Feng Qingyang had a smile on his face, and his original lethargy seemed to have melted away in this calmness.
Who can stop the eight quasi-saints who are extremely powerful? Not with Feng Qingyang's current state. After all, the other party represents the tremendous power of this place, a pinnacle existence that dominates the world and can destroy all forces.
"Some of the Eight Lords are not from the same sect, but are direct disciples of the Holy Lord." Feng Qingyang felt cold in his heart and could not help but sneer. The One Yuan Calamity was for him, and with the appearance of the Two Yin-Yang Calamity, these high and mighty Holy Lords could not help but want to attack him
This is just the beginning, the beginning of a melee. The beginning of the nine-nine calamities is the countdown to the spirit world. In this final madness, who will be the one to dominate the world? The real battle will be at the end
The eight quasi-saints restrained their auras and were only a dozen feet away from Feng Qingyang and the others. It seemed far away, but in their eyes, it was not a distance at all. What was the difference between a dozen feet and being very close
Their unified steps and cold faces were not as mysterious as everyone had guessed, nor were they as arrogant as they were. They just stood there indifferently, with a powerful aura spreading invisibly, suppressing everyone here.
They wanted to kill Feng Qingyang, and even more so, anyone here who had any connection with Feng Qingyang. They were cold and ruthless, and extremely ruthless under their domineering nature. It was as if eight mountains were sending gifts to this place. The combined pressure from them was enough to make even these old hermit monsters, the peerless swordsman, or the Fire Spirit King beside them secretly cry out in trouble.
"I am Feng Qingyang, a disciple of the Holy Lord. Today, we are called upon by Heaven to come here to eliminate harm in the name of the Lord. We want to kill you, the devil who brought about the end-of-the-world catastrophe in recent times." The cultivator called Dan Mingwang spoke. His voice was like thunder, and it made the eardrums of tens of thousands of cultivators buzz when it fell into the void. His tone was unquestionable, as if what he said was the rule, the Heavenly Dao, and the avenue that represented this place.
"Demon? What a joke! I think you are the demon?" Some of the tens of thousands of ancient cultivators from all directions spoke with disdain. Although they were a little afraid in their hearts, when they really faced this moment, they couldn't help but come out to speak up for Feng Qingyang. At least they wanted to prevent them from arbitrarily accusing Feng Qingyang of such an unbearable crime.
However, his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. King Fangdan Ming did not answer him at all, as if he did not hear him. His face was as cold as a stone in a toilet, and he only raised the thumb slightly.
With a loud bang, a scream was heard. A young monk exploded and died at the place where the scream was heard. His soul had just escaped from his body when it was shattered by an invisible pressure.
“Everyone, don’t be blinded by what is happening before your eyes. Feng Qingyang is a zombie after all. No matter in ancient times, medieval times, or recent times, he is a demon that is insoluble in heaven and earth. The Demon Sect should have killed him.” King Dan Ming snorted disdainfully. Killing a semi-saint in the blink of an eye was like crushing a tiny ant to him.
However, his words, like the dead monk before, sank into the sea. No one responded and there was a brief silence. In his opinion, these tens of thousands of monks had probably been suppressed by him. However, he didn't know that an even stronger anger was brewing in the hearts of everyone here.
"You bastards, how can you confuse right and wrong? Justice is in the hearts of the people. The demon race does whatever they want by relying on their powerful cultivation. You call yourself disciples of the Holy Lord, but what righteous things have you really done
Yes, most of us also came from the Saint Venerable Small World, but you so-called chosen ones, do you know that our existence is almost like air, and we are just puppets kept in the Saint Venerable Small World. "
Someone else spoke, but what followed was still screams. Bright red blood mist spread in the void, and the strong smell of blood stimulated everyone's sensitive nerves.
Are they afraid? No, not really. Perhaps no one can be truly calm on the brink of life and death, but when a belief is more important than life and death, they would rather die generously, defending the only pure land in their hearts and exhausting their last drop of blood, even at the cost of death.
Bang bang bang!
Countless blood flowers were born in the world again. King Dan Ming raised his finger but did not really press it, but in this short moment, dozens of powerful people in the Dao realm died.
The previous words were a naked insult, a slap in their faces. Not only was it a humiliation, but it was also a reflection of their unyielding rebelliousness. King Dan Ming was furious, his magical powers were spinning, and as long as someone opened their mouth, he would kill them without mercy, without any tenderness.
This kind of ruthless means, in the eyes of everyone, did not suppress them, nor did it make them surrender. On the contrary, an even stronger anger was about to erupt. They felt cold in their hearts, and suddenly felt that it was not worth it for Feng Qingyang. Why did he have to bear such a reputation in the end when he had done things that were worthy of the people of the world
Even though they felt the gap between themselves and the other side, they were still not afraid. Tens of thousands of ancient monks put aside their past grudges and united against the common enemy.
The other seven quasi-saints didn't even look at them. Besides murderous intent, their eyes revealed endless indifference. These people who were not on the same level had no common language at all. They were high above everyone else, quasi-saints who controlled the power of life and death. How could they go to war over these tiny ants
It’s not that they deliberately want to ignore their existence, but they are not on the same level and have no language to continue communicating. They look down on others. It can be said that except for a handful of people here, the rest of the people are all ants in their eyes.
They were ignored. These eight powerful beings wantonly killed the monks here and ignored their attitude, which made them feel sad, but at the same time, they felt helpless and unwilling. Why
Why is this so
Countless people looked angrily at the eight quasi-saints above the sea. They were angry, unwilling, aggrieved, and pitiful. They were also creatures in the world, but in the eyes of the other party, they were just ants. What a humiliation!
"Enough." Feng Qingyang shouted, interrupting everyone's thoughts. If they continued like this, they would probably have evil thoughts in their hearts.
He took a step forward with his weak body and wiped the blood that flowed from the corner of his mouth. His originally indifferent expression turned into coldness and anger at this moment.
"All living things are created equal by heaven and earth. Why do you wantonly deprive them of their lives?"
"What a joke, you are nothing but an ant. I tell you clearly that when we come into this world, our first purpose is to kill you, and the second is to kill all the people who have any relationship with you."