Just a glance can turn thousands of troops into ashes.
You know, these so-called cannon fodders are all powerful people in the realm of Tao. If they were placed before the great catastrophe in the spiritual world, they would all be the kind of people who call themselves the masters of their sects. How can one contend with such powerful people
In fact, there were also a small number of cultivators who felt extremely happy. After the emergence of the Medieval Alliance, they began to run rampant in the spiritual world. Perhaps it was because there were more magical powers inherited from the Middle Ages, so that when the nine major forces entered the world, they were completely crushed by the other side.
Although Feng Qingyang's appearance killed countless cultivators, most of them were from the Medieval Alliance. The modern cultivators were secretly happy, while the Medieval Alliance wanted to kill him as soon as possible.
"Form a formation, form a formation!" someone shouted loudly from behind. Feng Qingyang's strength had already made them realize that he was not someone that could be matched by a single person. This man's mysterious origins, strength, and cold expression almost made everyone despair.
Wherever the eyes looked, the starry sky collapsed, the sun and the moon lost their light, and the entire Xiuzhen star seemed to be trembling slightly, emitting a kind of terror from the inside out.
"Fuck, is this still a human? Who is he?" This powerful scene made everyone's scalps tingle and their hairs stood up. Some people were so frightened that they knelt on the ground.
How could they fight against such a powerful being? What could they use to fight? They were not at the same level at all. Even if countless cultivators surrounded them, how could an ant overthrow the heavens? There was a huge difference between them.
Ninety percent of the people present were in despair. This was a peerless hero. Although he looked young, harmless, and even handsome, who could compete with him? I'm afraid that only Feng Qingyang from the depths of the Northern Territory could rival him? Even so, I think there would be a world-shaking battle.
They are people from two different worlds. Even if they really have a huge army, it is difficult for them to touch Feng Qingyang. They can't even touch his hair. They can only become cannon fodder under the other party's wave, and die beyond death.
"Who are you? My Saint Master disciple Feng Qingyang is in the depths of the Northern Territory. If you want to go over, you have to wait for my Saint Master's disciples to pass by." A loud shout came from the distance, and a figure came like lightning, whizzing towards Feng Qingyang.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang and Gai Jiuyou looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter. It really was easy to get what they wanted. Today they finally found the fake one.
The person who came had strange red hair, looked middle-aged, and wore simple clothes. One could tell at a glance that he was definitely not a cultivator from the ancient times. Not to mention anything else, one could guess that just by the aura he exuded.
He was three meters tall, with eyes as big as copper bells flashing with dazzling light. He held a huge spear in his hand, with a red tassel fluttering in the wind. He was full of fighting spirit and looked very majestic and domineering. He was a quasi-saint, and in the late stage of quasi-saint, with one foot already stepping into the ultimate perfection. His brows suddenly raised, filled with anger.
In today's era, an age of chaos, the way of heaven is dormant, the world is in turmoil, and the sleeping monks of ancient and medieval times have all chosen to revive using unique means in order to find a chance to survive in this last days.
He was furious. Who dared to come and kill his people, especially when his proud master was in front of him? Although the little master had a bad temper, he was the one who woke him up after all. If he made the other party unhappy now, he would definitely feel angry and upset.
But his men kept reporting urgently one after another, so he could only sigh and go out in person to see who this monster was. However, when he actually saw Feng Qingyang's appearance, he took a breath of cold air. He felt cold from head to toe, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. All his anger was instantly poured down his head by cold water, and his whole body was trembling slightly.
"You are... Feng Qingyang! Feng Qingyang, the King of Zombies!"
As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a thunderclap that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, making everyone feel numb from head to toe, their eardrums buzzing, and the blood seemed to burst out of their bodies. The faces of countless monks around them turned into expressions of fear.
What? He is Feng Qingyang? The real master has appeared? They are not from this era, so they naturally know that Feng Qingyang in the depths of the Northern Territory is a fake and is actually their master. But now, they have met the real master.
This person's reputation is so great that he almost dominates the entire spiritual world. He has killed countless powerful beings and has grown from the lowest and weakest zombie to where he is today. He can be said to be a myth of his own rise.
The third will, the body of the Qilin Lord, these two, everyone is flocking to them, almost going crazy, but now, he really appeared, he who was infected by the blood donations of countless powerful people, really appeared.
Feng Qingyang looked at the red-haired middle-aged man in front of him calmly, his face was silent and calm, and his original murderous intent was restrained after seeing this man. It was not that he was afraid. Instead, he was restrained, which made him seem even more unfathomable.
Those calm eyes were like the vast stars. Just one look at them made me feel that my soul would be devoured. Even though I kept my mind focused, I dared not look at them any longer, for fear that my soul would collapse.
Feng Qingyang's soul is not only the third will, but also a fusion of the ancient soul-devouring power. Its power is naturally self-evident.
This red-haired middle-aged man was once an extremely powerful person who had reached the great perfection of Quasi-Saint. Now that he has broken the seal, although he is not as strong as he was in the past, he can still roam the spiritual world.
But now, when he saw the real Feng Qingyang, his heart skipped a beat and he secretly thought that something was not good.
"Retreat, retreat quickly, go back and report to the young master!" The middle-aged man was horrified and shouted with almost all his strength.
Everyone around them shuddered after hearing these words, and looked at the red-haired middle-aged man in disbelief.
This is their backbone. He has followed him throughout the spiritual world. Wherever he goes, he kills gods and beats Buddhas. They have never seen him lose his composure like this.
He was more than out of control. He was almost scared out of his wits. Although he had not fought with Feng Qingyang, he felt a strong pressure just from the other party's eyes.
He knew that even if he resisted it would be like an egg hitting a stone and he would surely die.
"Let's go, let's go! Let's go!" He left first, and the monks from all directions immediately scattered like birds and beasts, like a river bursting its banks, crawling and fleeing in all directions.
However, it was all too late. Almost at the moment they escaped, Feng Qingyang stretched out his big hand, flew across the sky, and included everyone in it. With a bang, he waved his palm, and tens of thousands of cultivators turned into ashes in an instant, deader than dead.
"You... you killed them... all?"