the surprise in his eyes became more intense.
This is a first-rate big family. Compared with those so-called ten major righteous sects in the world of cultivation, they are just a grasshopper that just jumps a little higher.
What does it mean to be a big family? This not only means that the other party controls the supreme Taoist weapon to suppress the family's luck, but also has a small world that can be passed down for thousands of years and countless outstanding bloodline descendants and disciples.
These people are the key to a family's prosperity. Today's Zhan Tai family may have reached a peak, but no matter whether it is a family or a strong person, there will be a stage of prosperity and decline.
Although the Zhan Tai family still seems powerful today and is the overlord of the Western Holy City, their little world has begun to collapse. Once it collapses, the luck that has suppressed them for thousands of years will disappear.
This is also the main reason why the Zhan Tai family is now frantically recruiting guest officials. In fact, Feng Qingyang could guess a little bit about the collapse of the small world.
After all, their ancestor, Xuan Luo, the top formation master in the Middle Ages, is now consuming their resources all the time, although it is invisible.
But that kind of invisible destiny does exist. In the late ancient times, the way of heaven was in chaos. Although it is impossible to see clearly and find those heaven-defying existences, the secrets of heaven are everywhere. It's just the focus.
Although he could not break the heaven-defying formation of "Half-Saint" Xuan Luo, he could still subconsciously deprive the opponent of his luck. Thousands of years passed slowly, and now it was obviously the last moment.
According to common sense, a small world will not collapse easily, and problems will not arise in such a short time. But the small world of the Zhan Tai family is about to collapse now. It has to be said that the operation of the laws of nature cannot escape his control.
Although Feng Qingyang also rose against the will of heaven, he is now relatively low-key and has not done anything to go against cause and effect, so he is occasionally a little safe. However, he knows that once he chooses to transcend the tribulation, he will face a terrifying catastrophe that is unparalleled in the world.
If one passes the tribulation, he will become a saint and achieve the body of the supreme zombie king. However, if one fails to pass the tribulation, the outcome is obvious. Naturally, he will be reduced to ashes and die.
Under the Way of Heaven, everything is an ant. To Feng Qingyang, the Way of Heaven is like a sharp sword, hovering at his neck all the time. As long as he dares to take the last step, he will be met with the violent suppression of the Way of Heaven.
"The sacrifice officially begins!"