Chapter 166: Eat it, eat it all! (6k)

The silver-haired woman ignored Yan Xiaohu's words, still staring fixedly at Zhou Qing, coldly saying: "I only believe in fate."

Zhou Qing's face twitched.

We've only met once, why are you talking about fate?

Mo Xingjian and the others also looked at Zhou Qing in surprise.

Just as Luo Lingling was about to speak, a strong, pungent stench of rot surged over, and immediately after, everyone saw a corpse-wax crow descend from the sky.

Zhou Qing and Mo Xingjian's pupils shrank slightly, but they quickly returned to normal.

They saw the corpse-wax crow flapping its wings vigorously, attempting to break into the abyss, but it was also fiercely forced back by the golden runes, which made it extremely angry.

"What a strange dead thing!" Prince Xuan Yuan Shuo and Feng Lao watched intently.

The aura emitted by this corpse-wax crow was sometimes like a Soul Formation Great Perfection, and sometimes like a Soul Severance realm, as if it had no intelligence at all.

It seemed that a terrifying powerhouse, whom even they found difficult to detect, had descended here, and this dead thing was merely a puppet controlled by them.

It was truly underestimating a corner of Lingyun Prefecture.

"I will protect you, don't worry!" The woman turned her head at this moment and spoke suddenly. Then, her jade hand lifted lightly, and a black snowflake-shaped mark instantly entered Zhou Qing's body.

Luo Lingling and Yan Xiaohu were shocked upon seeing this.

"This Senior, this junior is willing to go in place of my Shidi," Luo Lingling said hurriedly.

Yan Xiaohu also hurriedly echoed: "I will accompany him, so we can look after each other."

The woman remained silent. However, at this moment, a shrill roar suddenly came from beneath the abyss, and immediately after, everyone saw a young girl with wings on her back fleeing in terror, her face full of horror.

Feng Lao hurriedly ran over and asked urgently: "Where are the others?"

The girl was trembling uncontrollably, her face as pale as paper, her lips trembling as she said: "Dead... all dead..."

But before she could finish speaking, Feng Lao's expression changed drastically, and he instantly retreated several feet.

They saw the girl turn into a pool of blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, not even her Nascent Soul escaping, falling straight downward.

Witnessing this scene, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

Yan Xiaohu, who had been swearing to accompany Zhou Qing into the abyss, hurriedly signaled Mo Xingjian, intending to escape this place while the woman was distracted.

Mo Xingjian looked helpless; facing a Soul Severance powerhouse, where could they escape to?

"Forget it!" The woman was sparing with her words and turned to drift away.

Seeing this, everyone finally let out a long sigh of relief.

And that black snowflake mark also flew out of Zhou Qing's body at almost the same moment, falling into the woman's hand.

At this moment, Feng Lao's expression was terribly gloomy.

The few people he brought this time were all juniors with exceptional talent. He had intended to bring them here to seek opportunities, but he had not expected that they would all lose their lives here.

"Eat it, eat it all!"

The next moment, a cold voice devoid of any emotion suddenly came from deep within the abyss below. Immediately after, a Golden-Winged Peng bird that covered the sky and sun flapped its wings in anger, carrying a whistling gale, and charged out fiercely.

This was a genuine divine bird, its body like a majestic and towering giant peak, every feather shining with a cold metallic luster, gleaming brilliantly.

However, its whole body was surrounded by a thick, inseparable aura of death, as if it were a demon god struggling out of the Nine Nether Hell, emitting a terrifying aura.

Feng Lao looked up and saw the strange green light flashing in the other's eyes, his expression changing drastically.

"It's a Corpse Spirit; the Old Old Peng Wang's body has actually given birth to a new intelligence!" Feng Lao exclaimed in shock.

At this moment, this Golden-Winged Peng stuck out its tongue and licked its sharp beak. It first slowly looked around, its gaze pausing slightly on Feng Lao and Zhou Qing, then it chased after Feng Lao crazily.

Zhou Qing felt a chill down his back, his hair standing on end.

One must know that flowing within his body was the essence blood of the Jin Wu, also a divine bird.

It's over, it wouldn't be eyeing me too, would it?

"Hurry and go!" Mo Xingjian's face was as pale as paper, and he hurriedly shouted at the few.

The current situation here had already exceeded the scope of what they could handle.

Hearing this, the few immediately turned and fled.

And Feng Lao, facing the death threat rushing toward him, could not care about anything else. His expression tightened, the pair of golden wings on his back instantly spread, and he chose to resist without hesitation.

"Prince Xuan Yuan Shuo, the corpse has become a spirit. If you sit idly by, I fear that countless living beings in the entire Lingyun Prefecture will become its food!"

Feng Lao roared, and immediately after, the wings on his body were like countless sharp blades flashing with cold light, bringing up deep, pitch-black space cracks, carrying a sharp momentum, and slashing fiercely toward the Golden-Winged Peng.

The Golden-Winged Peng, however, had no fear. Its giant claws were wrapped in thick death aura, actually blocking all of Feng Lao's attacks. Its speed was so fast it was shocking.

Prince Xuan Yuan Shuo, who had retreated not far away, saw this, his brows furrowing slightly, his gaze locked on the Golden-Winged Peng in the sky, knowing in his heart that what Feng Lao said was not false.

But before he could take action, the giant corpse-wax crow let out a sharp, ear-piercing cry at this moment.

With a vigorous flap of its wings, gray mist like a surging tide filled the surroundings, sweeping toward the Golden-Winged Peng with the momentum of a landslide.

Wherever that gray mist passed, the air was corroded, making a "hissing" sound, filled with a pungent smell.

Seeing that the corpse-wax crow also seemed to covet the body of the Golden-Winged Peng, Prince Xuan Yuan Shuo breathed a sigh of relief.

His hands quickly changed magic seals, and golden dragon aura surged out from around his body, emitting a noble and majestic aura.

And he spat out golden flames, rushing toward the sky.

"Regardless of the reason, you cannot let the billions of living beings in a prefecture become the food for your recovery!"

Watching the scene of the three-way melee in the sky, the silver-haired woman also moved.

Since the physical body was useless, the feathers of the Golden-Winged Peng were extremely rare treasures; perhaps she could take this opportunity to collect some.

As her lotus steps moved lightly, a cold, bone-chilling aura emanated from her body, instantly freezing the surrounding air into ice crystals.

As her figure danced, countless ice prisms were generated out of thin air like peerless sharp swords, then shot out with cold killing intent...

At this moment, Mo Xingjian listened to the deafening sound of the duel behind him, feeling his scalp go numb.

Having lived for more than half his life, this was the first time he had seen five Soul Severance powerhouses fighting crazily.

"Master, it's the Supreme Elder!" Luo Lingling suddenly raised her hand and pointed to the sky. Everyone followed the sound and looked, and sure enough, they saw Duanmu Shu and the others had arrived at this moment.

How could they have come so quickly?

"Shishu!" Mo Xingjian hurriedly flew up to meet them, stopping them urgently, and quickly informed them of the current situation.

Duanmu Shu and the others were shocked, and at this moment, they couldn't help but hesitate.

Soul Severance powerhouses—even with their experience and cultivation, it was extremely difficult to have the opportunity to come into contact with them in their lifetime, let alone so many appearing at once.

Moreover, perhaps there were other rare opportunities beneath that abyss. Even if they couldn't eat the meat, they could at least drink some soup.

"You said, the people from Cangyan Dao Palace are also there?" Duanmu Shu asked.

Mo Xingjian hurriedly replied: "Three Soul Formation experts, no, one has already left."

Duanmu Shu and the others looked at each other. Since that was the case, they could not leave easily.

If their guess was correct, they should be arriving quickly using the third teleportation array. Even if they ended up with nothing, at the very least, they could not let the other party get the benefits as they wished.

"You take the children and leave first!" Duanmu Shu first looked at Luo Lingling, who was covered in blood, with concern, then instructed Mo Xingjian.

Mo Xingjian hurriedly nodded, bowing respectfully in response: "Shishu, I hope you must pay attention to safety!"

After speaking, he took Zhou Qing, Yan Xiaohu, and Luo Lingling and fled rapidly toward the distance.

They traveled rapidly until they reached the edge of Mount Canglan. Looking up, they saw a large group of people from Cangyan Dao Palace appearing on the horizon, and even Sikong Yan had come in person.

Helplessly, they had to find a hiding place on the spot, and only after watching that group of people disappear completely from their sight did they let out a long sigh of relief.

But Zhou Qing frowned slightly, his heart filled with unease.

From the moment his Master took them away, the look the Golden-Winged Peng gave him kept appearing in his mind, that gaze filled with naked greed.

One must know that whether it was the Suanni essence blood or the Jin Wu essence blood, after refining, they had long since perfectly fused with his body.

Now that this Golden-Winged Peng's corpse had become a spirit and was surrounded by death aura, if it wanted to complete its transformation, the blood of its own kind would undoubtedly be the most effective, and it would only choose the blood of ordinary cultivators as a secondary option.

Zhou Qing was worried that if it tracked him down by sensing that essence blood when he returned to Taiqingmen, the people of the entire sect might be dragged into a terrifying disaster because of him.

No, taking advantage of the current chaos, he had to see the result with his own eyes to feel at ease.

Seeing Mo Xingjian about to continue moving forward, Zhou Qing suddenly stepped forward and said: "Master, I want to go over and take a look."

"You're crazy!" Yan Xiaohu blurted out, and even Luo Lingling looked at Zhou Qing in disbelief.

Mo Xingjian did not speak immediately. If it were in the past, he would definitely have scolded Zhou Qing severely before saying anything else.

But over the past two years, he had watched this child grow up step by step with his own eyes.

Everything he did and said had a reason.

"Why?" Mo Xingjian asked in a deep voice.

Zhou Qing didn't know how to explain for a moment, so he had to say vaguely: "I just want to take this opportunity to broaden my horizons."

Mo Xingjian looked at Zhou Qing deeply, and after a brief moment of hesitation, said slowly: "Pay attention to safety."

The three, including Zhou Qing, were all stunned when they heard this, looking at their Master in disbelief.

This... this was agreed to?

"We will wait for you not far away. If you encounter any emergency, you can call the Supreme Elder directly!" Mo Xingjian warned solemnly again.

Zhou Qing's face was filled with joy, and he nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, Master."

After speaking, his figure flashed, and he ran rapidly toward the scene of the incident.

Yan Xiaohu blinked. Could it be that because the Second Shijie, the person in charge, was by his side, Master didn't dare to get angry?

"Master, actually I also want to..."

"Shut up, go!" Mo Xingjian looked displeased.

You digging up someone's ancestral grave three times and Zhou Qing killing someone's genius are two completely different things. If seen, at the very least, a Soul Formation expert could directly make a move on you.

Yan Xiaohu pouted helplessly, having no choice but to obediently follow Mo Xingjian and his Shijie to leave first, finding a place to hide in the distance.

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Zhou Qing used the "Void Realm Dharma Image" to cover his aura with all his might, not daring to approach rashly, only carefully observing the situation there from a distance.

At this moment, besides Sikong Yan and the others, a man with a human body and a monkey tail, holding a long staff, had appeared in the distance at some point.

He watched the intense battle in the sky vigilantly, occasionally casting his gaze toward the bottomless abyss, his face filled with hesitation.

"Soul Formation Demon King!" Zhou Qing was secretly shocked. He didn't expect that there was really a Demon King hidden in this Mount Canglan.

At this time, the fighting in the sky became increasingly intense. The corpse-wax crow, Feng Lao, Prince Xuan Yuan Shuo, and the silver-haired woman, the four of them joined forces to deal with the Golden-Winged Peng, but they were only evenly matched with the other party.

From this, it could be seen that the combat power of this Golden-Winged Peng, which had been dead for a long time, was truly not to be underestimated.

Moreover, its speed was extremely fast. As the battle continued, it seemed to become more and more proficient in controlling this body, and could even occasionally unleash some powerful divine abilities.

Zhou Qing couldn't help but click his tongue secretly. How strong was the Old Old Peng Wang back then?

"Listening to Prince Xuan Yuan Shuo's previous shouting, this eastern region of Lingyun Prefecture was originally a third-level cultivation nation, but later, as the Shengwu Imperial Dynasty stood out among many forces, it was divided over, thus establishing this prefecture."

"The mysterious Cave Heaven, the natural Thunder Pool, the semi-pure-blood Suanni, plus this terrifying burial place of the Old Old Peng Wang—this eastern region really hides many unusual places!"

Zhou Qing couldn't help but mutter to himself.

At this time, Sikong Yan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes flickering.

Beside him, besides many Soul Formation Elders, there were also several Supreme Elders accompanying him, showing how much importance he attached to it.

If there really was an opportunity, Cangyan Dao Palace would probably win big this time.

However, there is always good in bad things. At that time, one could infer the specific location of the third teleportation array based on the time it took for that Soul Formation old man to leave and for them to arrive here, as well as their direction of travel.

"You go down!" After a brief silence, Sikong Yan instructed the several Nascent Soul cultivators he brought with him.

The eight Nascent Soul cultivators, including Li Hanshan, immediately took the order, seized the opportunity, and plunged into the bottomless abyss below without hesitation.

After all, the Golden-Winged Peng had already appeared outside. Even if there was danger in the abyss, it probably wouldn't be much worse than that.

Seeing this scene, the Soul Formation Demon King who had been watching not far away couldn't hold back anymore, and immediately leaped, following into the abyss.

What was eerie was that this time, the golden runes that would have appeared did not appear again to block the Soul Formation experts.

"We'll go down and take a look too!" The several Supreme Elders of Cangyan Dao Palace saw this situation, and after exchanging glances, also entered the abyss.

Duanmu Shu and the others, who had been guarding not far away, saw this and, after exchanging glances, also followed into the abyss.

In this way, on the entire field, only Sikong Yan, who was on the surface, and Zhou Qing, who was hiding in the dark and observing quietly, were still watching the intense battle in the sky intently.

It had to be said that the battle between Soul Severance powerhouses was a rare opportunity for anyone.

"Two, do you still want to hold back? This seat has no ties, so I'm going to withdraw first!" Feng Lao shouted loudly.

This Corpse Spirit Jin Peng bird was simply treating them as practice targets. If they dragged it out like this, the situation might become unfavorable.

Prince Xuan Yuan Shuo snorted coldly and responded: "You were the one who let it out. If it really slaughters the billions of living beings in my Lingyun Prefecture, this King will definitely send troops to Taiyao Mountain and make you pay in blood."

Although he said so, Prince Xuan Yuan Shuo did not dare to hesitate, immediately taking out a jade talisman emitting an ancient aura, chanting words in his mouth.

The next moment, the jade talisman began to tremble violently, and rays of dazzling light surged out from the jade talisman, instantly illuminating the entire sky.

Within the light, a majestic figure slowly emerged.

They saw that figure wearing a gorgeous dragon robe, a crown on his head, his face cold, his eyes revealing endless majesty and dominance.

At this moment, it was as if he were the master of this world, controlling the life and death of all things.

And with the appearance of this figure, an imperial aura so powerful it was suffocating permeated the air.

Wherever this aura passed, space seemed unable to withstand such powerful force, being squeezed and distorted.

When they saw the appearance of the Old Emperor's figure, the expressions of Feng Lao and the silver-haired woman changed suddenly.

It was this person who, three thousand years ago, relied on his own strength to step into the Soul Severance realm in one go, causing the entire Shengwu Imperial Dynasty to rise with the tide and be promoted to a fourth-level cultivation nation.

It was just that later, after he passed the throne to his offspring, he disappeared without a trace.

Although it was only a projection appearing here, everyone present could clearly feel that he seemed to have become even more powerful than he was back then.

Zhou Qing and Sikong Yan saw this and swallowed their saliva in unison, their eyes filled with awe.

"Eh, it's actually a Golden-Winged Peng!" The tall and majestic figure spoke slowly, his tone seeming to reveal a trace of surprise.

And the Golden-Winged Peng seemed to have sensed the danger coming, actually turning its head and wanting to flee.

At the same time, the corpse-wax crow with empty eyes also plunged into the abyss.

"Imperial Brother, don't let it run!" Prince Xuan Yuan Shuo saw this and shouted hurriedly.

The Old Emperor raised his head slightly, his eyes revealing a trace of indifference, then slowly extended his right hand, pointing lightly toward the direction of the Golden-Winged Peng, shouting in a low voice: "Suppress!"

In an instant, a dazzling imperial light shot out from his fingertip, like a peerless divine sword, instantly cutting through the sky and slashing toward the Golden-Winged Peng.

The Golden-Winged Peng, which had wanted to escape, discovered in terror that its body seemed to be bound by an invisible force, locked in mid-air, unable to move.

"Spare... spare my life, I am willing to... submit!"

The Golden-Winged Peng bird begged for mercy with a trembling voice.

"A body full of rebellion, what use is it!" The Old Emperor's voice was cold, and the imperial light in his hand directly dyed the entire heaven and earth golden.

Wherever the light passed, the air was instantly evaporated, forming a vacuum zone.

A powerful suction force was generated, and everything around, whether it was rocks, trees, or clouds, was all rolled into it, turning into powder in the blink of an eye.

Subsequently, that powder, carrying massive force, crashed down toward the Golden-Winged Peng bird, and immediately after, a shrill scream resounded through the sky.

The dazzling light produced by the explosion made Zhou Qing retreat rapidly, and his eardrums were pained by the shock.

In a trance, he seemed to see countless feathers drifting down like snowflakes, and large patches of black blood with a pungent smell spilled down from the sky, the scene quite horrifying.

And the silver-haired woman and others saw this situation and rushed toward the sky without hesitation, all wanting to fight for the feathers and other precious items on the Golden-Winged Peng bird.

Zhou Qing's face was full of horror. Is this the strength of the Old Emperor?

Just a projection appearing here, and it so easily wiped out a divine bird that was a Soul Severance expert. This is too terrifying!

At the same time, the figure wearing the crown in the sky was becoming transparent bit by bit. Clearly, the power of this projection was about to be exhausted.

Soon, the corpse of the Golden-Winged Peng bird was divided up by several people, leaving not a single remnant.

Feng Lao looked at the figure disappearing in the sky with fear, then went straight toward the abyss below.

Prince Xuan Yuan Shuo looked proud, glanced at the silver-haired woman indifferently, and also flashed his figure, drilling into the abyss.

The silver-haired woman put the large handful of Peng feathers into her storage bag, then turned into a cold light and chased down rapidly.

Zhou Qing looked at Sikong Yan's back and frowned slightly.

This person is really cautious to the extreme. Leaving such a good opportunity right in front of him, he actually didn't go to snatch it, just waiting here dryly?

But thinking about it carefully, it's understandable. After all, so many of his own people have already gone down, and there are Soul Severance powerhouses present. Even if he really snatched something good, he would probably just be making wedding clothes for others in the end.

Since the Golden-Winged Peng bird was already dead, the stone hanging in Zhou Qing's heart finally settled down. Subsequently, he retreated quietly, preparing to meet up with his Master and the others.

Just as silver light flickered under Zhou Qing's feet and he hadn't even run a hundred meters away, he suddenly felt a hair-raising chill rise from his spine.

That feeling was as if he had been targeted by a peerless fierce beast from ancient times, making one shudder.

"Eat it all—" A sharp and extremely sinister voice suddenly exploded in Zhou Qing's ear without warning.

Zhou Qing's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously looked back, only to see a blood bead emitting a pungent, fishy smell shooting toward him like a blood-red lightning.

And Zhou Qing had no time to make any reaction before the blood bead instantly drilled into the center of his brow.

"It's over—" This was the last thought in Zhou Qing's mind.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 167 =====