The endless sea of fire roared, and under the impact of the barefoot, red-browed man, bang bang sounds echoed. When all the figures behind him came closer, his real body was less than three feet away from Feng Qingyang.
He just stood there quietly, as if he had merged into the sea of fire. In the vacuum zone of dark red and purple, he was like a mountain, blocking Feng Qingyang from continuing to escape.
"Get out of the way!" Feng Qingyang shouted angrily, clasping his hands together, his eyes red. At this point he could not care less. Everyone he met in Taihao Immortal Palace had a past. If that was the case, he might as well kill everyone in front of him.
The annihilation transformed by the overwhelming slaughter swept across the opponent in its explosion, but just when it was about to touch the opponent's face, the barefoot man just waved his hand lightly.
With this wave, it was as if the sky was torn apart, and after breaking into pieces, it turned into countless debris and fragments that rolled in all directions. Moreover, after the shattering, his figure who was originally standing behind suddenly appeared in front of Feng Qingyang.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang could see clearly that the barefoot, red-browed man was holding a ball of light in his hand. It looked slightly similar to the magical power that had chased him at the beginning, but not as dazzling. It emitted a faint light from the palm of his hand and was slightly jumping like a cute elf.
He looked around with a strange gaze, and after scanning for a while, it finally stopped on Feng Qingyang. This abominable boy not only disturbed his sleep, but also wanted to enter his secret room. Doesn't he know that he is the owner of this place
"Boy, where are you from and where are you going?"
Feng Qingyang frowned, but didn't say anything, just stared at him. The big man's appearance was particularly abrupt, and in this world of fire, it was like walking in his own back garden.
Who is he? Is he the guardian of Taihao Immortal Palace, or... Suddenly, his whole body was shaken, and he seemed to have thought of something in his mind, so that when he looked at the other party again, there was already an indelible shock in his eyes.
Perhaps he saw through Feng Qingyang's thoughts, the barefoot, red-browed man also fell into silence. Ten thousand years passed by quietly. For a powerful man like him, silence was nothing more than a deep practice.
However, after he fell silent, the ball of light in his palm suddenly jumped violently, as if it had a spirituality and particularly disliked such a cold atmosphere. It jumped and flew out from his hand and surrounded Feng Qingyang.
The moment of contact, Feng Qingyang's hair stood up. What kind of existence is this? The breath it exudes is the unique breath of Xuanhuang Land, which can also be called fairy air.
It was extremely rich. Perhaps the so-called fairy energy was just one level higher than the spiritual energy. It could also be a kind of cultivation energy refined by the people here themselves.
As the air diffused, a faint whistling sound was heard by his ears. The ball of light that seemed to be slowly rotating around him was actually operating very quickly inside. Damn it, a cold snort was heard, and the rotating ball of light paused for a moment, then flashed back into the big man's palm.
"It's not like I haven't seen him before, aren't you embarrassing me?"
The ball of light jumped for a second, as if it was displeased with the big man's words, and it instantly released a majestic aura that spread and instantly merged into the sea of fire on all sides.
"So that's it!" After seeing this scene, Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank, and he suddenly had the answer in his heart. He finally knew the origin of the sea of fire. It turned out that it was spread by this big man and the ball of light. At first, he thought that the ball of light was a supreme Taoist weapon, but now it seems that it is not just a Taoist weapon.
"I still don't like silence. Now that there are people here, you have to play with me for a while." The big man muttered to himself. He suddenly raised his head and grabbed Feng Qingyang's shoulders, like an eagle holding a chick, and rushed towards the purple ** area quickly.
It was just the power that was revealed unintentionally that made Feng Qingyang feel despair. He seemed to have only seen this kind of strength briefly in the Holy Ancestor, and it was even better than that.
Wherever he passed, there was raging fire. The purple field seemed even more violent and intense. When it was about to touch the darkness in the center, the ball of light in his hand rushed forward. There was a click, and it was like a locked door suddenly opened. A green light covered the sky and the earth in an instant.
All this was completed in a very short time. Even the entire sky and the flames burning in all directions disappeared in the sound of crackling, and were replaced by another vast cave.
Inside the small cave, there is a different world. The diffuse gray feeling is like the heaviness after the creation of the world and the rebirth of chaos. However, this grayness does not affect the vision and can even be ignored.
Clouds and mist rolled on both sides of the cave, and after merging with the chaotic energy in the center, the cave was instantly filled with a refreshing feeling, and even turned into a storm, directly washing over Feng Qingyang's entire body.
At the innermost side of the cave, there is an eight-foot painting hanging on a mirror-like wall. The painting is also shrouded in mist, and a small bridge can be vaguely seen in the mist. The bridge is dark red in color, and it shows the vicissitudes of time.
Seeing this scene, Feng Qingyang suddenly felt somewhat similar, as if he had experienced it somewhere before. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his mind. Wasn't this the small bridge he had walked across to enter the ancient tomb
On the small bridge, there stood a woman in ancient costume. The ancient clothing revealed a different kind of purity. The woman stood quietly on the bridge with an umbrella. It seemed like just a painting, but for some reason, Feng Qingyang always felt that she was alive.
While he was distracted, he even felt that the woman in the painting was smiling at him. This shook his soul and he shuddered. It was not because he was afraid, but the weird atmosphere made him want to blow up everything here.
But no matter whether it was the man in the fog or the barefoot, red-browed man standing quietly next to the scroll, Feng Qingyang felt that they were all so weird. He thought about escaping, but under the pressure spread by the other party, he knew that it was all in vain. Since he couldn't escape, he simply gave up the idea of escaping and was better to be prepared for the unknown things that happened next.
"You are very strong, really very strong. In time, you will definitely surpass me, and even all the strong people in Xuanhuang Land." The big man reached out his hand lovingly to touch the person in the scroll, raised his head and spoke softly. He did not look at Feng Qingyang, and did not know who he was talking to.
As the sound came out, the scroll gradually disappeared into the mist. No trace of it could be seen anymore. Even the strange atmosphere on it disappeared, and was replaced by silence.
It was deathly quiet, so quiet that there was no breath. For a moment, the entire cave was filled with silence.