For Li Qingfeng's horror, Feng Qingyang ignored it as if he had no gamble, and walked straight towards Leng Ruthless with a murderous aura.

One step at a time, I saw that his original figure of about 1.7 meters was raised to two feet, with a green face and fangs, and a layer of green tendons bulging out of his bare arms, like staggered dragons.

The body is covered in a layer of yellow clothing, one after the other, like scales. The nails on his hands have become even sharper and longer, and the sharp appearance is only afraid that it has surpassed ordinary blades.

"Is the foundation building period very powerful?"

Coming to Leng Wuru's side, Feng Qingyang lifted him up with one hand, at this moment he was like carrying a chicken, and he could crush him with a little force.

"You...... You...... What the hell are you?" The bloodthirsty aura of the shop made him despair.

It's really the wind that turns around, and before the wind was clear and clear was like a rat being teased by him at will, but now he is turned into a god of death who is in charge of life and death.

"I'm nothing, I'm your ancestor!"

Feng Qingyang let out a loud shout, raising his huge right palm and pinching his ruthless arm.

"Click......" coldly screamed, covered in cold sweat and blood, only to see that his right arm was torn off by Feng Qingyang, and what was even more frightening was that Feng Qingyang actually threw the broken arm into his mouth.

"Quack...... Quack ......"

The sound of brittle bones was so harsh and terrifying in the dim tomb.

"Ah!" Li Qingfeng on the side let out a terrible scream, as if he had been stimulated by something, and he jumped out of the entrance of the ancient tomb and fled without thinking about it.

"Qingfeng save me!" Seeing Li Qingfeng fleeing, he ruthlessly let out a weak and miserable call, and a layer of dead gray appeared in his eyes after losing too much blood.

"Hmph......" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, and in his terrible scream, he withdrew his other arm again, and threw it into his mouth without thinking about it, he was simply a devil at this moment, no!

"Demon, it's my bad luck to plant this way in your hands today, but ...... Do you think you can ravage me casually?" Leng Wuxu, who originally seemed to be dead, suddenly regained his spirits, and an unhealthy flush appeared on his face, which was obviously a return to the light.

He said in a trembling voice: "This Dao is an elder of the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect, if you kill me, you will also accompany me to hell." ”

"Accompany you to hell?do you have the qualifications?" Feng Qingyang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and opened his bloody mouth to bite off.

"In that case, let's die together!" Leng ruthlessly scolded loudly, his face became hideous, and his thin body instantly began to swell, and at the same time, a dangerous aura began to appear from his body.

Feng Qingyang, who was holding his neck with one hand, looked indifferently at the cold weapon with a crazy face, as if he didn't care about his threats and intimidation.

"Do you want to blow yourself up? Try to see if you can!" As if from the sound of hell, the pair of eyes full of indifference to life stared at Leng Ruthlessly.

"You ......" was ruthlessly shocked, but the mana that was originally running wildly was imprisoned in an instant, and the swollen body had cracked one after another, and blood flowed out along his seven orifices, at this moment, he looked so wolf and pitiful, and the comparison with the indifference and ruthlessness before was like two people.

"Give me something to eat...... Feng Qingyang smiled and bit him down on the neck.

The blood flowed down his throat from his mouth and into ......his body, and at this moment, he began to tremble slightly, as if he had tasted the most delicious food in the world.

"Smack!"

Throwing it away, the cold ruthlessness that had been sucked dry was thrown aside by Feng Qingyang, and a generation of foundation building power died here so aggrieved and pitiful, this has to be said to be a kind of desolation, if it weren't for his humiliation of Feng Qingyang, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

The reincarnation of heaven is really unpleasant......

At this moment, the ancient tomb suddenly quieted down, but it was shrouded by another bloodthirsty aura, this bloodthirsty aura was more terrifying than yin qi, and even the air was trembling slightly.

......

"Tick ...... Tick ......"

There was a bean-sized rain of blood in the air, and Feng Qingyang opened his confused eyes to look at this blood-red sky, and seemed to see a sea of blood, the sea of blood kept churning, and a huge man in black armor sat on the sea of blood.

The figure of Guan Qi is the winning hook general who has dissipated.

"Boy, I didn't expect to meet so soon......," the tall figure in the sea of blood said slowly, and its voice drove the churning sea of blood, letting out a deafening roar.

"Aren't you a Win Hook general?" said Feng Qingyang, looking up at the figure in the sea of blood, and said loudly.

"Hahaha...... Yes, I didn't expect you to remember me......" The figure was visibly excited by the clear answer.

I saw him rise from the sea of blood, transform himself, and suddenly turn into a giant standing up to the sky, with a big mouth, and the churning sea of blood rushed along his huge mouth.

Then with a snort, he shrunk his figure and appeared in front of Feng Qingyang's body, looking at him carefully, at this time he was different from the cyan beads before, he was transparent at that time, but at this moment he was a complete real person.

"Surprised...... If it weren't for me, you'd have been killed by that ant......" said the Win Gou warlord quipped.

"Hmph...... How could I die so lightly?" Feng Qingyang shook his head disdainfully and snorted coldly.

The face of the winning general on the side sank, and he said angrily: "What a boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, I saved you, you don't even say thank you, and you still face me with such an attitude......

Feng Qingyang didn't think so, but this was only on the surface, so he stepped forward and said slightly: "More wins will save you." ”

That's what the words are...... This is the consciousness that a zombie should have......" The Win Hook general laughed.

"Cut ......"

"Boy, I forgot to tell you more about your bloodline last time. Speaking of this, his pair of glittering eyes suddenly stared at Feng Qingyang, with a stern expression, which seemed to have a faint hint of hope.

"The Corpse King's bloodline can be said to be innate, but do you know what the power of your bloodline is?"

Feng Qingyang was stunned, if only he knew, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, and said: "Although I don't know what the bloodline of the Corpse King is, I know that he has a particularly powerful function. ”

"Is it the devouring function?" asked the Win Hook Battleman as a matter of course.

Feng Qingyang was startled, his eyes widened and he said incredulously, "How do you know?"

"Not much to say, your Corpse King bloodline is not only able to give you the possibility of infinite purchases, but also the creation of heaven and earth, which can devour and absorb a qiē implicit qi for your own use. ”

"But this qiē still needs to be explored by yourself, after all, I don't have such supreme bloodline, which is also felt in your body. ”

Speaking of this, the figure of the Ying Gou warrior flickered, and he smiled heartily: "That's it, you have to cultivate well, we are still waiting for you......"

After saying this inexplicable sentence, he disappeared without a trace.

"Hey...... Don't go......" Feng Qingyang shouted at the blood-colored sky, but at this moment, the sky suddenly shattered, and it suddenly turned black in front of him.

......

"Boom!"

The lid of the coffin on the high platform suddenly opened, revealing an old face full of disbelief, which was the ghost and the real person who had hid in the tube before.

Everything that happened before was actually under his eyelids, and although he was in the coffin, his divine consciousness shrouded the entire ancient tomb all the time.

"You...... You ......" Ghost Ming said in a stammering voice as he looked at the wind standing in the middle of the ancient tomb.

Feng Qingyang seemed to sense something, turned his head and glanced at the ghost indifferently, and then stood stunned again and slowly closed his eyes.

"Hiss......" The ghost and the real person gasped, what kind of look was that, without a little breath of life in the world, it seemed to be the god of death from hell, if there was a mortal who was afraid that he would be killed by just one glance.

"Even in my heyday, I was less than one or two ...... him" Feeling this strong aura, the ghost and the real person trembled, like a leaky sieve.

forcibly suppressed the frightened heart and was about to speak again, but when he heard a bang, the two-foot-tall figure fell down with a bang......