With a large hand, he grabbed the void in the storm, pulled down with the help of the yellow sand that was about to solidify, and shot upwards with the sound of this huge shock.

Whew!

The closer he got to the small light source, the more intense the force of the storm became, as if a knife was slashing at his body, and the robe on Feng Qingyang's body had already been torn to shreds by the tornado, and his bare body rose and fell in the tornado.

"Ziz!" The powerful force of the storm cutting actually blew the face of the zombie that had not changed for 10,000 years into a distorted one.

"Gotta get it!"

The wind cleared the ninja's powerful pain, and the substance on his chest was even cut clean, revealing pieces of bright red flesh inside, and he could vaguely see a lot of white bones, and the hand he stretched out was also cut by the light source, and it didn't look like a human form from a distance.

Up to now, he is completely supported by his own unyielding will, otherwise he would have died a few times, although his body is painful, but his blood and soul have been sublimated, unyielding! Deeply unyielding! Let you storm or thunder in the sky, my unyielding is against the sky, fighting against the sky!

"Drink!"

He roared, and his body erupted with a strong force again, and he grabbed the small light source and held it tightly.

"Sniff!

His hard nails and palms were cut by the light source, but he didn't let go.

"Bang!"

At this time, the light source suddenly burst open, and the spinning tornado stopped abruptly, and the tornado that was originally spinning at high speed stopped in an instant, only to see that the wind was clear and was thrown out like a kite with a broken string.

Burst!

He was stuck in the sand, his thighs standing straight, and he looked very strange.

After a long time, he swooped up, pointed to the sky and scolded: "Your sister, don't play yin......"

"Hiss!" just finished speaking, he gasped, feeling confused and drowsy, the previous unyielding intention has faded, followed by severe pain and weakness all over the body, he snapped and fell to the ground and couldn't jump up, helpless to look at the dusk on his head and laugh.

"Am I going to die here?" turned his head to look at his body, everywhere he saw was a blur of flesh and blood, and when he moved his fingers, the pain was even more unbearable, and he felt that he was crushed by a hundred thousand mountains, and it was a blessing to be alive.

Looking at the tornado that stopped, it actually opened and collapsed, and with a force of destruction, it came to the face.

Feng Qingyang was only swept away by the aftermath of this force, and he trembled all over his body, rolling out of the distance before he could stop.

After the tornado collapsed and compressed, it gradually began to twist and condense, and the speed of the twisting was so fast that only a few breaths were left.

The remaining tornado did not have the force of the rage, but continued to accelerate and solidify, and finally a humanoid silhouette faintly appeared, looming in the yellow sand.

When he saw the human form clearly, Feng Qingyang was suddenly taken aback, and he hurriedly dragged his seriously injured body to the edge slowly, but now in the deep array, coupled with his own seriously injured body, he moved like an ant, and even ants were faster than him, and he suddenly felt hopeless, and a sense of powerlessness spread throughout his body.

"Heaven will destroy me!"

With his eyes closed and he sighed, he simply gave up the idea of escaping for his life, and just lay quietly on the ground waiting for death.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths!

Feng Qingyang only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his eyes had begun to hallucinate, but he was afraid that he was about to return to heaven and earth.

"Am I going to die?" his bright eyes had lost their brilliance, and he felt that he was in a cold darkness, and he slowly groped his way forward.

Suddenly, the darkness began to tremble violently, a rumbling bang came, followed by a flash of light, he covered his eyes with his hands, and from his fingers he vaguely saw a vague figure in front of him, he was not known how tall he was, and he used his hands to hold up the darkness above his head.

Feng Qingyang put down his hand and looked up. Only then did he realize that the giant's legs and hands were actually bound by huge iron chains, and the iron chains came from nowhere, piercing through the layers of void and entangled the giant to death.

Thundered!

There was still a roar from the darkness above, and the figure holding the darkness suddenly tilted its head slightly, and a pair of shining eyes stared at each other with the wind Qingyang.

Rumble!

The wind was clear and his body was shocked, and his eyes were full of incredulity, that figure, that figure actually looked exactly like him. I saw his lips move, as if he wanted to say something.

But at this moment, this space trembled violently again, and then there was a bang again, the light disappeared, and the darkness fell again between heaven and earth, but at this time, Feng Qingyang only felt that the blood veins suddenly began to beat violently, and the Yinggou essence blood that had been silent in the heart began to rotate rapidly, and bursts of pure yin qi were quickly released, and the huge yin qi swept through his whole body, and was quickly transformed by the 'Taiyin True Sutra' to heal his broken body.

"Whew!"

Before he could react, he had been taken out of this strange space by a huge suction force, followed by soreness and severe pain all over his body.

"Who is he?" Feng Qingyang opened his eyes violently, and found that he was still lying on the ground, he looked inward, and breathed a sigh of relief, the wounds on his body looked terrifying, but in fact, they did not cause any fatal injuries.

With the massive amount of Yin Qi brought by Yinggou's essence blood, his body was rapidly recovering at the moment, only to see that the wounds and broken flesh all over his body began to squirm, slowly closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I don't know how many hours have passed, and the wind is clear and clear, but a zombie face is even paler, and the substance on the body is not as hard as before, but I am afraid that if I want to recover it, I don't know how long it will take to temper it.

And the Ying Gou essence blood seemed to shrink a little after releasing the yin qi, and it swirled around his heart gloomily.

"Zombie Ancestor has a spirit. ”

Feng Qingyang laughed at himself, it was this drop of Win Hook essence blood that brought him to this bloody world, and it was also this drop of essence blood that saved him in danger several times, it can be said that success is also it, defeat is also it!

With a complicated mood, he turned over and jumped up, he clearly remembered that the tornado had condensed a figure before, so he turned around and looked, and jumped out of the distance with a bang, before he stopped.

I saw that the figure was tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a pair of sharp fangs flickering on his resolute face, wearing a layer of black armor, and an invincible temperament came to his face, this figure was none other than the statue in the first layer of blood pool before-Zombie King Liu Wuji!