One flower, one world. Feng Qingyang didn’t quite believe this sentence before, but now, he believes it!
If you don’t come in yourself, you can’t imagine that such a huge world is hidden in this vast fairy palace.
Flowers are in full bloom, but there is yellow sand all over the ground. The contradiction between the beautiful scenery that catches the eyes and the golden light flashing on the ground makes Feng Qingyang lost in thought.
A small flower contained a small space, and Feng Qingyang's soul spread out, covering the sky and the earth. In an instant, it enveloped an area of a hundred feet, or even a thousand feet.
It turned into thousands of tiny particles and filled in along with the yellow sand and the flowers around. Those small spaces were filled with abundant mysterious energy.
If Feng Qingyang had not checked it out personally, he would never have believed that the mystery of this place was beyond explanation in words. It was as if the reason why the void was dry was because all the nutrients had been devoured by the flowers around it.
"After all, it's nothing but a mirage. Your beauty can only remain here. It will die when exposed to the light." Feng Qingyang sighed, picked a flower casually, and carefully savored the mystery in it.
But at this moment, there was a commotion coming from the front. Feng Qingyang and the Holy Prince looked at each other, both of them excited, as they finally saw a living person. They retracted their spiritual sense and galloped their horses, reaching their limit almost instantly.
A thousand feet away, which is the edge of the sea of flowers, is a swamp. The boundless swamp seems a little quiet in the sky, but it just stays there quietly, but it gives people the feeling of being full of trembling crisis.
It was like a prehistoric beast lurking here. Although it had not awakened, the aura and terrifying sight it exuded made people feel more stressed.
Hundreds of monks gathered in front. They looked disheveled, and some even had mud on their bodies that they had not had time to clean. Feng Qingyang's mind flashed, and he and the Holy Prince walked forward quickly.
Their presence did not attract the attention of the crowd, perhaps because the excitement here had made them forget everything. Feng Qingyang randomly grabbed a monk and asked about the situation here.
It turned out that the reason they stayed here was because of the sudden appearance of the swamp, and the scene they least wanted to see also appeared. They had no choice but to stay here and worry.
Originally, there were at least several thousand cultivators who entered Taihao Immortal Palace, if not ten thousand. But now there are hundreds of them staying here. It seems that those people did not encounter any accidents.
When they first came in, there was no swamp here, and they swarmed in like locusts. Unexpectedly, just when they were about to all pass through, a swamp suddenly appeared.
And at the moment of appearance, all the monks covered by the swamp fell down one by one and were swallowed by the mud. After all, they were powerful beings such as the Ancient Emperor Curse Master and the Hermit.
Under this swamp, there was no power to resist, just like a small ant, being slaughtered at will. And those monks who passed through the swamp disappeared suddenly, as if they had entered another world.
The rest of them also tried to fly into the air, but when they passed through the swamp, they were enveloped by a powerful ancient force and fell into it one after another.
As a result, they had lost many soldiers and generals, so they had no intention of moving forward again. They could only stand where they were, looking anxiously at the unknown world ahead.
The important thing is that there is no way to retreat now. After hearing this, Feng Qingyang looked back and saw that, as expected, the sea of flowers that they had walked through had disappeared. The place where they were now had already turned into a vast grassland.
The feeling of the boundless green lotus leaves reaching the sky shook his mind. If he ignored the crisis here, perhaps he could still ride a horse with his beloved.
Shaking his head and putting away the distracting thoughts in his mind, Feng Qingyang walked to the edge, stretched out his hand and tentatively punched down. This punch did not use any magical powers, only physical strength.
But the terrifying thing was that after the fist force exploded, it was like entering a bottomless abyss. Not even a bubble appeared in the swamp. The dark swallowing made Feng Qingyang's scalp numb instantly.
If you say that there is nothing strange about it, it would be a huge joke. Little did you know that at this moment, the statue located in the Xuanhuang land has changed.
Five immortal palaces connected it tightly, and a dark red halo spread out from Taihao Immortal Palace. Almost in an instant, the statue that was originally shrouded in darkness moved at a speed visible to Rouwan.
"Qingyang, what do you think?" The Holy Prince frowned, looking at the bubbling swamp in front of him, his brows knitted together, and asked quietly.
If it were a battle, perhaps he would have swung up the stick and attacked violently without thinking, but what he encountered now was a strange swamp that made him unable to do anything even if he had the strength.
"Ong!"
Just as Feng Qingyang was thinking, the earth suddenly shook, and the originally bright void was suddenly filled with thick fog.
The moment it appeared, it completely covered the entire world, and its speed was so fast that it could be described as lightning.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of drums that resounded through the heavens and the earth arose out of nowhere, and the horrifying vibration frequency almost made everyone's heartbeats jump out of their throats. The weirdness of this place had reached its peak the moment the vibrations appeared.
"That is..." Feng Qingyang and the Holy Prince exclaimed at the same time. Both of them had extraordinary eyesight, one had flaming eyes, and the other had eyes that could see through the heavens and the earth.
Although the fog covering the sky was able to confuse countless powerful people present, it was not enough for all of them. Anyone who saw it gasped, their faces turned pale, and they bit their lips tightly, not daring to make a sound. Even their breathing stopped temporarily.
The ghost soldiers, lined up in neat rows, walked out of the swamp as if they were crushing the earth with steps that could make one's soul tremble.
There was no warhorse under his crotch, but a ferocious beast from ancient times that he had never seen before. Suffocating yin energy was coming violently. At this moment, there was no longer any sense of being in a paradise, only chilliness.
It was so cold that even Feng Qingyang had to tense up. The existence of ghost soldiers has always been a mystery, and no one has ever given a detailed explanation of them.
The Holy Lord disdains the Yin soldiers, but to the many cultivators below him, they are of no small matter.
Even someone as strong as Feng Qingyang couldn't fully understand it. Thinking back to what happened in the ruins of the Shang Dynasty, wasn't it the same evil soldiers
"The ghost soldiers are borrowing the road. How could it be the ghost soldiers borrowing the road? The blessed land of immortals cannot be filled with yin energy." Feng Qingyang was puzzled and he and the Holy Prince retreated quietly to the back of the crowd.
He is not a savior, so he will naturally not stand on the front line and die.
The practice of ghost soldiers passing through the country has existed since ancient times. It is said that they existed in ancient times. No one knows what they are, and their ancient costumes are obviously not from this era.