That mouth is like a gas filled that has been precipitated for thousands of years, and at the moment it is broken, all the grievances inside it will burst out, and when it is fluffy, it will produce a kind of suction, so as to achieve a degree of relaxation.

Just like a fish in the water, the cheeks will always close and open, and when I think of this, the wind will sit cross-legged in place, and my consciousness will cover all directions, and I will start to meditate on the spot.

The waiting time was always long, and during this short meditation, Feng Qingyang opened his eyes three times, each time looking at the unkempt opening to see if it could stop.

Perhaps it was his luck that it didn't take long for the fluffy hair of the mouth to reach a critical point, which caused it to enter a closed state, and as soon as this state appeared, the viscous qi was gone.

took two steps forward, came to the edge of the opening, and looked at it vigilantly, but saw the dark space, I didn't know how much, and the space inside looked very different from the hole.

Although it was not as big as he imagined, he could successfully fall without worrying about hitting something and getting his head stuck in the middle of the way, and after hesitating for a while, he finally chose to enter.

This passage is a bit like a teleportation array, at least Feng Qingyang understands it like this, when he enters, the chaos in front of him and the wind in his ears are silently telling him that he is teleporting.

It seemed like a century had passed, and when the roar of the wind had disappeared, the wind cleared up and looked around again, and the empty cave was almost invisible.

Around this cave, there are countless corpses, all of which seem to be monks who have entered from the outside world, but what is terrifying is that their physical bodies are not damaged, but the spirits in their minds have disappeared.

"Devouring the Divine Soul? Could it be that this ancient dragon has been resurrected?" he pondered, walking to the nearest corpse, groping behind him.

After a long time, there was finally a smile on his face, and he took out a storage bag from him.

Staying here is nothing but decay, and if it is in his hands, it may be able to carry it forward, he thought to himself, and immediately reached out his divine sense to wipe out the mark on the storage bag.

"I'm afraid this person's status is extraordinary, and there are so many spiritual herbs and elixirs in the storage bag. Muttered, and looked at the corpses lying in all directions, one by one, not to mention hundreds of people.

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"This trip is worthwhile, fortunately, there is a lot of money. Feng Qingyang squatted in the corner of the cave, looked at the last storage bag and said to himself, there is not much momentum here, after all, they are all suppressed people, where are there many priceless treasures?

"I just don't know what they were killed by, they were just devoured by their souls, and looking at their peaceful appearance, they don't seem to know how they died. ”

Feng Qingyang stood against the wall, thinking about the strangeness of this place, and suddenly, he felt a sharp object behind him, which made his back hurt.

You know, something that can make him feel pain, and he doesn't know how hard it is, so he turned around, stretched out his hand and stroked it for a while, and then pulled it out.

"Crystal?" Feng Qingyang said strangely, his brows furrowed, this thing was only the size of a fist, crystal clear, and presented a diamond-shaped appearance.

Before that, it was this sharp thing that hit his back: "It's not a spirit stone, it's a sealed thing." The wind cleared and muttered.

In the center of the spar, there is a vague shadow, only the size of a finger, and if you look closely, it is actually a bee, lifelike, as if it is alive.

"Godkiller bee, this is definitely a godkiller bee. "The wind is clear and almost pleasantly surprised, the bees in this hedron are indeed god-killing bees. The god-killing bee existed in antiquity.

Among these spars, I am afraid that it is the last one in the world today, right? It is rumored that in ancient times, there was this kind of bee that could brew nectar that killed gods.

This bee is not strong in attack, but it can brew two things, one is the nectar of the god-killing flower, which can be named the god-killing flower, so you can imagine how poisonous this thing is.

There is also a thing that can unravel all kinds of toxins of time, no matter what poison it is, as long as the godkiller bee sucks it up, it can be refined and devoured.

This god-killing bee and the eight-winged god-killing bee cut out by Feng Qingyang in the cultivation realm back then are two concepts, the former is the top thing in ancient times, and the latter is a lot more like.

"With this thing, the crisis I have here can be minimized, after all, the godkiller bee can swallow toxins, and the most terrifying thing here is this diffuse obstacle in addition to the suppressed ancient dragon.

This obstacle is extremely poisonous, and I had to use my mana to resist the erosion of this obstacle as early as when I came in, but I didn't expect to be able to obtain the god-killing bee here, and I really have Qi Tian's magic to protect me. ”

Feng Qingyang muttered, and quietly put the spar into the storage ring, with this spar, he believed that the god-killing bee had not died.

Leaning out of the divine sense and sweeping the four directions, a qiē in the cave is in full view, there is a stone door at the innermost end, this stone door is three feet high, and countless patterns are engraved on it.

Feng Qingyang's heart moved, looking at the place where the stone gate was stored, his body moved, and he galloped away like lightning, almost at the moment of galloping, and came to the front of the stone gate.

Look carefully at the pattern above, the more you look at it, the more frightened you are, this pattern is not a mortal thing, but a record of the various deeds of the dragon from ancient times.

From its birth to the domination of the world, after achieving a hegemon, it stirred the heavens and the clouds, and wanted to break through the last limit to achieve the body of the ancient green dragon.

But in the end, it was attacked by countless enemies, and in the midst of the catastrophe and enemies, he had no skills to return to the sky, and finally fell here, and his body fell from the sky, turning this place into an endless wasteland.

And not only that, although it fell, but the body that had transformed into half of the body of the green dragon was almost indestructible, and finally the ancient enemy had no choice but to completely suppress it.

As a result, this place has become a forbidden land, and this forbidden land is now called the wasteland exile place in the demon clan's region, Feng Qingyang stood in front of the stone gate, and fell into deep thought.

"If this is the place where the ancient dragon suppressed, then why is there a pattern on this stone door, and who engraved this pattern for it?"

While thinking about it, I suddenly felt that the palm of my hand was hot, and when I looked down, I saw the dragon brand in the palm of my hand, and the faint light that originally emitted was getting more and more intense, and finally turned into a scorching heat.

And under this scorching heat, Feng Qingyang's right hand gradually raised involuntarily and slowly pressed towards the stone door in front of him.