Speaking of this, the bloodshot eyes suddenly became clear, as if returning to the light.

Kong Xuan's words, silent is better than sound, the wind is clear and smiling, and it is enough to have him fight all the way.

He was very happy, even very satisfied, he stood up, mobilized the last mana to stimulate the bloodline of the Corpse King, which had been calmed to the extreme, and the thumping sound kept coming from his body, and at this moment, he gained strength.

Almost at the moment when the strength of the shock spread, he pinched the trick with one hand, the runes flickered, and Kong Xuan, who was carrying him, did not allow him to resist at all, and lightly pressed his palm on his head.

At this time, the wind turned into a long rainbow, walking in the opposite direction, whistling, in this silent darkness, only the faint sound of anticipation from the front can be heard.

"This is your hometown, I can only take you here, I'm sorry!" sighed deeply, full of helplessness and guilt, however, this was also his firm farewell.

If he is destined to not be able to reach the other side, then why drag Kong Xuan to die with him? He flicked his sleeves, and his last demeanor flashed in the sky that no one saw, and his speed was one minute faster again, and he disappeared into the void in the blink of an eye.

This is just between the lightning and flint, when Kong Xuan reacted, there was no wind clear figure around him, and the angry roar that spread through the void, shattering the universe, piercing through the silence like the darkness of annihilation, echoing in the ears of the wind Qingyang,

"Boy, you stupid, without you, even if I return to the God Realm, will I be able to re-enlighten the God Emperor?

Kong Xuan sighed, and the disappeared god reappeared, a huge halo shrouded the void, spreading in the direction where the wind disappeared, if it was really dead, then it would be good to die together, they were Taoist friends, but in the same way, they were also close friends of life and death.

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The Supreme God Realm, the Vermilion Bird Divine Kingdom under the jurisdiction of the Nine Separation Divine Dynasty, in the eastern part of its continent, among the 100,000 mountains of the Shinto Sect, Pangu sat cross-legged on a certain mountain cliff, silently looking at the east.

Looking at the place where the terrifying aura appeared back then, and the attention of the Holy God Emperor who shook the entire Supreme God Realm, and even disappeared for many years.

He has been sitting here for five years, and he has never left for five years, and he has always believed that the reason why the movement of the year appeared was entirely because of the clear wind.

Although five years have passed now, under his trust, even if it is 50 years, 500 years, or even 5,000 years, what can it represent?

"I don't believe that you died under the rejection of the divine realm! Because you are stronger than me, and your existence, although it is my guide, but your life is not my guide. Pangu showed sadness in his face, pricked his eyes slightly, and with a long sigh, he suddenly heard the face of the wind when he saw it.

That young appearance, that stubborn eyes, daring to face the divine consciousness of the colorful gods, and even more daring to directly blow it up in person, how could such a person die so easily? He believed that maybe there would be a miracle, maybe as the four true realm cultivators said today, he was a miracle, a legend that kept breaking myths, maybe it would be very slim, but this slimness, doesn't it also represent the possibility from the side?

And in the void that existed in the Void that went to the Supreme God Realm, Feng Qingyang didn't know when he turned into a human form, the same clothes were better than snow, maybe in his subconscious, even if he died, he would die upright, and he would not leave a trace of dirt.

He walked in this dark void, he didn't know where he was now, he didn't know how long it had been, he was just silently calculating how long he would be able to last.

He thought about giving up, and just stayed in the darkness until a long, long time later, but there was always a flat voice in his heart, telling him, don't stop, don't stop.

He didn't know where the voice came from, just as he knew that it might be his subconscious, so he complied, he didn't stop, since it was wandering, then wandering forever.

Five, six, seven, seven years, this was the second year of his separation from Kong Xuan, and the seventh year that he left the Four True Realms, he wandered, completely banished to the eternal dark firmament.

He didn't know why he couldn't reach the end, was it too far? But why did the pressure from the four sides not weaken, on the contrary, it strengthened?

Bang!

Suddenly, he seemed to have bumped into something in the empty darkness, and the feeling of being able to touch the real thing almost made him almost crazy, and his long messy hair stood on the back of his head.

Gritting his teeth, he cut the tip of his tongue in an instant, and the essence and blood escaped, and then he quickly pinched the trick, and with the help of this short-lived power, he opened the eye of heaven.

At this moment, the light reappeared, this was the first time he saw the darkness after Kong Xuan dimmed the five-colored divine light, and saw that there was an altar ten zhang away from him.

Or rather, he was now beside the altar, for he had touched the iron cable, which suddenly looked like a dragon, coming through the void, and he did not know where it came from, but at a glance he knew that there were nine of them.

"Could it be that there have been people here before?" Feng Qingyang became interested, perhaps because he had been lonely for too long, and when he regained new things, he often seemed very excited, even crazy.

Then the faint piercing power of the Eye of Heaven, he looked above the altar, saw something that had been pierced by iron cables, and it was- it was a corpse.

For example, his white clothes are better than snow, his long hair is fluttering, lying on the altar, if he is not without the slightest life, the opportunity to think that this is a living person.

However, what is a little terrifying is that these nine iron cables actually penetrated his whole body, sealing it in it, and the faint cold color spread by the iron ropes was so dazzling under the illumination of the eye of heaven at this time.

He didn't know where the corpse came from, and he didn't know why it was lying here, he couldn't see his face, he could only vaguely see his body, but he could still feel a strange force that he couldn't discern, slowly condensing from the void.

Feng Qingyang's heart was shocked, perhaps, it was this power that kept the corpse from decaying, his body flickered, and the last mana made him burst out in an instant, and he came to the edge of the corpse almost instantly.

Reaching out and pressing on the chest of this corpse, the blood of the corpse king seemed to be stimulated, and with a bang, the suction power that devoured the sky and the earth came, and in an instant, the halo on the corpse that should have been condensed was absorbed and devoured.

And at this moment, his weak appearance, like being beaten with chicken blood, regained his vitality.