The rising temperature and the evaporation of water mist gradually submerged the already hazy pool, making it impossible to see anything in it.
But what was terrifying was that the water mist that originally looked a little strange suddenly burst out with a powerful magical fluctuation after about half an hour.
The originally restrictive rules were suddenly blasted open. If Feng Qingyang looked with his divine eyes, he would find that the gray crystals filling the sky above the pool had completely exploded.
At the moment of the explosion, the spreading gray aura rolled up an air wave, like a beam of light, swooping down from the sky and entering the center of the pool.
All these changes happened so quickly that Feng Qingyang and the mysterious woman, who were still struggling, were both trembling. Feng Qingyang, who was originally dominated by primitive power, was now like a prehistoric beast.
The woman who was imprisoned and suppressed fiercely by him had her red pupils disappear, revealing a black light, but she did not wake up in the black light, instead, there was a hint of drunkenness in her eyes.
At that moment, a primordial aura burst out, like a needle against a wheat spike. Perhaps it was too brutal, so that Feng Qingyang's iron-hard descendant was scratched with blood by her sharp nails.
Stimulated by the pain in his back, Feng Qingyang became even more courageous. He stopped his hands from exploring, pulled them back, and pressed her into the pool.
The thick fog was almost turning into a solid entity, carrying a heavy feeling. Feng Qingyang roughly threw the opponent's already tattered black robe aside, and relying on his instinctive reaction, he suddenly rushed into the battle with a gun in hand.
Galloping across the endless plain, there is no undulating outline, and even a hint of light. On the plain is lush grass. If you stop and gaze, you will inevitably find two round mountains with tall pines in front of you.
Feng Qingyang's consciousness had long been lost in this magnificent scenery. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, and that was to conquer!
He rode his horse and kept charging forward. No matter how big the grassland was, he would rush to the end and let his iron hooves trample every inch of land and every corner of the grassland.
As he attacked, the grassland continued to shake, and all directions were in motion. The wind and clouds in the sky and earth gathered in an instant, like clouds rolling and unrolling, and a violent storm began to fall.
But this did not dampen Feng Qingyang's desire to conquer, but made him even more wild. He spurred his horse and galloped for who knows how many hours.
He even forgot how many times he had walked back and forth across the grassland and the mysterious canyon, and he also forgot that the heavy rain from the sky almost made him covered in stones.
He just felt extremely happy and satisfied under this vast gallop. Finally, after a burst of eagerness, he suddenly stopped riding his horse. Perhaps because he was too tired, he finally fainted with his eyes rolled back.
After a while, about a quarter of an hour, the thick fog in the pool gradually dissipated, but compared to the void that was about to condense into a solid entity before, the dispersal at this time still seemed uncertain.
At least, when looking from the outside, one cannot see any shadow at all. If one uses enough eyesight to observe, one may be able to see a vague shadow moving.
Feng Qingyang gradually woke up, and when he saw clearly what was happening in front of him, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although he was conflicted in his heart, his face was still as cold as frost, without any emotion at all.
As he moved, there was a sound of splashing water, and the beauty in his arms gradually woke up under the stimulation of the sound. However, unlike Feng Qingyang, her eyes turned red again after she woke up.
The red eyes were not naturally like that, but were caused by her extremely strong murderous intent, which directly led to her being occupied by the desire to kill. If it weren't for the rules of this place that restricted her magical powers, she would have almost died together with Feng Qingyang.
When she found herself still restrained by Feng Qingyang's pair of iron clamps, this time she was like a mad kitten. However, as she moved violently, she suddenly let out a cry of pain, and her face, covered with water droplets, suddenly frowned.
It was not until this moment that she suddenly realized that she and Feng Qingyang seemed to be very close, even tightly connected, and her hesitation aggravated the wound, causing her to feel intense pain.
No matter how strong a person is, after losing their positions one after another, they will become vulnerable for a moment. At least, that's what Feng Qingyang thinks.
But he was wrong!
Almost immediately after she discovered all this, the woman's expression changed dramatically. If she was in pain before, now she was drunken. The overwhelming charm once again aroused Feng Qingyang's most primitive desire to conquer.
He turned over without hesitation and pressed the other man into the pool with a bang. He picked up his gun and mounted his horse. At this moment, he could no longer care about so many things and had only one thought in his mind.
If I can't kill you, I will definitely conquer you completely!
A war is about to break out, like a tit-for-tat confrontation. This time it is no longer his own personal expedition, but a struggle to move forward amidst the storm and mutual attacks.
If it weren't for his strong will, he would have been defeated in a moment. Fortunately, Feng Qingyang gathered his mind at the last moment.
Looking at the heavy rain falling from the sky and the murderous aura coming from the canyon ahead, he pointed his spear and rushed forward with a domineering and stuffy feeling.
Water splashed everywhere, and in the mist all you could hear was the sound of water splashing and the beautiful and moving sound that made your blood boil. The primitive power, in the mist at this moment, created the most beautiful thing in life.
However, just as Feng Qingyang rushed to the bottom and was about to explode, the beautiful scenery disappeared, and was replaced by a murderous intent that rushed over like a tide.
A huge flood broke out in the canyon, submerging his whole body in the desire to conquer. But in an instant, the flood receded, and before he could react, severe pain swept through his body, turning his handsome face almost the color of liver.
"Do you think I really can't kill you?"
Finally, the movement in the water gradually subsided, and the originally thick fog finally dissipated, completely exposing the shadows of the two people to the sky and the earth.
The water temperature in the clear pool was slowly decreasing, but a milky white halo was floating on the water. Feng Qingyang did not answer, but just looked at the other light green dagger inserted in his abdomen, with a flash of disbelief in his eyes.
"I am a female cultivator of the curse path. I have two poisonous daggers in my life. They are infused with the power of the curse path that has been brewing since we were born. There is no solution to this curse, unless one day I fall in love with you! Otherwise, you will live in pain forever!"