said that he looked back and smiled, but when he turned around, he made the people behind him sweat coldly, looking at him in horror.

It's not that I'm afraid of the wind, but everyone present is a great power to break through the realm of the demon king, and everyone's mind is extremely delicate, looking at his smile, I always feel weird.

But it was only a brief moment, Feng Qingyang turned his head, and at the moment of turning back, the smile on his face gradually solidified, replaced by indifference and coldness.

"When I'm a fool, when I'm stepping on a stepping stone?" snorted coldly, and with a grunt of his eyes, he moved forward again, stopping less than a meter from the altar.

At this distance, you can already see what is inside, the closed altar has no color, but there is a small gap in the center, seeing this, Feng Qingyang suddenly released his divine consciousness and swept towards the gap.

Standing there silently, seemingly motionless, in fact he was already extremely vigilant at this time, almost like a taut bowstring, ready to burst out at any moment.

The closer he got to the altar, the more frightened he became, and at this moment, his divine sense covered the altar, and his eyes fell on its center, and the mana in his body had already begun to work, ready to deal with the impending anomaly.

After a short time, Feng Qingyang suddenly retracted his sense, and took a strange step forward, this step was like heaven and earth, and the original sense of tension disappeared without a trace in an instant.

When I came to the altar, I looked at the opening, no matter how I looked at it, I felt familiar, and after thinking about it, I flipped my palm and put the upside-down Blood Dance Demon Sword in my hand.

"Could it be that this is just a key?" muttered, glancing at the magic sword in his hand again, feeling the trembling aura in it, he smiled indifferently.

Immediately inserted it towards the gap, this insertion did not matter, what mattered was that the moment the magic sword entered, a roar suddenly came from the void in all directions.

With the appearance of the roar, the wind suddenly rose, almost covering the realization of everyone in the moment of the appearance of the roar, even the divine consciousness.

When the wind disappeared, I saw that the wind was clear, but I saw him standing on the altar, the magic sword in his hand had been inserted halfway, and then turned slightly in all directions.

Sonorous sonor!

Several extremely harsh and heavy metal crashes came, and at the same time, the magic sword in Feng Qingyang's hand was red and began to tremble violently.

Feng Qingyang's heart was shocked, and he secretly said that it was not good, although this magic sword was not a good thing, but for him, it was an extremely rare weapon in his hand, so he naturally didn't want any accidents to happen to him.

Thinking of this, he used force in his hand, but instead of continuing to thrust downward, he slowly pulled it upward, and the speed at which he drew his sword was not fast, almost like an ant.

The people below were shocked, perhaps Feng Qingyang didn't notice it, but when he drew his sword, a shadowy figure appeared behind him.

The terrifying thing is that this figure is actually sitting with the same plan as Feng Qingyang, not only that, but when Feng Qingyang drew his sword, he actually pulled out a sword from nothingness.

The sword had no substance, but it could still feel the powerful coercion contained in it, and everyone below could see it clearly, but the wind on the altar was still unaware.

At this time, he seemed to have lost his soul, and when the magic sword was drawn, he did not take it back, but at the moment it appeared, he took a deep breath and swung it behind him.

With this wave, ripples suddenly appeared in the void, like the lake water being blown by a strong wind, and after the ripples appeared, they quickly spread and rippled in all directions.

As the ripples gradually spread, the rumbling sound began to come, deafening, continuous, the passage was not very spacious around it, when the sound appeared, it showed a superimposed trend, and finally formed a storm.

After this storm appeared, Feng Qingyang stomped his foot towards the carbon accumulation without looking back, and stared at the void behind him with random eyes, as if he had already noticed it.

The flickering and sharp gaze, where was a little confused, he took a deep look at the people below, and said to the white rhino for a while, and then his body shook and disappeared in place.

And just after he disappeared, the wind that had appeared in the passage also subsided, and everyone finally came back to their senses, but looking at the altar, there was still a shadow of the wind.

"What about people?" some people exclaimed, and some people even scolded, all pointing to the wind and being irresponsible, but how did they know that this qiē was already calculated by the wind and smoke?

"Come with me. At this time, the white rhino stepped forward and roared, his cultivation was strong, and he was a white rhino himself, so that his voice carried a natural power and oppression.

He didn't leave, but was sucked into the Great Array, and this altar was not a Great Array, but played a teleportation role. He was full of words, but in fact his heart was extremely strange, and these words were told to him by Feng Qingyang when he disappeared.

In order to verify his thoughts, the white rhino jumped and came directly to the edge of the altar, and when he came to the stage, he realized the strangeness before the wind cleared.

Turning back and nodding at everyone, he also pretended to pull out a small golden sword that shimmered with fine light, but he didn't insert it, but followed the method that Feng Qingyang had said a long time ago, and lightly slashed the sword on the altar.

With this stroke, the small sword in his hand disappeared, but the wind that had disappeared reappeared, and then he stretched out his big hand and directly pulled up the man who had been with him below, and walked towards the center of the storm.

The departure of the two of them immediately stimulated the people below, and immediately a storm was heard, but this storm was not born from the altar, but came from within them.

However, when they walked up to the altar, they instantly understood, and it was only at this time that they understood the role of the altar, which was clearly a teleportation array.

Instead of sacrificing the magic weapon as usual, they secretly cursed the prank of the wind and the clear wind, and immediately looked at the center of the altar, and waved it lightly, and the wind rose, and everyone disappeared one after another.

"It's not over yet, it's still a passageway. "When everyone appeared, they found that they were still in the passage, but the aura here seemed to be countless times more dangerous than the previous place.

The walls around are full of flesh and blood, although they come from ancient times, but at this time, it seems that they have just formed, and the bloody walls are still dripping blood.

Ticking and ticking, falling on the ground is like an extremely harsh bell, which stimulates the already tense nerves of everyone present all the time.

"This is the breath of the ancient dragon, it is definitely his breath, such a rich blood qi, if you retreat again, I dare to guarantee that you can get a creation with the help of this blood qi. ”

Some people exclaimed, their expressions moved, and some people couldn't wait to sit cross-legged in place and start meditating and cultivating, looking like they wouldn't be moving forward.