The old man of the dead tree proudly glanced at the dustless real person with the corpse control bell in his hand, and took the lead in teleporting away with the wind, thunder, rain, lightning and wind Qingyang.

There were a few clicks of breaking through the air, and they disappeared in place.

"They are too arrogant, aren't they afraid of causing a sect war?"

"Elder, when we go back, we will unite with the Ten Great Sects of the Righteous Path to crusade against the Ghost King Sect and destroy him all over the world!" a disciple shouted, but now he was blushing and his neck was thick, and he wanted to immediately catch Feng Qingyang and tear it apart.

"Smack!" Wuchen was extremely upset, and he slapped the disciple who was screaming the most with a flick of his hand, and his mouth was full of blood, and it was swollen into a pig's head in the blink of an eye.

"Rubbish!"

"Keep up!" said and took the lead into the teleportation array, and those disciples were all gloating and looking at the one who was beaten, they were all glad that they didn't go to be the first bird, and the people's hearts were sinister, so you know.

"Brush!"

When Feng Qingyang opened his eyes again, he was already in a scorching desert, the desert was hot, and there was no trace of yin qi, but fortunately, there was still a yin condensation bead in his hand, so it would not be affected for the time being.

As far as the eye can see, the desert is endless, and it is surprising that there are no sand dunes in this desert, and the flat river is far away, and it seems that the places where the sky is interacting seem to be connected to the dim sky.

"Hahaha, congratulations on entering the second layer of the cave, the magic weapon that can open the third layer is the first layer of the lost "Array Technique", if you can enter the third and even the last layer like a bamboo, there will be surprises that you can't imagine?

The empty desert echoed the joking Liu Wuji's joking voice, and when he heard his voice, he felt that this person should be an old naughty boy with a bold personality.

The follow-up Maoshan and the others all heard this guiding voice, and their hearts were overjoyed, and they failed to compete for the corpse control bell on the first layer, and lost countless disciples. Then this layer of "Array Technique" must be obtained!

"But it also depends on whether you have the corresponding ability, there is a way to be a magic weapon, etc., you are destined to be a person, but I am afraid that you have a life to take but no life to enjoy!"

This time, the tone changed sharply from the previous banter, and the sentence of life-taking but nameless enjoyment suddenly filled the calm desert with a murderous atmosphere.

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, and they were all infected by this murderous intent, and they became a little cringe.

"Qingyang, this zombie king Liu Wuji is a man of temperament, but he is also a demon who has killed countless people, but he is also the ancestor of our demon path, and he will not harm us in the future!"

After the old man of the dead tree obtained the wind and clear corpse control bell, there was obviously a hint of closeness in his tone, as the so-called taking people with short hands and eating people with soft mouths, there is no absolute feeling, and it will only be so if you are kind to it.

Feng Qingyang was silent, and instead of answering the dead tree's words, he fell into deep thought.

When he entered the first layer before, he lost contact with everyone, so he didn't hear the sound of the idea left by the zombie king Liu Wuji in the cave, but after hearing it, there were inexplicable ripples in his heart, and the sense of calling by the waterhole in the Death Mountain Range was even more obvious, but his heart was restless, and he looked at the front of the desert without leaving a trace, which seemed to be the sound of the summoning from somewhere.

"Qingyang, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that Feng Qingyang actually lost his mind at this time, the dead tree asked in surprise.

"Nothing. Feng Qingyang replied casually, but his brows were furrowed deeper, and he had to go and see it!

"If you don't see the Yellow River, your heart won't die, if you don't look at it, I'm afraid that I won't be able to settle down for a moment. Thinking so in his heart, he said hello to the withered tree Taoist and the wind, thunder, rain and lightning and others, and roared away in that direction.

......

"Elder......"

"Shut up, I suffered such a big loss before, if it was so cheap, how could they swallow this evil breath in their hearts, let's follow. "The so-called praying mantis catches cicadas and yellow finches are behind, but it is unknown who is the mantis and who is the yellow finch.

Rushing out for dozens of miles in one breath, Feng Qingyang relied on the call in his heart to move quickly in the desert.

The wind, thunder, rain and lightning are all a little inexplicable, and this desert looks flat. You can see the horizon at a glance, but why do you want to run around in the desert when the wind is clear?

However, they are all bold and bold people, and they trust Feng Qingyang, so even if they have some doubts in their hearts, they still follow him closely.

"People...... What about people?"

At this time, the ghost wind flying in the sky suddenly stopped, and his eyes were full of surprise, not only him, but also the dead trees and several people were shocked.

The wind is clear and can't control the sky, so he can only jump on the ground, but this jump and jump actually disappears, and there is not even a sign at all.

"What about others, Master!" asked Feng Thunder and Storm at the same time, his tone urgent, and a strong sense of worry and concern came out.

The old man of the dead tree was silent for a long time, and a rare solemn color appeared on his face, and he had also seen the strange appearance of the wind blowing before, but he didn't say it, so it was not easy to ask.

"I don't know, I'm afraid that the birth of this Zombie King Cave Mansion has an irreversible relationship with him!"

"Master!"

"Don't worry, Qingyang will be fine!" said the old withered tree as he looked at the yellow sand below.

......

When the wind cleared and landed in the air again, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, and the yellow sand was still under his feet, but there were strange huge peaks standing around him, these peaks appeared abruptly, and a strong killing intent followed. Feng Qingyang's heart trembled, as if he had fallen into a sea of blood, and everywhere he passed was a strong smell of blood.

"No matter, let's go first. Arriving here, the summoning power in his heart had become more and more intense, and Feng Qingyang jumped in without thinking about it.

Rumble!

The heavens and the earth changed again, the wind was clear and the sky was gloomy, the yellow sand was everywhere, and huge stones were floating in the air, and the smell of blood in the air was also stronger.

The wind cleared and jumped forward.

Bang!

I felt that my body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and he could only jump two or three meters high at the moment, and he felt that the air was viscous and difficult to move between waving his hands!

"Am I in some big array?"

But at this moment, the floating boulder suddenly began to rotate rapidly, and a gust of wind mixed with yellow sand rushed to the face, and the wind was clear and unguarded by a boulder, and suddenly flew out of the distance.

"This array is a formation of flying sand and stones, break this formation - life, or death - death!"

A cold and ruthless voice suddenly appeared in the big array, and the wind was clear and his heart trembled, Liu Wuji, this is the zombie king Liu Wuji.

"Flying Sand and Stone Formation! Formation! Could it be that the first layer of the "Formation Technique" is here?"

Feng Qingyang clenched his fists, this "Formation Dao Technique" he is bound to get, the corpse control bell has been given to the dead tree Lao Dao, now Feng Qingyang has removed the rune paper and Yin condensation beads on his body, it can be said that he is poor and white, if he encounters any powerful master after going out, where can those few small charms be resisted?

"This "Formation Technique" must not be given up!"