A moment later, Zhou Yang's eyes suddenly flashed. A green dragon left the giant pillar instantly and shot into his body!
In shock, Zhou Yang retreated violently, and at the same time, he quickly shot out his palms, and a burst of mana hit the giant pillar.
However, the giant pillar did not move at all, and the green dragon's scales still shone with cold light.
"What's going on? Is it an illusion?" Zhou Yang stopped his hand and shook his head vigorously. The scene in front of him remained the same.
He tried his best to use his spiritual consciousness to scan around, but found nothing strange. Then he stepped forward again and looked at the dragon-carved pillar again, but he didn't dare to get too close.
Nothing happened this time, the stone pillars were still stone pillars, and the dragon scales were still dragon scales.
Zhou Yang felt that he had been a little too sensitive just now, so he took a few steps forward again, reaching out to touch a piece of dragon scale. However, before he could reach out his hand, he suddenly felt another blue dragon rushing towards him with its teeth and claws.
"This, this is not an illusion!" Zhou Yang was on guard, and a magic shield was blocked in front of him, but his figure did not retreat much.
There was no feeling of impact on the magic shield, but there was a pain in his sea of consciousness.
"Spiritual attack!" Zhou Yang was startled and hurriedly retreated again, throwing the magic shield to the ground with a clang.
The stinging pain in the sea of consciousness quickly disappeared, but Zhou Yang did not dare to move forward. He just locked the giant pillar with his spiritual consciousness and looked up and down.
The problem should be with the carved dragon. As long as you get close, the carved dragon will launch a spiritual attack.
However, judging from the feeling just now, this attack is only a warning and does not pose a fatal threat.
"Don't let me get close. Could it be that this stone pillar is where the formation eye is?" But this idea was quickly rejected by him. The person who arranged the formation would definitely not be so superficial.
So why?
Mana attacks have no effect on stone pillars and green dragons. What if they are magic weapons?
Zhou Yang thought for a while, and first took out the high-grade magical weapon Feitian Blade, which had not been used for a long time. After hesitating for a moment, he fired it out fiercely.
"Puff, puff, puff!" Several light blades struck the stone pillars, and the light only flashed a few times, without any abnormality.
Zhou Yang took out the air-breaking gun again, and the gun light hit the dragon scales, but there was still no reaction.
"It's really weird!" Zhou Yang was puzzled.
After pondering for a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he no longer hesitated. His sea of consciousness made a slight movement, his eyes looked straight ahead, and a burst of divine consciousness shot toward the dragon's body.
"ah......"
The next moment, Zhou Yang held his head and screamed.
His Divine Platform Consciousness Sea felt like being shot by thousands of arrows, which hurt his bones. The attack from his consciousness was actually rebounded and amplified infinitely.
Zhou Yang endured the severe pain and took a few steps back, and hurriedly swallowed two spirit-replenishing pills and several spirit-restoring pills. After a long time, the tingling sensation in the sea of consciousness slowly dissipated.
He was frightened, and kept retreating. He did not dare to look at the giant pillar anymore, and he felt a deep sense of fear towards the pillar and the green dragon.
"Damn, who built this underground palace? You can't touch it, you can't touch it, so what else can you do?" Zhou Yang cursed angrily, feeling extremely depressed and puzzled at the same time.
This palace is located in an uninhabited land deep in the desert. There is nothing but sand for thousands of miles. What is it for? This formation is simply too powerful. Could it be that it was built by an ancient formation master?
How can he get out if he can't solve this mystery?
Zhou Yang has a double-star seal-breaking formation that he refined on his body, and its function is to break the restrictions. However, this was the most basic and simplest forbidden formation. It was used to break this strange formation. It was simply a joke, so he automatically ignored it.
This palace was extremely wide, and it had not reached the end after such a long time. It was still full of unknowns and mysteries. He did not dare to wander around anymore, but sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to recover.
This meditation lasted for several days. After a few days, Zhou Yang stood up, swept his spiritual consciousness and walked forward.
This time he did not go towards any giant pillar, but slowly moved forward into the empty darkness ahead. Since the giant pillar won't let him touch it, he can explore other places.
His steps were extremely heavy, with a pause every three steps and a pause every five steps. After less than half an hour, a light yellow curtain appeared vaguely in his sight.
"what is that?"
Zhou Yang was stunned, and couldn't help but get closer, only to see that the curtain hung down from top to bottom. It was very wide, with a square area of dozens of feet. It was also embroidered with a green dragon, with its head raised, soaring into the clouds and mist, showing off wantonly.
When he saw the blue dragon, Zhou Yang felt a little nervous. As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, he was afraid of the well rope for ten years. The culprit of the previous damage to his consciousness was the carved green dragon.
There were still more than ten feet away, and Zhou Yang had already stopped. His consciousness did not dare to face Qinglong directly, and he was ready to see what was going on inside through the curtain. However, his consciousness was blocked by the curtain and could not go deep.
Zhou Yang raised his hand, and a powerful magical hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the yellow curtain directly.
In his impression, no matter how mysterious the yellow mantle is, it is definitely not as hard as the giant pillar, and it will definitely be lifted with all his strength.
His prediction was not wrong. The yellow mantle was indeed lifted up by the magic hand. However, a large gust of evil wind suddenly rushed out from that corner and turned into a black shadow. Zhou Yang was not allowed to dodge and was hit in an instant. his body.
"Damn, I've been tricked again!"
Zhou Yang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar made of Yuanhui Xuanbing. It was so cold that he shivered and almost sat on the ground.
This time, there was no pain from the altar. He hurriedly looked inside to explore himself. Fortunately, it was just a cold air that entered the body. The flesh and blood were frozen and stiff, and some of the meridians were blocked.
He quickly used his magic power to force out the cold air.
At this time, the corner of the yellow curtain had not yet fallen. As soon as Zhou Yang forced out the cold air, he vaguely caught a glimpse of the scene inside the yellow curtain. He couldn't help but be frightened to the point where his scalp was numb, his soul was rising, his face turned pale instantly, and he almost lost control of his magic power. He stepped back several steps.
Ordinarily Zhou Yang is not a timid person. He is not old, but has a lot of experience. He is also used to seeing life, death and blood. He has even encountered living people who have been stripped naked. What else can scare him? That?
The person inside the yellow curtain is not a skinless talker, nor is it a dead person whose appearance is beyond recognition, but a green dragon staring at the copper bell with big eyes!
That green dragon was about to rush out of the curtain with its bloody mouth open. How could it not frighten a person to death? It was a real dragon!
However, as the magic hand dissipated, the yellow curtain fell again, but the ferocious dragon head did not rush out. At this time, Zhou Yang had already gathered his magic power, and Red God was in his hand instantly, ready to fight desperately, but he still didn't see any movement in the yellow curtain.
"What's going on? Could it be another hallucination?" Zhou Yang wiped his hands with cold sweat and cursed secretly.
Hallucinations don't always happen, over and over again, this is a rhythm that scares him to death.
Judging from the driving posture just now, it looks like the legendary real dragon. It can swallow any strong person with its mouth. What kind of shabby palace is this? It has been used to scare people over and over again, and the timid ones have long been frightened out of their wits.
This hall is too mysterious. If the green dragon is not alive, what explanation can be given for the extremely cold wind? Even the huge yellow curtain must be an extraordinary thing. It can not only block the cultivator's spiritual consciousness, but also block the biting wind.
"No, where does the evil wind come from? Where can the evil wind come from? This palace must be the underground dragon tomb!" Zhou Yang's heart trembled, and a chill came out of his body.
To him, the true dragon is just a legendary thing. Even though he is a small Tianyuan cultivator, even the golden elixir and even the masters of the divine realm may not have seen it before.
"Is it just bad luck that I saw the burial place of the real dragon? Bah, what kind of luck? It must be bad luck!" Zhou Yang laughed at himself.
If you can't see the real dragon, even if you see the bones of the real dragon, it can be regarded as luck. But the place where the bones of the real dragon are buried is so easy to enter. Is it okay to get in?
Although Zhou Yang is not timid and curious, he is not reckless, and it can be said that he has passed the stage of recklessness.
If it was really Longzhong, and if he entered rashly with his cultivation level, it would definitely end in death and no life. He hasn't lived enough yet and doesn't want to die so early.
Zhou Yang retreated again and again without even thinking, wanting to stay away from the embroidered dragon curtain. However, everything is not a matter of chess, and he can do whatever he wants. He wanted to quit, but it was too late.
I saw that the still yellow curtain moved again, and then the dark wind blew up a corner of the yellow curtain, and it jumped out again.
"Not good!" Zhou Yang was shocked and turned pale. As he retreated violently, he hurriedly raised Lan Tianchi to protect his whole body.
The gravity here is too great, no matter how hard you retreat, you can't take a few steps back, and the dark wind is stronger and colder than before. After leaving the yellow curtain, it turned into several black shadows and whizzed towards Zhou Yang. In front of you.
It was unclear what shape the shadow was. It was vague, like a human, an animal, or a ghost. Groups of ghosts opened their huge mouths and bit Zhou Yang one after another, as fast as lightning.
Under dozens of times the gravity, Zhou Yang could only passively endure the devouring of the ghost. He instantly felt that he was shrouded in darkness, and even his spiritual consciousness could not detect anything.
At the same time, he also felt a strong force of extreme cold throwing him up high in the air. The blue light shield was immediately frozen into an ice ball, and the biting cold air hit Zhou Yang's whole body through the ice ball.
Zhou Yang had already been shocked to the point of leaving his body and was at a loss, but he still reacted in a moment. Years of life-and-death fighting have shaped his decisive character and extreme reaction speed.
The moment the cold air froze the light shield, he realized that this extreme cold was about to enter his body. In his eagerness, he shook his palms repeatedly, and balls of black fire appeared all over his body. At the moment when the extreme cold came, he wrapped himself up and formed another ball of black flames inside the blue ice ball.
The extremely cold air flow made a sizzling noise when it came into contact with the black flames. The originally large black flame was immediately compressed by half by the cold air and was about to disappear.
Zhou Yang was anxious, his magic power was violent, and his fire technique was used to the extreme. Balls of black fire emerged from his palms and quickly replenished into the black flame ball outside him, temporarily withstanding the pressure of the cold air.
He relaxed slightly and continued to maintain the black flame ball to resist the extremely cold air.
