"According to my speculation, although this place is a bit strange, it is not absolute. Tonight at midnight will be the time when this place opens." Tianji Zhenren's gaze stayed on the small bridge in front and he said softly.
He glanced at Feng Qingyang silently and then said nothing more. In his opinion, with the other party's powerful strength, he must have guessed one or two things. The reason why he remained silent until now was probably that he had some plans.
“After just a few decades of cultivation, he has stood at the top of the spiritual world. Not to mention that there has been no one before him, there will definitely be no one after him. It may be incredible to ordinary people, but to me, it is inevitable. However, I want to see how he is going to break the restrictions here, whether he forces his way through or walks onto the bridge to test it himself.” Tianji Zhenren sighed inwardly. He knew that the restrictions here were not very strong, but they were extremely weird. Otherwise, he would have been unable to suppress his inner turmoil and forced to deduce them.
The feeling of being unable to control something made him feel more or less powerless. He thought that perhaps Feng Qingyang really had some amazing way to break through the problem.
Feng Qingyang's gaze remained unchanged, as if it had thorns, staring straight at the small bridge in front of him, and his originally relaxed brows had unconsciously become deeply wrinkled, showing the obvious entanglement in his heart at the moment.
“I guess this is the place where we officially enter the Immortal Palace. Everything outside is just a screening after all, to eliminate all the unimportant people, and now the remaining ones…” Thinking of this, he glanced around without leaving a trace, there were exactly forty-nine people!
The small bridge three hundred feet away seemed ordinary and even beautiful. To others, it was nothing at all, but in his opinion, everything here was lurking with murderous intent. This murderous intent was not cast by the master of Taihao Immortal Palace, but was the intervention of the will of heaven.
"Whether it is as I guessed, I can only know by trying." Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and a gleam of light flashed. The moment he spoke, he folded his hands and pressed lightly towards the void.
The originally empty void suddenly trembled, and then condensed into an incarnation that was not much different from Feng Qingyang. He peeled off a piece of Soul Devouring and entered it, controlling this incarnation to slowly move forward.
"First cross three hundred feet and stand on the edge of the small bridge." Feng Qingyang never looked at the incarnation he had transformed into. He stared straight at the small bridge in front of him from beginning to end.
As Feng Qingyang took action, the crowd automatically made way for him. In their opinion, this was a reckless act by Feng Qingyang, but from the perspective of Tianji Zhenren, he was secretly amazed.
Nothing is as satisfying as thinking about it in reality, and some ideas must be verified. He believes in Feng Qingyang. With his talent and intelligence, he must know that a blind collision will trigger a chain reaction. But now that he has taken action, he must have a foolproof plan. Thinking of this, he can't help but look forward to what this mysterious zombie that has risen like a comet will do.
"Qingyang, have you thought it through?" The Holy Prince asked doubtfully. It was not that he did not believe Feng Qingyang, but he wanted to remind him not to cause unnecessary trouble because of his impulse.
"It's okay..." Feng Qingyang waved his hand, interrupting the Saint Prince's next words. His consciousness was always focused on his incarnation, and his gaze did not change at all.
The incarnation passed by the crowd at an extremely fast speed, closing the distance in almost the blink of an eye. The range of three hundred feet was just a snap of a finger for him, and without any hesitation, he arrived at the edge of the bridge.
At the moment when his incarnation was about to touch the edge of the bridge, Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and the brilliance hidden in them burst out. He stared at it almost intently, and with a thought, the incarnation finally took the first step. After one step, he took three more steps in succession before he finally stopped.
Three steps later, when he was about to take the fourth step, a wisp of white mist appeared in the originally clear void in an instant, like a surrounding white jade ribbon, and after it appeared, it went straight towards the incarnation.
The hidden murderous intent suddenly erupted, and the terrifying momentum was like a huge wave, which actually locked onto Feng Qingyang through the incarnation and pressed him to the point of suffocation.
In addition, as other monks watched, the white jade ribbon flowing on the bridge began to twist, as if someone was controlling it in secret.
Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed rapidly, and his heart seemed to have received some confirmation. He forcibly resisted the pressure, his expression unchanged, as if nothing had happened.
But in his heart, he was controlling the avatar: "Three steps and it stops, four steps and the world changes!"
As expected, he suddenly made up his mind and stopped at the third step. He controlled the incarnation to perform the seal and stayed there for about an incense stick of time.
The incarnation calmly pressed towards the void, and there was a loud bang. The originally silent place suddenly shook under the roar.
Immediately afterwards, the murderous intent that was originally locked on his incarnation actually trembled slightly, and the surrounding white jade belt suddenly dissipated.
"As expected, the changes of this small bridge lie in time, its restrictions lie in randomness, and it appears in a regular pattern amidst the chaos.
It's like, the moment you step onto the small bridge, the restriction will be activated, locking you within three steps, exploding within four steps, pausing for an incense stick to turn back to pull away the murderous intent, but this murderous intent needs to be activated manually."
Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed as he looked at the place where the incarnation stayed. He took another three steps forward. At the seventh step, he was strangled by murderous intent and turned into ashes.
Feng Qingyang's formation comes from the inheritance of formation, which is a link between the past and the future. Coupled with his own understanding of Feng Shui changes and his sharp divine eye, it has already undergone new changes.
His restrictions are unprecedented, although not unprecedented. With the breakthrough in his cultivation, they will naturally reach a higher level.
"The restrictions within the restrictions are like the butterfly effect on Earth. Once the murderous intent is triggered, the entire body will be linked together. Any cultivator who enters will be killed by the terrifying murderous intent. This place is known as the place where immortals are killed. The horror of this restriction is probably..."
Feng Qingyang narrowed his eyes silently, and his slightly messy long hair just covered his bright and wild eyes.
"Did you see anything, fellow Daoist?" Tianji Zhenren next to him had been staring at Feng Qingyang deeply, and all his subtle changes were closely watched by him.
As he spoke, the Holy Prince instantly turned his head and looked at him, but... he was looking at Master Tianji, and his eyes were surprisingly unfriendly.