Taihao Immortal Palace, since it has the word "immortal" in its name, it must be a fairyland full of fairy spirit, at least that's what Feng Qingyang thinks.
Not to mention the immortal laws contained therein, or the dazzling array of immortal artifacts, but the fact is not so.
After entering the palace, they did not find any rare treasures. On the contrary, the statue of Thunder God that was originally located outside the exit turned around at some point.
"There must be something wrong when things are abnormal!" Feng Qingyang looked at him, and such a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
He raised his right hand, and with his two fingers forming a seal as fast as the wind, he pointed at the statue, which had not yet undergone a complete change, and pointed directly at the center of the other's brow, where there was a faint spherical mark.
Unexpectedly, at the moment when the finger pointed, the strange mark suddenly flashed, and the dazzling light instantly reduced the vision of several people to the bottom.
With a loud bang, the statue actually moved, its eyes sparkling, and its stiff arms raised to block the pressure from Feng Qingyang. Runes flowed on its body, and the black mist rising into the air isolated everything outside.
Feng Qingyang did not hesitate at all, at least he did not withdraw his hand the moment the black fog rose. Almost in a flash, when his fingers touched the black fog, a distorted ripple appeared in the center.
With a cold snort, Feng Qingyang exerted force with his fingers, and in an instant, his magical powers were so powerful that he broke the surface with a point. With a bang, everyone quickly moved away. After the statue shattered, the black mist instantly swept around the entire cave.
A hissing sound was heard, which was particularly harsh. Feng Qingyang led Di Xianxian and others to retreat backwards. When they were about to open the second door, they stopped and stared at the black fog in front of them in a trance.
"It seems to be alive." He sighed, recalling the moment when the two came into contact. He clearly felt a slight fluctuation of consciousness. Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang's eyes suddenly showed a cold light. As he expected, this place was not some peerless immortal hiding place.
I'm afraid that those monks who came in before him have already fallen into some kind of trap. It's really stupid, ridiculous, really ridiculous!
There was a faint light flashing on his body, and his white Taoist robe was covered with cold armor. He held a huge sword in his hand and looked ahead intently. The sudden change made everyone stunned, but they all became alert in the blink of an eye.
Needless to say, the Holy Prince stood side by side with Feng Qingyang, holding the golden cudgel, the moment the black fog rose. Emperor Xianxian and others were not just show-offs either. Their powerful aura covered all directions, blocking the heaven and earth.
The original cave was instantly transformed into a huge valley in the initial change. Above it, the sea of clouds was rolling, and under the surging wind and clouds, a thunder dragon could be vaguely seen circling down.
On the head of the thunder dragon, there was clearly the statue that was originally outside the cave. He had become like a normal person, but his body was still in the shape of a statue, as if blocked by something.
His pupils flashed with a demonic light, and the Thunder Dragon turned around, with terrifying thunder roaring down. Looking around, almost the entire valley was ravaged by thunder.
This series of changes made Feng Qingyang's vigilance reach its peak. The thunder reverberating in the sky and earth, in addition to the powerful pressure, seemed to contain a trace of the law of thunder.
However, this law is different from the Thunder Avenue among the Three Thousand Avenues. The former mainly focuses on destruction, but the pressure of the latter is not only higher in destruction, but even the rules are different.
"Could this be the legendary law of immortality? How is it possible... Isn't immortal a title for the powerful people in ancient times?" Feng Qingyang's whole body was shaking violently. Looking at the thunder dragon roaring in the sky, his delicate mind began to work rapidly.
"Xianxian, Qianxun, come to my Dantian world. Monkey Brother and I will go forward to investigate carefully." At this moment, Feng Qingyang took the two of them away without hesitation. It was not that he ignored their powerful strength, but he did not want any accidents to happen, and he did not want to see either of them get into trouble.
Then, he exchanged a glance with the Holy Prince, and his powerful cultivation at the level of a king, like a bursting dam, burst forth with his strong will to defy everything.
It was like a gust of wild wind, and the vibration collided with the thunder in the void, and the crackling sound was endless. The Holy Prince on the side had his hair standing on end, and he jumped up with the golden hoop in his hand, turning into a golden lightning and rushing towards the thunder dragon in the sky.
"Then, leave you to me." When the Holy Prince faced the Thunder Dragon, he naturally locked onto the statue that was originally standing on the Thunder Dragon.
A huge will penetrated the heaven and earth, and forcibly opened up two battlefields in the valley. Who knew that a battle would break out right away, and it was so unexpected.
With a cold snort, his spirit followed his heart and after dispersing, it locked onto the position of the statue. Then he glared at it, and the powerful magical power contained in his Heavenly Eye seemed to penetrate it.
At that moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he looked at the Thunder Dragon opposite him and said, "As expected, this is not a living creature, but is derived from the rules."
The crisscrossing rules seemed like a myriad of threads, interweaving to form the Thunder Dragon and the statue itself. However, what Feng Qingyang couldn't understand was that they were clearly just rules, so why did they have consciousness
Especially the eyes of the thunder dragon and the statue, the flashing mysterious aura clearly told him how wise they were.
"Ancient demons! These two are powerful ancient demons who were dormant in ancient times. Although their bodies have been transformed into statues, leaving only empty shells, they have been forcibly occupied by some kind of consciousness. No wonder they can only fight me as statues. It is clear that they have encountered stubborn resistance from their original masters."
Feng Qingyang saw through the world at a glance and deduced the cause and effect thoroughly. Perhaps, the owner of this cave was indeed a powerful ancient being. If so, those cultivators who came in were probably in trouble.
"Seal!" While galloping, he overlapped his hands, and the three great artistic conceptions of sealing enveloped the ancient monster. As the opponent paused for a short time, Feng Qingyang pressed forward quickly and arrived at the opponent's face almost instantly.
Through the surrounding fog, at this moment, Feng Qingyang finally saw it clearly. However, after seeing it clearly, his expression became strange, of course, there was a hint of enlightenment.
The ancient demon statue in front of him was still extremely cold except for its shiny eyes. Its cold and arrogant aura was even stronger than Feng Qingyang's.
At that moment, he suddenly felt that what he encountered was not a statue, nor a body of rules controlled by consciousness, but a real great power.
"What is going on? Could it be that the bodies of the ancient powerful beings are all transformed by rules?" In addition to this, Feng Qingyang also felt a kind of sadness that spanned thousands of years and two eras from the other party, lingering loneliness and solitude, which made his heart tremble.