Countless black lines drooped and twisted, emitting extremely strong thoughts.
The sound of "Resurrection" filled the entire dark space, like countless flies buzzing in his ears, which made Feng Qingyan unbearable.
At this time, Feng Qingyan did not speak rashly, but closed his eyes and felt it carefully.
He didn't figure out what the black line was.
How to resurrect?
If you agree rashly, who knows what will happen?
What if the black thread is the source of the strange aura? Does he want to resurrect them?
Zuo Shaozai was a little surprised when he saw that Feng Qingyan not only did not speak, but also closed his eyes, but did not say anything.
These black lines are indeed very strange and need to be clarified.
"What are you?"
Feng Qingyan asked.
"Resurrection, resurrection..."
The black line's answer is still the word "resurrection".
"Why are you resurrected?"
Feng Qingyan asked again.
"Resurrection, resurrection..."
It seems that in the world, there is only the word "resurrection" and no other sound.
"How can I resurrect you if you don't tell me?" Feng Qingyan said coldly, his eyes still closed.
"I want to be resurrected, I want to be resurrected..."
Among the countless sounds of "resurrection", Feng Qingyan seemed to hear "I want to be resurrected", which made him stunned for a moment, and then quickly asked: "Why do you want to be resurrected?"
"Kill, kill, kill—"
That voice said, full of murderous intent.
"Who are you going to kill? Or... what are you going to kill?"
Feng Qingyan continued to ask.
"Kill, kill, kill—"
The voice became extremely angry, even a little sad, and seemed to be full of despair.
"You want to be resurrected for revenge?"
Feng Qingyan pondered for a while and said.
"Kill, kill, kill—"
At this time, it was not one voice that was roaring, but all the voices that were roaring, all with the terrifying word "kill".
Although Zuo Shaozai couldn't see it, he felt the endless murderous intent.
Murderous!
At this time, the black thread became crazy and danced wildly in the dark space, as if it was trying to tear through the darkness and fight its way out.
Feng Qingyan and Zuo Shaozai were both shocked.
If these black threads really come back to life, wouldn't it be a disaster for the world?
After a while, Feng Qingyan couldn't ask any more questions, so he didn't continue to ask. He opened his eyes and looked at Zuo Shaozai and said: "These twisted black lines may be the remaining will of the ancient great power. I don't know why.
The reason became a weird black line."
Zuo Shaozai nodded, this was the only explanation.
"Can it really be resurrected?"
Zuo Shaozai pondered for a moment and asked.
"Can?"
Feng Qingyan smiled bitterly.
Zuo Shaozai shook his head, how can a person be resurrected after death? Besides, he has been dead for who knows how many years.
There is no possibility of resurrection at all.
At this time, he frowned, thinking of the great scholar who was once lost in the misty ice field, and said: "Isn't it impossible to get out?"
"We just have to try."
Feng Qingyan hesitated for a moment, then said to the twisted black line: "I can resurrect you all."
When Feng Qingyan's words came out, the crazy black lines suddenly stopped, as if they were all "looking" at Feng Qingyan.
There was deathly silence in the dark space.
efficient?
At this time, Zuo Shaozai was also stunned. He felt that the murderous aura soaring to the sky disappeared.
"But not now, and you need to pay the price."
Feng Qingyan was silent for a moment and then said.
Zuo Shaozai couldn't help but feel a little shocked when he heard that Black Line had to pay a price for becoming a saint. All he had to do was get rid of it, so what was the price? Moreover, the price paid by Black Line would very likely lead to him being reconnected with the sainting.
However, Zuo Shaozai did not say anything, as the canonization had his own plans.
The black line seemed to be still for a while, then a small section of the black line broke, and then countless small sections of black line came together and seemed to turn into a black token.
"Token?"
Feng Qingyan was a little surprised.
Just now he was just testing the black line. Who knew the black line would really pay the price.
At this time, the black token flew towards Feng Qingyan. Feng Qingyan hesitated for a moment and then reached out to catch it. It turned out to be a black token.
Um?
When the black token falls on the palm, it quickly blends into the palm and turns into a faint token imprint on the palm.
This made Feng Qingyan frown.
Let's not talk about the function of the token, but if it blends into the palm and turns into a token mark, doesn't it mean that it is impossible to get rid of the black line?
What would the Black Token do to him if he had never resurrected the Black Thread?
At this time, Zuo Shaozai frowned and looked at Feng Qingyan's palm. Could it be that the token had already fallen into Feng Sheng's hand?
The token was turned into a black line, so naturally he couldn't see it.
"Canonization, where does this token come from and what is its use?"
Zuo Shaozai pondered for a while and said.
"It's made of countless black lines. I don't know what it does." Feng Qingyan looked at the mark on the token in his palm and felt it carefully, but he didn't feel anything.
I don't know what the token does.
"Since I have promised you all, it's time for you to send us away from here."
Seal Qingyan Road.
The black line pondered for a moment and then gradually disappeared.
When all the black lines disappeared, the dark space also disappeared and turned into billowing black mist.
Zuo Shaozai finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it.
At this time, he quickly activated the flying boat in the sea of clouds, and the flying boat flew at high speed again, but it was still in the weird ghostly mist.
Feng Qingyan tried to expel the token, but unfortunately the token didn't seem to exist.
It cannot be driven away at all.
"Kill, kill, kill—"
A terrifying ancient evil spirit charged towards Feizhou, bursting out with a great sage-level aura.
It was a vague shadow, but extremely terrifying.
boom--
The vague shadow waved towards the flying boat, and a terrifying aura like a knife struck, causing the space around it to rupture.
This is a sword that can kill a great scholar.
"kill!"
Just as Feizhou was avoiding it, another terrifying shadow came to kill him.
The shadow was still blurry, but you could vaguely see a black spear in his hand.
puff--
The spear thrust out.
A hole was immediately opened in the space, and then stabbed out in front of the flying boat.
Feng Qingyan was shocked when he saw the expression on his face. Even Zuo Shaozai was shocked to see that he was a vicious spirit at the level of a great sage.
call out--
A ray of white flew out from Zuo Shaozai's arms, turned into a huge book page, and instantly rolled up the flying boat in the sea of clouds.
There are countless words on the pages of the book.
Auras burst out from the words, intertwined in an instant, and turned into a large white net, protecting the flying boat.
puff--
The spear struck out and hit the page, making it impossible to enter any further.
Although he is at the level of a great sage, the evil spirit is still an evil spirit after all and cannot display its true strength.
But at this moment, Feng Qingyan and Zuo Shaozai discovered that terrifying shadows were shooting out of the ghostly mist around them.
And there are more and more, at least dozens or hundreds.
"not good!"
Zuo Shaozai's expression changed.
The evil spirits that were killed were all above the level of great Confucians, and many were at the level of great sages.
At this time, Feng Qingyan and Zuo Shaozai were horrified. How could they stop so many evil spirits? If dozens or hundreds of evil spirits attacked at the same time, the Yunhai Feizhou would be destroyed in an instant, and so would the two of them.