The cold feeling made his soul, which was about to fall into a coma, instantly wake up.

And the originally withered seeds are also showing signs of recovery under the washing of this power.

It was only at this point that he let go of the gathered power and let it merge into the corpses on the altar.

This is his seventh year here!

Shen Shaoqing, the wind cleared the ground and sat on the edge of the altar, he did not immediately investigate the mystery of the altar and the corpse, but slightly deep refining the halo that swallowed into the body.

"This power is too weird. Feng Qingyang muttered, the faint halo not only repaired his origin, but even the exhausted mana was restored after this devouring.

About half a moment passed, Feng Qingyang stood up, looked at the void in all directions, and did not see Kong Xuan's colorful divine light, thinking that he had already reached the Supreme God Realm, right?

With a sigh, feeling the energy and strength in his body, at least now he could hold on for seven years, got up and walked towards the center of the altar, he wanted to see what this corpse was.

He is not fast, almost step by step, every step will be laid an enchantment, this altar has a halo of light from all sides all the time, as long as it is absorbed, he can restore his mana, therefore, he is not saving.

"In the seventh year, it has been the seventh year of exile here, I have not gone in the wrong direction, and I can even clearly feel the source of the pressure from all sides, but why, I have never been able to enter that world?"

Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth and walked forward step by step, his divine consciousness spread, enveloping the entire altar in all directions, looking at the corpse in the center, I don't know why, there will always be a powerful throbbing coming.

With a somewhat heavy heart, he walked slowly, especially when the throbbing in his heart became more and more intense, his blood beat even more uneasily, pushing him forward to find the answer.

Suddenly, he arrived, and he walked to the center of the altar, however, to his shock, he did not see the face of the corpse.

It was a bloody face, his facial features were gone, and in fact, at a glance, it could be seen that his entire face had been poached alive by something.

The scene was brutal and bloody, I don't know how many years it had existed, but under this constantly converging halo, it would not be destroyed, and it would remain in its original state from beginning to end.

This is a huge bronze ancient coffin, it is precisely because of the existence of this ancient coffin that the body inside the blessing has not been corrupted, and it is also because of this coffin that the halo of the void will condense.

The tall and straight corpse, if you don't look at it, it is also a majestic man, with a white robe, outlining the stars, the sun and the moon.

And the mouth of the ancient coffin is spreading a hazy light curtain, Feng Qingyang stood here and groaned for a long time, he didn't know why, why when he saw this person, his heart suddenly contracted.

Turning to look in all directions, nine iron cables ran through, winding and suppressing it, could it be that this dark existence was just to keep him from going out?

This battle is a full year, this year, he has never been weak, he has always remained awake and strong, he looked at the ancient coffin, looked at the corpse for a year, he seemed to understand who he was.

Thinking of this, he suddenly gave birth to a wave of anger, this anger was surging, and the catharsis swept all directions, and the bloodline of the corpse king in his body was full of hideousness, as if there was an unwilling will faintly.

The important thing is that in this year, perhaps because it has been stimulated, the seed of the dantian has actually expanded by one point, and its surface is covered with countless complex inscriptions.

Even if Feng Qingyang wants to take a closer look, he can't do it, once he looks at it for a long time, his mind will be damaged, but in this year, he has understood a lot of things.

The biggest doubt that had been bothering him finally gradually saw a gap, he turned around, and with a fist, he instantly bombarded the bronze ancient coffin filled with light curtains behind him.

"Is it you who have kept me out of this place for eight years, and it is also the call you have given me that allows me to find here?"

Feng Qingyang understood, in this year's silence, he understood, maybe he still had doubts in his heart, but when he looked at the iron rope that ran through the sky, he suddenly looked back, isn't this person himself?

He seemed to see that someday in countless years, someone had come to this place, and he might have offended someone, so much so that after death, his body was suppressed here.

This coffin is not a simple bronze ancient coffin, but has the effect of avoiding heaven and the reincarnation of fate.

"You are me, I am you, it turns out that the person who has been in my dream is not Pangu, let alone anyone else in the spirit world, that person is me, but who am I?"

Feng Qingyang was crazy, he smashed on the light curtain with a punch, and the seemingly ordinary light curtain, after the fist touched, there was an incomparably sharp cutting force.

Blood flowed down the light curtain, some of it went into the light curtain, and the other part quietly dripped down the edge of the altar.

Unbeknownst to him, the blood disappeared in the blink of an eye as it touched the altar, and seemed to be consumed by it, and slowly, a roar gradually rose.

This strange change, Feng Qingyang didn't know at all, at this moment, he was like a complete madman, even if he was sober in his heart, but his physical body did not stop his crazy actions at this time.

With the rotation of the dantian seed, the wisp of breath that he had never understood erupted again, converging along the fist, and under the boom, the light curtain shattered, and he pressed it on the corpse in the coffin.

Almost at this moment, a mournful roar came from all directions, this mournful roar came from nowhere, and there was no trace in all directions, as if at the moment when the wind cleared and shattered the light curtain, it touched something.

In the middle of the boom, in the dark void, a huge sea of clouds condensed itself, flooding the heavens and the earth, and completely surrounding this place.

Feng Qingyang's eyes were blurred, he seemed to have entered another strange space, he clearly saw that opposite him, there was a person sitting cross-legged, his eyebrows were clear, and he looked a little ordinary, but the aura exuded by his body was extremely amazing, at least according to his current cultivation, he couldn't understand it at all.

He thought it was an illusion, but when he looked closely, that person was himself, and almost at the moment when he looked over, the man opened his eyes, and the two looked at each other, and a feeling of breath filled his body.

It was a strange and familiar feeling, and it was the time he had felt it when he had fallen asleep and entered some dark space and looked into the giant that had been pierced by nine chains.

"This is ......" Feng Qingyang's eyes were a little dazed, and he deeply hid his shock.