Six of the ten shining suns were gone in a short while. If the tortoise shell was not broken, the remaining shining suns would also fall one after another.
At that time, he would inevitably face a violent attack from three people led by the old man with the dragon head. If he were to discuss the Dao alone, the other party would naturally not be Feng Qingyang's opponent.
But the other party had three people, and when they worked together, their cultivation was comparable to that of a quasi-saint. Such a powerful realm was enough to make Feng Qingyang despair, and he would die here if he was not careful.
"Your ancestor is so strict..." Feng Qingyang's face was as gloomy as water. He raised his hand and punched the tortoise shell on the ground again, and then several punches came down in succession.
This lasted for a while, until the halo surrounding the tortoise shell gradually dimmed and the old man's body, which had recovered to its original state, was blown up again, Feng Qingyang stopped.
In this way, at least the anger in his heart was dispersed. At this moment, his eyes were clear, without any trace of anxiety or worry. As the saying goes, there is always a way out when you reach the mountain, and there is always a way out when you look beyond the dark clouds.
The word "Wang" rises slowly, his eyes are as fiery as torches, the brilliance emanating from them almost melts the void. No matter how violent the winds and rains are outside, he remains as calm as Mount Tai, and remains unmoved even if the sky collapses and the earth breaks.
"Turtle shell... Turtle shell..." He whispered to himself, reaching out to gently touch the patterns on the tortoise shell. The heat in his eyes turned into tranquility, and it was as gentle as water as he stared down with a lasting gaze.
It looks like cracked lines, and there is an alternative pattern in the chaos. Although it is not too obvious, if a newcomer looks carefully, he can still see it.
Rumor has it that the black tortoise is one of the four great spiritual creatures in heaven and earth, and can carry the world in chaos. Although it is a bit exaggerated, its power and spirituality are not false at all. At least in Feng Qingyang's opinion, this may not be a legend.
Although the ancient myths have disappeared in the long river of history, there are still countless traces that have been captured by people in later generations. Although they are only fleeting glimpses, they are enough to glimpse the glory of the distant era.
Feng Qingyang collected his thoughts and gradually his eyes became blurred. Everything in the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with him. Not only that, even though there were only two dimly shining suns in the sky, he remained unmoved.
“A spiritual turtle can calm the sea and cover the whole world. Although this turtle shell is on this old man, he is obviously not the real spiritual turtle. Perhaps the secret of this turtle shell lies in the patterns engraved on it…” Feng Qingyang murmured. As he became more and more peaceful, his soul felt an unprecedented ethereal feeling.
Some people can travel beyond the nine heavens under this ethereal state, and some people can take this opportunity to break through and gain enlightenment, but Feng Qingyang keeps his mind focused and concentrates all the enlightenment generated by the ethereal hand on the tortoise shell on the ground.
Following the dense and seemingly confusing patterns, I suddenly saw a clue. Although I knew that this tortoise shell held a big secret, it was really not something that ordinary people could figure out.
At least, the fact that it could be carried by this tortoise shell was enough to prove that the concealment method was extremely brilliant. Feng Qingyang was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of it, which was unprecedented.
"So that's how it is. The reason why this old man is immortal is precisely this tortoise shell. Since you are not the real spirit tortoise, I will peel off your armor." Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up, and as he spoke, his ten fingers opened, flashing with cold light, and his sharp nails flew out like swords with a whoosh.
He smiled strangely, and unknowingly, the fangs between his lips gradually grew. Under this strangeness, Feng Qingyang's body gradually began to transform into the true form of the king.
All of this happened subconsciously, and Feng Qingyang didn't even realize that his fingernails couldn't break the tortoise shell, but that didn't mean he couldn't break anything else.
Although the old man's body was strong, it was nothing compared to Feng Qingyang. Feng Qingyang destroyed the tortoise shell like cutting tofu, and after a moment, the tortoise shell was completely peeled off from his body.
Almost at this moment, the sky collapsed, and the last bright sun was extinguished in an instant. With the collapse of the barrier, the murderous intent on the surface suddenly locked onto it.
"Hmph, you are late." Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, turned his hand and put the tortoise shell into the Dantian world, and at the same time mobilized the nascent avenue of the entire world to suppress it under the ultimate heart of Xuanhuang.
Suddenly, his eyes blurred and he felt the magical power bombarding his body. His whole body shook. The unimaginable violent impact made his body instantly send out bangs. Although Mei Yu exploded and died, he was still in great pain. He spit out a mouthful of blood. Feng Qingyang's eyes showed shock and he quickly rushed to the left.
"Fuck you, Immortal, this guy..." Feng Qingyang's scalp tingled. The scene he least wanted to see finally appeared. He had some guesses in his mind at first, but in the end he still held on to a glimmer of hope.
But now it seems that all this has come true. The old man in the tortoise shell is indeed bound by the tortoise shell. Although he will be much stronger with the tortoise shell, he is not weak now.
If an ordinary cultivator had used that magical power before, he would have been dead for sure. However, he relied on his strong body and managed to withstand the fatal blow. Even so, he was still extremely weak.
Feng Qingyang was shocked and turned around quickly. Looking back, he saw that the old men had joined forces. However, the strange thing was that after the tortoise shells were peeled off, their eyes had changed a little. Although they still had undisguised murderous intent towards him, they were not as crazy as they were at the beginning.
What surprised him even more was that after the tortoise shell disappeared completely, the dragon head and several other old men all revealed their true forms. The dragon head, wings, and tiger claws fell off one after another. It was not that they did so intentionally, but it was as if they had completely lost some kind of connection.
The dragon head and other items fell off and were suspended in the air, emitting a faint light. Feng Qingyang didn't understand why. Suddenly, the other party raised his hand and pushed all the remaining three items to Feng Qingyang.
"What do you mean?" He cried out in surprise, but thinking of the mystery of the tortoise shell, these things were definitely not ordinary things, and they were related to treasures. Naturally, he wanted to put them in his own pocket.
With this mentality, Feng Qingyang collected them one by one without hesitation. The difference was that he did not suppress the remaining three things under the central Xuanhuang, but separated them one by one and suppressed them with the power of the four origins.
His subconscious told him that there must be something fishy going on with these things, but it just hadn't been figured out yet.
"The treasure belongs to you, but you have to be alive to take it. You are the only person I have seen since the ancient times who has reached the level of the evil genius of the ancient times... Then let me see how good you are."
The old man with the tortoise shell began to speak, and after a moment of silence, the four of them dispersed and locked the four directions, turning all the thousands of square meters into a prison.