"People who practice Taoism focus on cultivating their minds. If everyone had evil in them like you, wouldn't the world be in chaos?" The woman retorted disdainfully upon hearing this. As she was speaking, her eyes suddenly froze when they met Feng Qingyang's face.
At this moment, the hat on his head had long disappeared, his brows were filled with anger, and his whole face looked a little scary. But when he looked at the woman, a hint of shock flashed across his face, which then turned into complexity.
After a moment, Xuan Tian Ji withdrew her gaze, and her expression suddenly showed no change. She slowly took two steps back, and her whole body turned into a shadow.
There was a trace of worry in his eyes, and he was silent for several breaths before he finally came to his senses. He sighed and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the tenderness in his eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by a cold look as cold as frost.
Compared to her calmness, Xiao Yue on the other side seemed much more excited, staring straight at Feng Qingyang with eyes full of attachment. But when she saw Xuan Tianji's stern look, she sighed and put this tenderness into her heart, then looked at Feng Qingyang with hostility.
"Your Majesty is so noble and immeasurable. How can a mere ant like you slaughter him at will?" Seeing the two men silent, the young man who followed closely behind seemed to have guessed something. He spoke in a stern voice and then slapped the air with his palm, as if to smash Feng Qingyang into pieces.
Feng Qingyang didn't even look at him, standing still, like a towering mountain. Could a mere ant shake the foundation of the mountain? When the palm wind came, he just turned around and glared at the other party.
"Ah..." The handsome man screamed and flew backwards. After retreating a hundred feet, he staggered to a stop and spit out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Feng Qingyang in disbelief.
So strong, this strength almost exceeded his cognition. Just a glance could stun him. Is this still a human? He narrowed his eyes and used his spiritual sense to find out Feng Qingyang's background.
However, like a stone sinking into the sea, his spiritual consciousness disappeared instantly the moment it came into contact with the other party, and it was approaching rapidly all of a sudden, wanting to get close to his body and devour his soul. Shocked, he hurriedly retracted his spiritual consciousness and calmed his mind.
Fortunately, Feng Qingyang's attention was not on him. He glared at him and then retracted his gaze: "It's just a trifle. If the Holy Lord's seat is such a clown, if I were you, I might as well find a piece of tofu and die."
"You..." The handsome man's face changed. He had been surrounded by the aura of a genius since he was a child, almost from the moment he was born. No one had ever spoken to him like this, let alone looked down on him with such an expression.
Who is he? He is a disciple of the Holy Lord, but this person's attitude clearly shows that he doesn't take him seriously. Even the Holy Lord doesn't seem to take him seriously. Who is he? Who is he
"You step back first." At last, seeing Feng Qingyang looking a little impatient and as if he wanted to kill this man, Xuan Tian Ji said hurriedly that although this man had bad intentions, his origin was extraordinary, at least Feng Qingyang could not kill him just because he wanted to.
"Didn't you hear me? Get out of here now. Do you want me to give you a ride?" Seeing that the handsome man was unmoved, Feng Qingyang looked at him again with a sharp gaze, which was like a knife cutting him and hurting him. It seemed that his whole face was ruined by this gaze.
Suddenly, his heart trembled violently, and he couldn't help but step back. The moment he stepped back, a strong sense of shame swept over his body. He... was actually frightened back by Feng Qingyang's look!
"Who are you... Do you really think I'm a pushover?" In front of the two girls he liked, the handsome man completely exploded, his entire face twisted into a hideous shape.
What's more... I am a disciple of the Holy Lord. What an honor it is. But at this moment, I am actually being despised by him. It is a great shame and humiliation. It can be said that we cannot reconcile.
Perhaps it was anger that made him lose his usual calmness. He raised his foot and took a step forward, his fingertips suddenly pointing to the center of his eyebrows. In an instant, a huge ghost face appeared between his eyebrows.
When it appeared, it expanded at an extremely fast speed. Almost at the moment of its appearance, it turned into a size of dozens of feet. The ghost face roared, with anger and ferocity, and rushed straight towards Feng Qingyang with powerful force. Under the gazes of Xuan Tianji, Xiao Yue and Gai Jiuyou, it swallowed him in one gulp.
At the moment of swallowing, Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, clasped his hands together, and the light flashed. The power of runes kept spinning, and at the critical moment, it was suddenly imprinted on the ghost face.
"If you want to swallow me, you will naturally have to pay the price." The voice was like a roar, exploding like thunder. At the moment when he was completely swallowed, it finally spread from his ghost face and completely disappeared in front of everyone.
The sky was blood red, and the earth was a strange dark brown, as if it had been soaked in donated blood, and then over the endless years, it had become like this. Waves of pungent fishy smells kept emanating, perhaps because they were too strong. When Feng Qingyang appeared, he suddenly felt unwell all over, as if his heart was being eaten by thousands of ants, and he looked a little listless.
Looking around, the endless land was covered with bones, corpses, or broken limbs and flesh. However, countless complete heads could still be seen among them. From their faces that had not yet completely decayed, one could still vaguely see the fear they faced when they were on the verge of death.
The last moment when the pupils were fixed, that lingering shadow, perhaps this illusory ghost mask was originally a special magic weapon. When a cultivator enters it, he will have all kinds of mental demons, just like Feng Qingyang at this moment, his heart is in pain, and the feeling of being bitten by thousands of ants spread throughout his body, and he feels unwell.
There was a loud bang, and a lot of broken bones and tattered flesh and blood flew everywhere. A monk dressed in ancient clothes struggled up from the ground, with dry hands growing out, emitting a disgusting stench. He took stiff steps and ran towards Feng Qingyang. His eyes were lifeless, but one could clearly see the crazy murderous intent contained in them.
"Could it be that this kind of thing is causing trouble?" Feng Qingyang frowned, and his mind moved. A powerful will descended directly on the rotten man. With a bang, his body exploded, and flesh and blood scattered, staining every inch of the earth. The blood that flowed out disappeared strangely, as if this land was also a devil, a devil that devoured blood.
At the same time, almost at the moment when the man exploded, countless long rainbows streaked across the blood-red sky, sweeping madly in all directions. The whistling sound was earth-shaking and deafening, and it appeared in front of them in the blink of an eye.