The barefoot, red-browed man's eyes flashed, and he raised his foot and took a step forward. He felt the world turn upside down, and when he appeared again, he was already in front of Feng Qingyang, with a weird look in his eyes. Almost at the moment of his arrival, a vigorous demonic aura instantly spread out.
He glanced at Feng Qingyang and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, kid, I won't harm you, otherwise why would I bring you into my cave
The reason for this is because of your strange magical power. Tell me quickly, how did you come from the bronze coffin that cut through the void? If you explain it clearly, I will let you go. Otherwise, hehe..."
His tone was a little sinister, and combined with his rough face, he looked particularly ferocious. After he finished speaking, his body flashed and returned to the steps where the scrolls were hung. He sat down as if nothing had happened.
"Don't be silent. I have plenty of ways to make you speak. You should know your own limitations." At the end, he added grimly. Samba's teeth were particularly dazzling in the misty fog, so much so that Feng Qingyang had the urge to punch him to pieces.
The big man's words echoed in the cave. Feng Qingyang seemed very silent, but not speaking did not mean not taking action. After a moment, he suddenly raised his hands, and almost at the moment he raised them, he was surrounded by a state of calm.
The bronze coffin that suppresses the world is not a remarkable magical power to him at all. Its origin is even in the world of cultivation. The reason why it has accompanied him as he grew up until now is simply because this magical power is particularly in line with the artistic conception of suppression.
A roaring sound was heard, and in the eyes of the barefoot, red-browed man, a strange airflow was flowing through Feng Qingyang's body. With the help of his magic power, a unique vibration rhythm was formed, like a sound wave, which actually contained some unspeakable constant.
So much so that after a moment, the void of the cave suddenly cracked. In fact, it could be said that it did not leave, but dispersed on its own after bearing the pressure from the other side. In the dark hole, a corner of the coffin was revealed, accompanied by a terrifying roar and the state of calmness on his body. It was only the moment when the tip of the iceberg was revealed that a huge roar was formed.
This is secondary and not the most important thing at all. The most important thing is that after the appearance of the World-suppressing Bronze Coffin, the coffin lid that seemed to be closed perfectly was actually moving slowly. When a tiny gap was revealed, the breath and light inside contained a shock that shocked everyone's mind. With the appearance of this breath, the entire cave seemed to sink more than ten feet with a bang. Moreover, on the wall of the World-suppressing Bronze Coffin, countless runes flashed, full of antiquity and vicissitudes.
Perhaps Feng Qingyang didn't notice it. Usually he just used his magical powers subconsciously, but now when everything slowed down, the changes that occurred were so strange that even he felt it was extremely strange.
The evil spirit on his body erupted uncontrollably, intertwining with the unique aura of the world-suppressing bronze coffin. A vague and hazy figure seemed to flash by in the coffin.
Although it was only a flash in the pan, a monstrous evil spirit immediately appeared. The strength of this evil spirit directly surpassed Feng Qingyang's by countless times, almost the difference between heaven and earth. If it weren't for Xiu's action, just the appearance of this evil spirit would be enough to make the barefoot, red-browed man tremble in his heart. The fleeting figure made his scalp numb. He couldn't tell the other party's origins. Even Feng Qingyang, the caster himself, didn't know why.
The appearance of that figure had nothing to do with his own cultivation level. Even the artistic conception of the Immortal Family Town could make it infinitely flourish. Its pure power almost made people's souls tremble. Even Feng Qingyang, whose soul contained the Soul Devourer, trembled all over after one glance. It was an instinctive reaction that occurred when facing a natural enemy.
Although the figure only flashed by, both of them could see each other's face at the critical moment. It was a woman with two bloodstains on her pale face.
Even the big man himself, with his strength and cultivation, showed an unconcealable shock at the appearance of this figure.
"I see. No wonder I am afraid of this person. It's because there is such an aura inside this ancient coffin."
He looked shocked and stared at Feng Qingyang intently. Although there was no murderous aura on his face, his calm gaze made Feng Qingyang feel uncomfortable, as if the other person could see through everything about him with just one look. In fact, this was indeed the case.
"The will of the last generation of Heaven—Qing Shuang! It must be her, otherwise there would be absolutely no trace of this aura. However, didn't she die when the ancient god Huo Zun took over her body? How come her residual soul still exists in the spirit world? Could it be that Huo Zun failed to kill her completely during the change in the heavens at that time?"
The calm smile of the barefoot, red-browed man disappeared in an instant. After guessing the identity of the short-lived person, he obviously thought of something, so that the expression on his face became solemn in an instant.
He even ignored Feng Qingyang and fell into silence. The change in the sky in the ancient times caused all the ancient powerful people to enter the Xuanhuang Land. In desperation, they joined forces to use their great magical powers to open up the dream world and injected a part of their souls into it, thus obtaining an alternative rebirth.
Those secrets hidden in the river of history, each of which is earth-shattering enough to others, but to him, all of this does not seem so mysterious, because - those changes were all experienced by him personally.
Although he could not see the blurry figure clearly, the face and the unique aura made him realize that he was absolutely right. The other party must be Qingshuang, the will of heaven of the previous generation.
After a long silence, he gradually came to his senses, his eyes resting on Feng Qingyang, and murmured: "So, you are not dead yet, but now it is no longer your era. The existence of that time may all have fallen. Qingshuang... Qingshuang... If we were not so timid back then, the world today would not be so weak. In the end, the root cause of everything now is still us."
The barefoot, red-browed man sat cross-legged above, staring blankly at Feng Qingyang, and an indelible look of fatigue and vicissitudes suddenly appeared on his face.
"Do you want to save her?" Suddenly his eyes flashed and his expression became strange. After looking at Feng Qingyang, the tiredness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by intense excitement.
"Whether you save her or not, you have to do this. The Qingshuang hasn't completely dissipated, so there is a chance that she can be resurrected. If she can come back to life, then at least our sins won't be so heavy!"