Under the press, there was a piercing roar from the stone gate, and almost at the moment when the palm was pressed, the ancient dragon brand in the palm of the palm suddenly came out of the body and was quietly imprinted in the center of the stone gate.

And at this moment, the stone gate disappeared, replaced by a deep passage, which meandered and circled, like a sleeping dragon leaning on the ground.

There was a faint halo spreading out in the deepest part, and then there was a strong smell of blood, and the wind cleared his eyes and lit up, and he secretly said that there was a play.

The smell of blood is extremely fresh, it seems that a battle broke out in the depths, if there is no smell of blood, Feng Qingyang may not dare to step forward, after all, he will become a stepping stone.

And now, anyway, there is someone in front of him at the bottom, so now he naturally moves forward without hesitation, and besides, the imprint of his palm also trembled more violently at this time, and the faint light was almost like a burning flame.

Feng Qingyang was silent for a moment, and did not continue to move forward after the rabbit passage, but suddenly sat cross-legged in place, quietly feeling the breath coming from the passage ahead.

Originally, he wanted to go directly to the deepest part, but at the moment of stepping in, the bloody face suddenly reversed, and it was precisely this moment of rotation that made him so cautious and still in place.

Time passed slowly, about three days passed, and when he felt the breath of the void a little weak, Feng Qingyang suddenly came to his senses, his eyes widened, and he suddenly stood up from the ground.

"A cycle of three days, it is not the smell of blood, but the original zài, it seems that the previous conjectures and plans are all empty talk. Feng Qingyang muttered, looking at the cloudy face ahead, hesitating whether to continue forward.

But thinking of the benefits that can be obtained as long as he enters it, Feng Qingyang dispelled the doubts in his heart, thought for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and galloped forward.

The speed was not fast, but it was extremely fast compared to the speed he had entered before, and after half a day, he had almost forgotten how many caves and detours he had bypassed.

And at this time, what was displayed in front of him was a seal, and this seal had seven holes, each of which diffused a faint bloody qi outward, but it was only weaker at this time.

"Could it be that this hole is the source?" The empty passage, with a few remnants, swirled and finally turned into a roar like a river.

"Who?" Feng Qingyang's eyelids jumped, and his divine sense was overwhelming, but in an instant, he noticed that the surrounding void was gradually adding countless people, looking at their number, there were one or two hundred.

But this is the power of one or two hundred demon kings, and the weakest ones are the peak of the early stage of the demon king, Feng Qingyang gasped, and secretly asked if he had come to the bandit's den, and immediately turned his head to look.

Sure enough, there were hundreds of great powers just in name, but their attention did not stay on Feng Qingyang, but directly swept over him and looked at the seven Confuciuss behind him.

"I said that the wine is so wasted, if you don't get an answer, we won't let you go. In the crowd, a rough man walked out, this person was five big and three rough, and he looked like a reckless man.

But he is such a reckless man, but no one can underestimate him, this person is clear and knows, it is the white rhino cave master who fought with him in the thirty-sixth cave.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, but the latter smiled a little bitterly, although he knew that he might meet him, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

"Long time no see. ”

"Don't come to harm?" Feng Qingyang clasped his fists, bowed to the white rhino, and then walked forward, standing side by side with the white rhino, and it was not until this moment that the people around him began to look Feng Qingyang up and down.

"The peak cultivation of the demon general is not yet in the early stage of the demon king? Isn't this here to send him to death?" someone sneered, and everyone also had different expressions, both hesitant and disdainful.

In short, when his cultivation was exposed, he had completely left his weakest image in the hearts of everyone, except for the white rhino, of course.

Only he had fought with Feng Qingyang, and he knew how powerful he was, and he still clearly remembered that he had seriously injured him that day, and if he were him, it would take half a year to recover.

But what he never expected was that how long had passed, and Feng Qingyang appeared in his eyes again, such a strong recovery strength, it was simply an undefeated Xiaoqiang, which really made him frightened.

Although he was surprised, his face did not show Xiàn, on the contrary, he also talked with Feng Qingyang with great affection, in the eyes of others, the two of them were long-lost old friends.

As he was talking, the seven small holes that were originally fixed in mid-air suddenly twisted, turning like a Taiji Yin and Yang fish, and almost at the moment of rotation, Feng Qingyang's face changed.

The wriggling hole, in the moment of trembling, suddenly erupted seven red silk threads visible to the naked eye, this silk thread seemed to be weak, but there was a piercing sound of breaking the air suspended in the air.

Then there was a roar, and it was actually at the speed of a streamer that could not enter the crowd, and before everyone could react, they saw that the man who had laughed at the beginning was suddenly entangled in silk threads.

And at the moment of entanglement, a scream came, but I saw that the man's body began to rot, the speed was not fast, but it was extremely terrifying, not to mention the entanglement part, the flesh and blood fell off piece by piece, and at the moment of falling off, countless wriggling maggots appeared.

Such a disgusting scene can be described as extremely rare, but this power is after all in the middle stage of the demon king, and after a short howl, he came back to his senses and began to expel him.

But who knows, the more he uses mana, the faster his body decays, and almost at the moment when he steps down, countless flesh and blood fall again, which looks extremely terrifying.

"Help me. In the end, he reluctantly stopped the operation of his mana, but it could not relieve the pain on his body, and as he walked, the red silk thread on his body was like lightning, directly bombarding the eyebrows of the man closest to him.

At that moment, the screams came again, the rich smell of blood spread, and a terrifying atmosphere spread in an instant, appearing in everyone's hearts.

And at this moment, the man who initially laughed at Feng Qingyang may have noticed his bad luck, and when he was about to fall, he stared at Feng Qingyang coldly.

Sure enough, at the moment when the two looked at each other, he used his strength, step by step, and went straight to the wind Qingyang, and at the same time pinched the trick with one hand, and his whole body suddenly swelled.

"If you want to die, you little bastard will pull you on your back. He roared angrily, and in an instant, Feng Qingyang was close to him, and in his eyes, Feng Qingyang cultivated as the weakest and the most capable of killing.

But at the moment when he was approaching, he saw that the wind was clear and did not dodge, a pair of bright eyes suddenly flashed with essence, and he smiled at the corner of his mouth when he looked at the oncoming man.

"You want to die and pull me on my back, but you have the ability?"