The air currents in the air are like dragon-shaped shadows.
King Chu Jiang also had an ominous premonition, especially the aura rushing out of Feng Feiyun's body and the changes in his body, which were like an ancient dragon.
"howl."
Feng Feiyun's body tore apart, shot straight into the sky, and disappeared into the billowing black clouds.
From the clouds, there was a loud sound that shook the sky and the earth, shaking the death energy. From time to time, you could see claws and claws emerging from the clouds, making shocking waves and sounds.
King Chu Jiang stood in the void, the third eye between his eyebrows emitting bright light, shining directly into the sky, observing the clouds very nervously, his heart trembling: "Who... is he?"
"Ouch."
A huge bloody dragon claw was shot from the clouds. It was ferocious and clumsy. King Chu Jiang quickly used the Half-Moon Sword, but his body was still knocked to the ground by the dragon claw and smashed into the soil.
The power of this claw is simply... irresistible.
King Chu Jiang crawled out from the soil, gritted his teeth tightly, stretched out his arms, and recited: "Slay the gods and ghosts in the sky, listen to my order, use the sword of killing to slaughter all living beings."
A huge sword condensed in the palm of his hand, he looked up into the sky and said: "Even if you are a dragon, I will kill the dragon today."
A blood-red dragon tail flew down from the sky, carrying a strong demonic nature and making a "whistling" sound.
The King of Chujiang raised his sword and charged forward to kill him, his momentum was unparalleled.
"boom."
The sword in King Chu Jiang's hand was shattered by the dragon's tail and turned into pieces.
His body was also chopped off by the dragon's tail, his spine was broken into two pieces, and his head, chest, waist and legs flew out in two different directions.
The Hell Yama and the Chakravartin King flew towards those two directions and devoured the two body parts of King Chujiang, making a "bah, bah, bah, bah" sound from their mouths. It was so bloody that one could not help but feel sick after seeing it.
Eaten alive directly.
"He...he is from the dragon clan..." Ximen's jaw dropped to the ground as he played the flute.
"when."
His fingers slipped and the bamboo flute fell to the ground.
Thatched turtles, holy fruits, and blood dragons also stared at the black clouds above the sky in horror. They could only hear the roar of the dragon in the black clouds, occasionally showing a scale, and sometimes revealing half a claw.
"After he transformed into a dragon, his combat power increased by at least nine times, which is incredible." The blood dragon was frightened.
It is a demon king, and it clearly understands the status of the dragon clan among the demon clan. It is simply a supreme being, and even the ancient holy demon clan cannot compare with it.
Feng Feiyun returned to his human form and fell from the clouds. With a bang, he stood on a tombstone as high as a cliff. His eyes were blood red, his long hair was flying, and the muscles on his body were protruding one by one, forming a A kind of rigid beauty.
The cemetery, which was originally restless, also became quiet.
Even the dead things in the tomb did not dare to make a sound.
"call."
Feng Feiyun took a deep breath, and his body gradually returned to its original appearance. He wrapped a maroon cloak around his naked body. The blood in his eyes gradually faded, and he said: "Keep moving forward. .”
Feng Feiyun flew down from the tombstone, and then walked forward step by step.
Ximen played the flute, Thatched Turtle, Blood Dragon, and Shengguo all chased after him, followed him into the boundless cemetery, and headed towards the unknown direction.
This cemetery is extremely vast, with tombstones one after another. At a glance, it looks like a sea of tombstones, with no edges visible at all.
There was no words all the way, and it was not until three days later that Feng Feiyun's mood gradually recovered completely, and his face no longer looked cold.
"Brother Feng, are you okay?" Ximen Flute asked cautiously.
Feng Feiyun held the Tianmui Bingdan, stared at him, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I just couldn't suppress the blood in my body in the past two days, just suppress it and it will be fine."
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." Ximen started to play the flute again. The sound of the flute was melodious and a bit desolate, echoing in this cemetery.
Cold wind, sound of flute, tombstone.
They are like a group of grave sweepers, walking through this eternal cemetery.
The bones of a strong man are buried in every tomb. Many of the tombs are extremely old. Even the tombstones are completely covered with soil, and the outline of the tomb is almost invisible.
No one knows who buried these people or who they buried, but walking here always makes people feel inexplicably sad, as if the people buried here are their own ancestors.
"The tomb of the human half-saint Ouyang Lie, please wait a moment, I will play a song "The Strong Man" for this senior."
Ximen Chuixiao is a very strange person. Every time he sees the tombstones of human ancestors, he will stop and play a lament, as if every strong person buried here is his ancestor.
The sound of the flute was so whimpering and tragic that even Feng Feiyun couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Sometimes Feng Feiyun wonders if Ximen was looking for this cemetery when he came to the road of reincarnation while playing the flute.
Who are buried here?
"There are probably hundreds of millions of monks buried here. If you keep talking like this, when will we reach the end of this road." The blood dragon was a little impatient.
Ximen played the flute and put away the bamboo flute and said: "The seniors buried here are worthy of respect. If it weren't for them, we might not be where we are now."
"This king was born by the dragon's mother, and has nothing to do with these dead ghosts." The blood dragon said disdainfully.
Ximen played the flute, shook his head, and said no more.
Feng Feiyun squinted his eyes and stared at Ximen Flute, feeling that this guy might really know something, but since he didn't say anything, Feng Feiyun didn't bother to ask.
However, there are too many tombstones here. Many of them were buried here countless years ago. The words on many of the tombstones are unclear. Everything here seems very mysterious. There must be an unknown big secret hidden there. secret.
"Brother Feng, I heard King Chu Jiang say earlier that you are the descendant of Senior Buddha Canzi." Ximen asked, playing the flute.
Feng Feiyun walked quickly, Ximen Chuixiao followed closely behind him, not much slower than him.
Feng Feiyun said: "Having practiced the "Golden Silkworm Sutra", I can be considered his successor."
Ximen, who was playing the flute, showed joy on his face and said: "Then do you know where the senior is now? More than 10,000 years ago, after the senior killed the three kings of the underworld, he disappeared from the world and completely lost the news. "
Feng Feiyun shook his head and said: "I don't know where his old man is now, and I have never seen him."
"So that's it." Ximen played the flute and looked at the tombstones in front of him, with a somewhat profound look in his eyes, and said to himself: "Senior Buddha Canzi must have come here accidentally over ten thousand years ago. Having been here before, would he already know the secret here, but... this place is so secretive, senior Fo Canzi really just came here accidentally."
"What are you talking about?" The blood dragon tugged at Ximen Chuixiao's trousers and almost pulled down Ximen Chuixiao's trousers.
"Easy, gentle." Ximen Chuixiao quickly tightened his belt a little tighter and said, "I'm wondering where this cemetery leads to and where the other end is."
Mao Wugui also pulled down Ximen's trouser leg and said, "This Turtle knows."
Ximen's pants fell directly to the crook of his legs, revealing a pair of red pants.
"You are too harsh." Ximen Chuixiao quickly pulled up his trousers and tied his belt firmly. Then he put a certain distance away from Mao Wugui and said, "Please give me some advice from Mr. Turtle."
Mao Wugui raised his head and said: "At our current speed, if we want to reach the other end of the cemetery, we may have to walk for four hundred and fifty years. If we encounter a space isolation zone and a time fault, maybe even if we leave For tens of thousands of years, I haven’t been able to reach the other end of the cemetery.”
Ximen played the flute and his mouth grew bigger, and his whole body became petrified.
"There are discoveries ahead." The Holy Fruit flew at the front, and then flew back.
Feng Feiyun's body moved, and the next moment, he was already thousands of miles away.
Ahead, a large black mountain appears. The mountain is very majestic and majestic. Even standing hundreds of miles away, you can see the mountain sitting on top of the cemetery, just like a giant black beast crawling there.
"What a huge mountain... Hey, there are people on the mountain, and there are more than one..." The blood dragon flew to a tombstone, looked at the mountain, and screamed.
"That...that's not a living person, it's a dead person."
Feng Feiyun's heart trembled, and he walked towards the big black mountain slowly and unhurriedly, but he had only walked five hundred miles away from the mountain when he felt the "Echoing Platform" in his body jump. .
The eighteen souls sealed on the ascension platform also moved. Long Luofu, Long Jiangling, Fo Canzi... and some other people's souls came to life from the ascension platform, and they opened their eyes one after another. , staring at the dark mountain in the center of the cemetery.
The spiritual stone statue hanging on Feng Feiyun's waist suddenly glowed, and Taiwei's shadow appeared. His voice was clear and beautiful, and he said: "You can't go to that magic mountain."
Feng Feiyun immediately stopped, held the spirit stone statue in his hands, stared at Taiwei who looked like Nangong Hongyan, and said, "Why."
"I...I feel scared. There is great danger there, and I'm afraid something might happen to you." Tai Wei's voice was childish, full of concern for Feng Feiyun.
There was a faint mist floating around the dark mountain. There were more than ten figures standing on the top of the mountain. It was unclear whether they looked dead or alive. It always gave people a gloomy feeling.
However, the more this happened, the more curious Feng Feiyun became.
After Mao Wugui saw the big black mountain, he said: "Let's take a detour. When I walked here, I wanted to go to the big mountain because of my curiosity, but that time I completely regretted it. , I almost died in it, and... it was the right thing not to go anyway."