Chapter 183 The first generation of the wind family
It is another tomb altar, suspended in the air of death, surrounded by thirty-six stone pillars with a diameter of three meters. The stone pillars are carved with dragons and phoenixes, and some places are even stained with blood, which is shocking.
On the stone tablet in front of the tomb altar, it is engraved: "The tomb of Feng Jiye, the second generation of the Feng family."
Buried here turned out to be the second generation head of the Feng family, the parent and son of the first generation head.
When Feng Feiyun opened the tomb altar, a cold wind that stung the skin blew out from the coffin. Everything that was touched by this cold wind immediately turned into fly ash, even the stone pillars on the tomb altar.
All five roots were corroded and turned into white sand.
Feng Feiyun used divine pictures to protect his body to avoid this disaster.
"Is it really the King of Hell? This evil corpse is in the ancestral land of the Feng family. It uses the ancestors of the Feng family as food to refine its body."
The body of the second-generation head of the Feng family was also eaten. There were blood stains inside and two hairs more than ten meters long. The evil spirit was overwhelming. If Feng Feiyun had not possessed the body of an immortal phoenix and had been infected by the rotten blood of the King of Hell, he would have been killed.
Then the evil energy on the hair will definitely invade the body.
Although this is just a piece of hair, its lethality is comparable to that of an ordinary spiritual weapon.
Feng Feiyun saved the hair he picked up from the coffin. If he was lucky enough to get out of here alive and the poison of the rotten blood of the King of Hell was resolved, then these hairs would be treasures that could be sold for a big price.
The mark of the King of Hell on Feng Feiyun's chest became more and more active, like a black evil flame. His body became weaker and weaker, his vitality was disappearing rapidly, and even the hair on his temples turned a few gray.
root.
The rotten blood of the King of Hell devoured his life, causing him to age rapidly. Even the bones tempered by the phoenix blood became stiff.
Continuing to walk towards the depths of darkness, a bloody halo came from far ahead. In the halo, there was an old tree growing on the top of a grave.
The bark of this old tree is brown in color and full of ravines, like a coiled dragon, with a distant ancient meaning. It is covered with branches as thick as a human arm and with more than 10,000 blood-red leaves.
The shape of the leaves is like a human palm, with fingerprint veins, like more than 10,000 flames hanging on the treetops, emitting a blood-red color.
"What kind of tree is that? It's so rich in energy." Wan Xiangcen exclaimed.
Although her cultivation level was sealed, her spiritual sense was still there, and she could feel the Tao source energy on the Tao Transformation Tree, which was a Tao energy that would make even giants look back and sigh.
Just smelling a wisp of it will already benefit people physically and mentally, and the tibias all over the body will "crackle". If you can practice under the Transformation Tree, even a fool can easily cultivate to the realm of a giant.
It was naturally impossible for Feng Feiyun to tell her that it was the Transformation Tree. This was a sacred tree. If word spread, it would cause turmoil in the entire world of immortality.
Feng Feiyun walked towards the Taoist Transformation Tree without saying a word. If this sacred tree could be dug away, a great sect of cultivating immortals could be established.
The further you go into the depths of darkness, the more peaceful you become. Those strange creatures have disappeared. The quieter you are, the more frightening you feel.
Feng Feiyun walked for nearly an hour, crossing a large black swamp, crossing three stone bridges, and encountering more than a dozen tomb altars. However, he felt that the Transformation Tree was still quite far away from him, as if he had always been there.
Standing still, the distance between the two has not shortened at all.
Wan Xiangcen had been following Feng Feiyun closely, and he naturally noticed the strangeness in it, and said: "There is something strange in this area. That old blood-red tree doesn't seem to be in the same world as us at all.
, even if we walk for a lifetime, we still can’t reach the foot of the tree.”
"The art of reversing heaven and earth." Feng Feiyun said.
Wan Xiangcen said in surprise: "What did you say?"
"Ahem, it's nothing!" Feng Feiyun coughed, stopped walking forward, bent down, squatted on the ground, and rehearsed the rules of heaven and earth with stones.
He has now understood four-fortieths of Xiao Yan's number, and has many ways to deal with this kind of death.
In addition, he has now reached the first level of destiny, and some of the Phoenix secret arts that could not be used before can now be used. Even in the art of reversing heaven and earth, he can still find a trace of rules and a way out.
"Yes, come with me!" Feng Feiyun stood up and took a step forward with strange steps on his feet. The whole space trembled slightly, and the air seemed to turn into liquid. This feeling
, as if passing through a layer of water.
"Whoosh!"
When Feng Feiyun landed, the scene in front of him changed dramatically.
Wan Xiangcen followed him closely and walked out. When he saw the scene in front of him, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand and said: "The tomb disappeared..."
Yes, the tomb disappeared.
Originally, the Transformation Tree grew on top of the tomb, but after passing through the layout of the Art of Reversing Heaven and Earth, the Transformation Tree was still there, but the tomb also disappeared, and was replaced by a thatched cottage.
The Huandao tree grows in front of the thatched cottage, with light rain falling on the tree and blood leaves blowing in the wind.
Feng Feiyun's eyes were fixed on the Huandao tree, staring straight.
Wan Xiangcen followed Feng Feiyun's gaze with curiosity, and saw an evil corpse hanging on the tree. However, this evil corpse was very broken, with no head, left and right hands, and no left hand.
Legs, no chest…
The corpse was extremely mutilated, with only one right leg and one spine. Moreover, this right leg and spine were extremely rotten and shriveled, without a drop of blood. It was as if someone had smashed it into pieces with a knife and axe, and roasted it with fire.
Roasted and mummified.
But just such an extremely mutilated corpse gave people a sense of infinite fear. It was also far away, making people feel uncomfortable all over.
The evil power contained in it has the power to crush an entire world.
Feng Feiyun's face was already as pale as paper, and now it was even paler. The mark of the King of Hell on his chest was about to fly out, which made him very uncomfortable.
"Why is the rotten blood of the King of Hell in my body starting to get out of control? Could it be that the broken evil corpse hanging on the Transformation Tree is the legendary King of Hell?" Feng Feiyun sat cross-legged on the ground, mobilized all the strength of his body, and suppressed it with all his strength.
The rotten blood of the King of Hell in the body.
"Squeak!"
Under the tree, the yellow wooden door of the thatched cottage opened, and an old man walked out of the wooden door. This old man had always lived in this thatched cottage. He was wearing a purple and gold spiritual robe and looked particularly energetic.
Feng Feiyun quickly gathered his spiritual energy and stood up from the ground, wary of the old man. Wan Xiangcen moved his steps slightly and stood behind Feng Feiyun without leaving any trace.
It's so weird. There is actually a living person living in a place like this. It's simply unbelievable.
This old man was very kind and kind, with a peaceful aura about him, and a purple-green fairy light floating above his head. He looked exactly like the portrait of the first generation head of the Feng family.
Is he the first generation head of the Feng family? He is not dead? How is this possible?
Even an epic giant cannot live for more than a thousand years. The first generation head of the Feng family has obviously been dead for more than a thousand years. How could he live in a thatched cottage in a cemetery?
Feng Feiyun's eyes burned with flames, and he activated the Phoenix Sky Eye. He felt that it was probably because the first generation head of the Feng family turned into a zombie and crawled out of the grave.
But what disappointed him was that there was not a trace of corpse energy visible on the old man's body, and he was a living person.
"I feel the blood of the Feng family in your body. Are you a descendant of the Feng family?" The old man had a kind smile on his face, giving people the feeling of a spring breeze blowing on his face.
He actually spoke...
Feng Feiyun forced himself to calm down and said: "I'm not a descendant of the Feng family."
The old man's brows wrinkled slightly, with a bunch of wrinkles rising up.
Feng Feiyun then added: "He was expelled from the Feng Family by the ninth generation head of the Feng Family, so naturally he is no longer a disciple of the Feng Family."
"The Feng family's ancestral motto states that unless a person is a treacherous person, a person who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors, or a person who rebels against the family, he will not be expelled from the Feng family. Which of these three things have you committed?
Will he be expelled from the Feng family?" The old man's face became serious, a bit intimidating, and that majestic aura directly oppressed Wan Xiangcen to the ground.
This is not suppression of power, just a shock from the soul.
This old man actually knows the ancestral precepts of the Feng family. Is he really the first generation head of the Feng family? He is not dead but still alive? He has lived for more than a thousand years?
But why did the fair-weather monk say that he had transformed into evil?
At least Feng Feiyun didn't see any evil aura in him at this moment. Instead, he had a Taoist and fairy air.
Feng Feiyun still stood there with dignity, without even bending his spine, and said with a sneer: "Because I have offended a super powerful daughter, the current head of the Feng family naturally has no choice but to abandon people like us in order to preserve the family.
Little pawn."
"Impossible. Even if the entire Feng family is destroyed, they will not bow to anyone, let alone give up any of the family members because of oppression." The old man looked at Feng Feiyun's neither humble nor arrogant appearance, and he was actually able to do it under his own control.
To remain standing under pressure is a talent that is simply unparalleled in the world, and it is absolutely impossible for a treacherous villain to do it.
Feng Feiyun laughed, then he coughed again, coughing up blood, but his expression was not withered, and he said: "Excuse me, who is the senior?"
"Feng Mo." The old man said.
After hearing this name, Feng Feiyun's heart trembled slightly again. Sure enough, it was the name of the first generation head of the Feng family.
Feng Mo and Feng Chi are the two most amazing and talented people in the Feng family. One is the first generation head of the Feng family, and the other is the most amazing and talented person in the Feng family.
Fengmo is a brother.
Feng Chi is my younger brother.
Under the leadership of the two of them, the Feng family could have become a family comparable to the four great clans, but the two of them died mysteriously one after another, leaving endless regrets to future generations.
Is he really the first generation head of the Feng family? But why is a man who has been dead for more than a thousand years standing in front of him alive again?