Boom!
The endless roar slowly advanced with the misty fog. The cold breath pressed down the void, almost making the sky here seem like it was about to collapse.
Feng Qingyang frowned. Although he could see their team clearly, what surprised him was that he could not see the other party's faces no matter what.
It seemed that, with his identity, he was not qualified to touch that level. He turned around and looked at the Holy Prince. There was a flash of horror in the eyes of both of them. It was obvious that what he knew was exactly the same as Feng Qingyang's.
For a moment, the scene became chaotic, and countless monks flew into the air like headless flies. However, the terrifying thing was that they could not retreat at all. The invisible rules restricted them, and it was clear that they would be wiped out here.
Feng Qingyang hid at the back of the crowd, looking at the approaching evil soldiers. Suddenly, a crazy idea flashed through his mind. At the moment this idea appeared,
The world is undergoing drastic changes here. The endless void opens up out of nowhere, and an ancient bronze door suddenly appears. The ancient atmosphere and vicissitudes of life are beyond the understanding of anyone.
It seemed to have spanned ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, a million years, or even an existence beyond ancient times. Feng Qingyang's brows relaxed instantly. If his guess was correct, perhaps their origins...
While he was thinking, the Yin soldiers came roaring, and their neat footsteps shook the sky. Every time he stepped on them, it was enough to make everyone's heart pound. Any monk who was unable to dodge and was hit or swept by the Yin soldiers lost his soul in an instant and turned into a walking corpse following behind him.
When such a horrifying scene appeared, everyone finally roared loudly and displayed countless magical powers. Under the bang, it was weird that the powerful magical power seemed to hit nothingness.
In panic, countless monks were once again involved and became one of their followers, walking towards the bronze gate in front with stiff steps.
Feng Qingyang clearly saw that those cultivators who came into contact with the Yin soldiers did not completely lose their souls, but their bodies were no longer controlled by their souls. Otherwise, why was there a look of extreme fear in their eyes after they followed the Yin soldiers
And this army of ghost soldiers was not endless. There were only a few hundred of them, two people in a group. The long team came out from the fog, as if they had crossed time and space.
Just as the last ghost soldier was about to enter the bronze gate, Feng Qingyang's face turned ferocious and he could no longer suppress the madness in his heart. He circulated the blood of the Corpse King, his body was filled with a cold aura, he jumped up, opened his arms, and instantly hugged the last one.
At that moment, everyone was shocked, and countless eyes were focused on him. Even the Holy Prince was horrified, not knowing what Feng Qingyang was thinking and why he wanted to rush out.
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Everyone had different thoughts, but they didn't know that Feng Qingyang was the one who was shocked to the extreme at this moment. The feeling under his touch was not emptiness, but the feeling of a real entity.
Icy, cold, chilly, that aura was beyond anything he knew, as if it didn't belong to this world at all. But if it wasn't from this world, then...what kind of existence were they
Suddenly, a thought flashed through Feng Qingyang's mind that he himself couldn't believe. Could it be that they were from another era before the spiritual world
Is there nothing above the ancient times? Although it is a cave world, there should be a starting point from beginning to end. It is said that Pangu created the world and the four ancient gods suppressed the ancient times.
Where did Pangu come from, and what existed before him? Just as these thoughts flashed through his mind, the ghost soldier he was holding suddenly turned his head and looked at him with a pale face.
The empty eyes should have no expression, but Feng Qingyang felt his hair stand on end and his back went cold. He didn't dare to meet his gaze. The eyes that were empty to the extreme contained another kind of color.
There were two strange blushes on his pale face. Suddenly, he seemed to find that the ghost soldier was smiling at him. Just when he was about to shout loudly, the ghost soldier's body shook and turned into a wisp of white smoke, which completely dissipated into the bronze gate. As the ghost soldier passed by, the fog that filled the sky and the earth also dissipated.
Feng Qingyang stood there in a daze. A new cloud of fog appeared again. Ghost soldiers... Ghost soldiers...
The ghost soldiers he encountered in the ruins of the Shang Dynasty were obviously not comparable to the ones now, especially the last one he hugged. That look was something he would never forget.
Could it be that in the previous era of the spirit world, there was another world that had been buried in the hands of the owner of the cave world? The so-called Pangu was just a new spirit world created from the ruins
Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the bronze gate behind him which had not yet completely disappeared into the void. He clasped his hands together, and the void cracked, and an ancient aura suddenly appeared.
Afterwards, a huge bronze coffin emerged. As the coffin lid opened, a misty aura transformed into a hand and finally entered as the bronze door closed.
“Qingyang…” The Holy Prince was horrified. Just as he was about to hit the bronze door with the stick, the dazed Feng Qingyang suddenly raised his hand to stop him.
A firmness flashed in his eyes, and his soul followed the breath of the ancient coffin into a world he could not believe in... Ghost soldiers were everywhere, it was a completely different world.
But that world was exactly the same as the spiritual world he was in now, even the starry sky, or the three thousand cultivation stars, even the palm world and the sealed world seemed to exist.
His entry immediately attracted the attention of the ghost soldiers inside, but strangely, they just smiled at Feng Qingyang in response.
"Puff..." Feng Qingyang's face turned pale, he spat out a mouthful of blood, took two steps back, and fell to the ground from the void. Looking back, he saw that this time the ghost soldiers had directly taken away more than twenty powerful ancient emperors.
He clearly saw them in that world, but the difference was that when he first entered it he was afraid, but after entering it turned into understanding.
“No… This is not another world above the spirit world, this is a person’s magical power… In other words, the world where the Yin soldiers are located is an indescribable world of powerful consciousness!
What is hidden in the spirit world? Why can I enter with my zombie body, but those monks will be sealed off from the spirit world if they touch it? "
At this moment, he suddenly realized that this small cave world was not what he had imagined at all. Perhaps there were countless ancient beings who were quietly waiting for the game of heaven and would never act without authorization until the last moment.
With their strength, how could they not know that this was a cave world? Who wouldn't want to break through the air from this place and achieve true self-liberation