I picked up the scattered attributes

Mysterious Long Street.

The era of seven hundred years ago is too vague and distant. Even with Feng Xia's current knowledge, he can't help but wonder if everything he experienced before was also a magical illusion.

It's as if he experienced hundreds of reincarnations while climbing the ladder to heaven, seeing all the rivers and seas, and traveling all over the Xuan Yuan Mountains and Rivers.

However, a dream is ultimately just a dream.

For the Lingyun Kingdom, which has almost vanished from history, Fengxia was merely a latecomer who benefited from its legacy.

Feng Xia was still able to sense the dream of climbing the ladder to heaven.

But what if everything we experienced before was just an illusion created by the mysterious ancient street?

Given the mystery and strangeness of this ancient street, if someone really wanted to deceive him, Feng Xia Zicun would never have been able to see through any flaws before he became a god!

Even if one ascends to the altar, there is only some hope, not absolute certainty.

"Huh? What—"

But at that moment, Feng Xia turned his head as if sensing something, and saw that the space behind him suddenly twisted again, and a huge hand with divine light passed through the ripples of space and slammed down in front of him with a thud!

Even just a single hand exuded a terrifying pressure, incredibly heavy, leaving Feng Xia speechless and involuntarily taking a few steps back.

He could recognize the hand in front of him at a glance.

This is the hand of that extraterrestrial god!

"This hand... came back with me too?"

Feng Xia's mouth gaped open, overwhelmed by a sudden sense of absurdity: "This hand came back with me too, doesn't that mean everything I experienced was real, and that after I left..."

"A god from beyond the realm has held a grudge against me for seven hundred years?"

He suddenly shivered.

Being hated by a god of unknown origin for so long is clearly not a pleasant thing.

Fortunately, Feng Xia quickly felt relieved again.

"There's no use thinking about it now. Besides, if you think about it carefully, there's already more than one god who holds a grudge against me. Even if you include this unknown god, it's just one more god..."

He smiled helplessly yet nonchalantly.

The more debts you have, the less you worry—that's the way it is!

"In comparison, this is the hand of a god; it is a great treasure in itself!"

After letting go of her worries, Feng Xia's eyes lit up, and her breathing became rapid.

He circled the large hand several times, his joy growing stronger: "Hmm, as long as I refine the energy inside, the divine blood can be used to strengthen my physique, the incredibly hard divine bones can be used to refine treasures, this skin can be forged into a gauntlet, and the flesh and tendons inside can be extracted..."

Feng Xia has faced more than one god-level being.

However, the states of those divine beings were quite special. Ying Daoyi did not have a real physical body at all, the goddess Wu Guan was just an incarnation of primordial energy, and the mother queen was an avatar that carried her will.

But this hand is different.

It is part of the body of a god in his normal state!

"Even if I don't need it, it's still good stuff for Qianqiu Valley. Cut it up, chop it, stew it... what else can be done with it?"

Feng Xia rubbed his hands together happily, when suddenly his palm melted away and, in a wriggling motion, transformed into the image of a young man in brocade robes.

He was unaware of the shift in time and space, and immediately cast a cold, stern gaze at Feng Xia: "You scoundrel, do you know the enormity of your sins?"

"If you were to cripple your cultivation now..."

"Wow, it can even talk on its own!"

bang——

Feng Xia unleashed his Dao-level fist technique, slamming a powerful punch into the back of the young man's head. His joy intensified: "A mere wisp of flesh can be reborn! This is almost like the power of my Creation Mystic Art! Truly a magnificent treasure! Your will is also incredibly rare; it can be considered a part of a divine spirit. Whether you directly devour and refine it, or..."

Although the young man was transformed from a divine body and his body was incredibly hard, Feng Xia's punch was a Daoist divine power, with great force and weight, like an ancient divine mountain crashing down. It still made him see stars and the back of his head caved in on the spot!

"You bastard! How dare you hit me?!" the young man roared in fury.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a huge fist loomed large in his field of vision.

Bang!

The young man screamed in pain, and the bridge of his nose caved in.

"You've got a really thick skin."

Feng Xia shook his aching fist and was shocked. He held out a hand and said, "Look, my fist has a white mark from your nose."

young people:"……"

Who the hell is smashing whom?!

Moreover, Feng Xia didn't hold back at all when he threw those two punches, so his face and the back of his head were dented, and from a distance, he looked somewhat like a hollow dough!

"Kid, don't think you can do whatever you want—"

Finally, the young man could no longer bear it. While dodging Feng Xia's punches, he shouted angrily, "I will contact my true self right now! I have been humiliated time and again! This hatred is unbearable! Where is my true self?! Where has my true self gone?!"

The next instant, he suddenly shuddered and almost popped his eyes out.

gone!

The original body, which should have been deep outside the membrane of the Xuan Yuan World, has now disappeared from his perception. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot establish even the slightest connection!

"How, how is it possible?!"

Feng Xia immediately seized this opening, grabbed the young man who was the manifestation of the divine hand, and beat him severely without saying a word.

At the same time, the other party's words made him thoughtful: "This guy doesn't seem to know that he has arrived seven hundred years in the future. He can't sense the location of his true self. Now it seems there are three possibilities..."

Firstly, this is a mysterious ancient street, naturally isolating it from all senses.

Secondly, the original form of this hand had already left the Xuan Yuan World seven hundred years ago. The distance was too great, so naturally, the connection was lost.

“There is a third possibility… well, that the god died during these seven hundred years.”

Feng Xia stroked his chin, looking at the young man screaming on the ground, his smile becoming increasingly amused.

It seems that either situation has suddenly become interesting.

"Even a single palm holds the will of the primordial spirit. Could this be one of the characteristics of a deity? Hmm, I still know too little about the divine realm. When Sister Wuguan emerges from seclusion, I will go and ask her about the mysteries of the divine realm."

Now, watching the young man continue to fight back despite being brutally beaten, showing no intention of "compromising," an interesting idea suddenly popped into Feng Xia's mind.

"It would be a waste to just skin and rip you out; we should use you for something more meaningful... Damn it!"

Before Feng Xia could think it through, a roar reached his ears.

Those zombies and undead that disappeared before... they're back!

"Run first!"

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Chapter 0662

"Fortunately, those things don't seem to be able to escape."

After speeding for a long distance, seeing that the zombies and undead had stopped chasing, Feng Xia finally breathed a sigh of relief and stumbled to the ground.

Beside him, the young man formed from the divine hand was also lying on the ground, his buttocks sticking up high.

After a long while, he turned his head weakly and managed to squeeze out a few words:

"Where...where did you take me?"

Although he was not a true clone, he still inherited the knowledge of the original body to a certain extent. Therefore, he could tell at a glance that the zombies and undead chasing Feng Xia had strength comparable to the Divine Bridge Realm!

This is still the result of zombies lacking sophisticated intelligence, unable to activate supernatural powers and magic, and only able to wreak havoc with their physical bodies.

"Even in death, their decaying bodies are so strong. Were these zombies and undead all true gods in life?"

The young man's body trembled; he simply couldn't believe his deduction.

True God?

Are hundreds or thousands of true gods buried here?

That would be far too terrifying!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How powerful are beings in the Divine Realm? Even if they occasionally perish, it's impossible for so many to die! Not to mention this place, this place is simply..."

He couldn't continue speaking.

In the minds of young people, even if a true god had fallen, his burial place would surely be extraordinary, how could it be like now, with at most just a protruding grave mound?

That was practically a mass grave!

It's impossible that so many true gods were buried here all at once.

"Here? I don't know where this place is either."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xia couldn't help but smile: "However, I do know one thing..."

The young man instantly became extremely wary: "W-what are you going to do?"

"Of course I'll take you in!"

bang——