"kill!"
“Kill! Kill all these arrogant disciples of the sect!” Zhang Kui roared madly.
When Li Shan, the leader, fled, the group of people in the early stage of foundation building below were doomed to destruction.
"Kill them all! Take the magic weapons and elixirs from them!"
I don't know who shouted again. This time, the cultivators, mostly independent practitioners, all had their eyes shining with excitement, and they attacked with their magic weapons even more desperately.
"ah!"
"I'm going to fight you!"
Boom boom boom!
Some disciples with strong personalities saw that the situation was hopeless and did not want to stay and be humiliated, so they had no choice but to self-destruct.
Boom!
Countless people exploded again, and powerful energy waves swept across the world. A sense of sorrow rose into the sky, and the souls of countless dead people rushed towards the bloody setting sun in the sky. However, only Feng Qingyang could see all this.
"let me!"
At this time, Zhang Kui at the back of the crowd shouted loudly. When he saw some sect disciples self-destructing, his eyes turned red, because this would make him unable to control the situation and would bring more losses!
"Heavenly Palm of God!"
call!
He stretched out his big hand again, carrying the power to destroy the world, and the air around him was in turmoil because of him.
This time, without Li Shan's obstruction, the group of people in the early stage of foundation building below were no match for him. Under the power of this palm, they all vomited blood and flew backwards for a long distance, suffering serious injuries.
"Kill them all!"
“Kill!”
Seeing them injured, a group of casual cultivators went even crazier, rushing over like a gust of wind sweeping away the remaining clouds and autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and each of them howled as if they had eaten elixir and pounced on them.
This was the first time that a casual cultivator defeated a sect disciple on a frontal battlefield. How could this not drive them crazy
Within half an hour, the one hundred or so sect disciples in the early stage of foundation building were all killed or injured, leaving no one alive.
Feng Qingyang shook his head, turned around and wanted to leave. He had already smelled something unusual about the city lord's marriage proposal this time. The death and injury of so many talented disciples would probably cause unrest in the entire cultivation world.
And this is just a corner of the entire battlefield. Just this corner is so tragic. I am afraid that every corner of the entire battlefield is now filled with fighting and screaming. Countless people have died, and their souls have been swallowed by the mysterious blood-red setting sun above.
"Maybe I can make a fortune from fighting!" Feng Qingyang's heart moved slightly. This was also a great opportunity for him to quickly obtain spirit stones and magic weapons.
He clearly remembered that the last time the Ghost King Sect was besieged, there were Taixuan Sect, Zhengtian Sect and Xiaoyao Sect.
The Maoshan Zhengtian Sect suffered heavy losses in the Zombie King's Cave last time, so they sent disciples to the secret realm of Guiyuan City and the city lord's marriage proposal.
On the contrary, Taixuan Sect and Xiaoyao Sect each sent out one hundred disciples in the early stage of foundation building, and each hundred disciples was led by a person in the middle stage of foundation building.
At present, Feng Qingyang only knows that Taixuan Sect is led by Lu Xun, but knows very little about Xiaoyao Sect.
"Then let's start with Xiaoyao Sect!"
He reincarnated and whizzed away.
Not long after he left, the battlefield below stopped. Zhang Kui looked at the direction where Feng Qingyang left with some feeling, but he could only vaguely see a smear of blood.
"The Red Devil?" he muttered to himself, then turned around and continued to command his men. Although they won, it was a miserable victory!
…
Guiyuan City Lord's Mansion...
A tall figure stood in the middle, surrounded by nine old men, each of whom was a half-step golden elixir cultivator.
The figure in the middle, however, was hazy and unclear. He was surrounded by light and his face seemed shrouded in chaos.
"City Lord! Whoever enters the battlefield this time should be able to fully activate the Moon Gold Wheel!"
The figure in the middle did not answer, but waved his hand, and a three-dimensional light curtain floated in the center of the hall.
The light curtain rotated, and he checked every part of the battlefield one by one.
Suddenly, the light curtain stopped rotating, and a man with blood-red hair appeared in it. He was wearing a crescent-shaped white gown and was flying rapidly in the air.
"City Lord... This person is called Feng Qingyang... He is... He is a very special zombie!"
"Zombie?" The figure finally spoke, his voice was simple and without any emotion, as if nothing in the world could cause him to tremble emotionally.
"Huh? Is there someone?" Feng Qingyang, who was flying rapidly in the air, suddenly stopped. In the previous moment, the hairs on his back stood up, and he felt as if he was being glared at fiercely by some powerful existence.
He looked back and saw nothing but the dim sky. He looked thoughtfully at the bloody setting sun above his head, stretched out his two sharp fangs and grinned, then turned around and continued flying.
"interesting!"
An ancient voice was heard in the hall, and then the light curtain shattered and disappeared!
In the big formation.
Feng Qingyang was flying in the air, releasing his murderous intent and unique aura without hesitation, just to attract people's attention, but unfortunately, wherever he passed, there was silence, not even a trace of human hair was seen.
At this moment, there were sudden strong fluctuations of magic power coming from right in front of him. Feng Qingyang's heart moved, and he thought to himself that there was a chance, so he sped up and flew away.
Not long after, they finally saw a field ahead. There were about twenty or so cultivators in the early stage of foundation building quarreling fiercely. Each of them raised the magic weapon in their hands and flew in the sky. Waves of mana fluctuations were emitted in this way.
Feng Qingyang laughed wildly and swooped down.
"Who among you is from Xiaoyao Sect?"
The crowd that was arguing fiercely suddenly fell silent. Looking up at the sky, they saw a slender figure flashing down.
His flamboyant red hair danced in the wind, and there were two sharp fangs on the edges of his lips.
“The Red Devil… It’s the Red Devil!
Someone in the crowd started shouting, and then the crowd began to riot. The twenty or so people who had gathered together suddenly dispersed, and six people were isolated in an instant.
Their faces were pale and their bodies were trembling slightly as they watched Feng Qingyang approaching from afar.
They were well aware of the name of the Red Devil, and most importantly, they also knew the reason why the Xiaoyao Sect had besieged the Ghost King Sect last time!
Feng Qingyang sneered and came to their side in a few breaths. He saw the six young cultivators in the early stage of foundation building looking at him in fear.
“Are you from Xiaoyao Sect
“I… I…” They stuttered, but no one answered.
Seeing them like this, Feng Qingyang felt even more murderous. It was this group of hypocritical people who caused the incident at the Dark Night Ghost Market that day.
He turned around and looked at the dozen people on the other side and asked, "Are they from Xiaoyao Sect?"
"If you don't tell me, you will all die here!
"Yes... they are from Xiaoyao Sect... we have nothing to do with them!" someone in the crowd said tremblingly.
"Then you can go die!"