Zhang Liucheng approached the stone statue and immediately noticed the difference in its material.
He stretched out his fingers and touched its surface lightly. A chill burst out from the stone statue like a cold arrow and penetrated into his fingertips, making him shiver.
Zhang Liucheng thought to himself: "This stone statue is really unique. I must explore it carefully to see what mysteries are in it."
Outside Fengxuan Cave, King Feng Hu walked towards Feng Buqian with obvious doubts and curiosity.
He asked in a slightly serious tone, "Fellow Daoist Feng Buqing, can you tell me how you met that little human brother?"
After listening to King Fenghu's words, Feng Bucai responded humbly: "Senior King Fenghu, I was rescued from the Demon Realm by my little brother. He led a team of human monks and bravely broke into the dangerous world. In the Demon Realm, facing the threat of the Demon Clan, he relied on his outstanding wisdom and powerful strength to successfully rule the entire Demon Realm, and finally made the entire Demon Clan surrender to his feet. After that, he sent those of us who were saved to Back to the Wind Territory.”
A trace of surprise flashed in King Fenghu's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "To be able to rule the entire Demon Realm, this little brother is really capable."
Feng kept nodded and said with emotion: "He is unique and surpasses ordinary people. Not only is he powerful, but his wisdom is also outstanding. He led a group of powerful human monks to bravely challenge the powerful demons. In the end, they successfully defeated All the powerful demons in the Demon Realm will be completely wiped out."
King Fenghu frowned slightly and asked doubtfully: "Then what realm is he?"
Feng Cao paused for a moment, and then slowly said: "He is in the Mahayana realm."
A trace of shock flashed in King Fenghu's eyes, as if he was a little surprised by this answer.
He was silent for a moment, and then asked: "The Mahayana realm has the strength to fight against the demigod realm. Has this kid been hiding his strength?"
Feng kept shaking his head and said firmly: "He did not hide his strength, but his strength is too strong. I guess even a monk in the True God Realm cannot match him."
After hearing this, King Fenghu was filled with astonishment and disbelief: "You mean, his strength has surpassed that of a True God Realm monk? How is this possible?"
Feng Bujie did not answer this question directly, but simply said lightly: "His strength is indeed very powerful, it can even be said to be rare."
King Fenghu fell into deep thought.
At this moment, Feng Chen, the supreme elder of the Wind Spear Sect, led hundreds of human monks towards them like a vast army.
These human monks were Xiaoqiang, Xiaohong, Shuiyue and others. After hearing the news that Zhang Liucheng was taking them into the secret realm, they immediately put down what they were doing and hurried to the Wind Spear Sect.
At this time, Zhang Liucheng was sitting in front of the stone statue, and within his body, the All-Things-Transforming Spiritual Bead was spinning at an astonishing speed.
The body of the stone statue continued to exude a cold wind, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, which were quickly absorbed into Zhang Liucheng's body.
Zhang Liucheng's body was like a bottomless black hole, and the sinister winds could not resist his attraction, just like the dust swallowed by a tornado, they were inevitably sucked into his body.
A stick of incense passed in silence, and Zhang Liucheng's body was surrounded by tornadoes.
The strong wind was filled with a cold and evil atmosphere, as if it was about to tear the entire cave apart.
In Zhang Liucheng's body, the rotation speed of the All Things Transformation Spirit Pearl is getting faster and faster.
Every rotation seemed to set off a storm within his body.
It was a shock from the inside out, enough to shake every meridian and muscle in his body.
The power of the yin wind was absorbed into the beads and transformed into a deep power that flowed in Zhang Liucheng's body.
This power was mysterious and powerful. It was as hot as a heat wave and as cold as a cold current, constantly changing his body.
Zhang Liucheng's muscles became stronger, as if they had been tempered by steel-like weight, and his eyes became deeper, as if he could penetrate all the illusions in the world.
The power of the cold wind is constantly being absorbed, and Zhang Liucheng's body is like a huge magnetic field, attracting these cold storms.
His aura gradually became stronger, which came from the inner power, like the sun rising in the east, unstoppable.
His soul is also gradually becoming tougher, a toughness honed by pain and difficulties, like uncarved black iron, hard and tough.
However, this time the pain was stronger than Zhang Liucheng expected.
Zhang Liucheng originally thought that he was prepared for the possible pain, but this time the pain was beyond his expectation, like an invisible beast, biting his soul fiercely.
Zhang Liucheng's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and every muscle seemed to be deeply pierced by cold steel needles. His heartbeat sounded like a frantic drumbeat in the silence, rapid and powerful.
His consciousness began to blur, as if shrouded in a thick fog, as if his self-awareness was being mercilessly eroded by pain, and he felt as if he was about to lose himself.
Zhang Liucheng struggled desperately in this painful whirlpool, trying to stay awake.
He knew that if he lost himself in this pain, he would be lost in this evil wind forever.
Two days later, Zhang Liucheng suddenly opened his eyes, and a light flashed across his face.
Zhang Liucheng whispered to himself: "It seems that my wind spirit root has improved a lot."
He understood that this time the pain was not in vain and his efforts were not in vain.
At this moment, the last disciple of the Wind Spear Sect, exhausted and embarrassed, trudged out of the mysterious Fengxuan Cave.
His face was covered with sweat and his clothes were in tatters, which showed that he had encountered great difficulties in the cave.
Feng Xiangzi, as the leader of the Wind Spear Sect, was looking at this disciple with a face as gloomy as a dark cloud.
His eyes showed obvious disappointment and anger.
Feng Xiangzi suddenly turned his head, faced all the disciples of the Wind Spear Sect, and shouted loudly: "You bunch of trash can't even compare to a boy from the human race! What a shame!"
The disciples of the Wind Spear Sect who had just walked out of Fengxuan Cave had a look of horror on their faces.
He said to Feng Xiangzi in a trembling voice: "Sect Master, we may not have lost. As soon as the boy entered Fengxuan Cave, he went deep into the cave without hesitation. We are all aware of the dangers there. Whether he can survive Coming out is still unknown.”
Feng Xiangzi frowned deeply and his face was extremely gloomy.
He looked sideways at the disciple, who couldn't help but shudder.
Feng Xiangzi asked coldly: "You mean, he might be dead?"
The disciple's body trembled, he hesitated for a moment, and then hurriedly replied: "We are not sure either. In fact, we are not sure whether he can withstand the powerful evil wind in the depths of Fengxuan Cave. Even we can’t resist it.”
Feng Xiangzi pondered for a moment, with a deep and mysterious light shining in his eyes.
Then, a sly sneer appeared on Feng Xiangzi's lips, and he said, "It would be best if he died in Fengxuan Cave."
Feng Xiangzi continued: "However, we cannot rely entirely on this. You must be prepared. If he can really walk out of the Fengxuan Cave, you must take immediate action in the Wind Gun Secret Realm and kill him at all costs. .”
Hearing this, the disciples of the Wind Spear Sect were shocked.
They understood that the sect leader Feng Xiangzi was a man who kept his word, so they immediately set their sights in the direction of Fengxuan Cave, silently praying in their hearts that the boy would perish in the dangerous Fengxuan Cave.
After all, with their strength, it was really difficult for them to deal with a strong man like Zhang Liucheng.
Xiaoqiang had been waiting at the entrance of Fengxuan Cave for two days and two nights.
During this time, the anxiety on Xiaoqiang's face was like ripples blown by the wind, gradually deepening as time went by.
Xiaoqiang's eyes were always staring at the darkness deep in the cave, looking forward to Zhang Liucheng's appearance.
However, there was a dead silence inside the cave, without any movement, as if all the breath of life had been swallowed up.
King Fenghu also showed deep worry on his brows.
His eyes were fixed on the entrance of Fengxuan Cave, and his frown was as cold and dignified as the ice in the cold winter.
King Fenghu was worried and couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Little brother, bravely rush into the depths of Fengxuan Cave. I really can't predict whether he can come out safe and sound."
