The Ancestor of All Zombies

Chapter 112: 112 All the scattered cultivators were recaptured

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"What are you daydreaming about! Go down and make some money!"

Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, feeling extremely proud. Although he was only leading twenty cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, they were able to fight against thousands of troops in the mortal world. How could this not make his blood boil

"Yes... yes... make... make a fortune!"

Zhang Kui was also stunned, and said silently in his heart: It turns out that the zombies know Taoist magic, even gods can't stop them!

"Heaven-covering Divine Palm!"

“Ghosts howling!”

Feng Qingyang didn't care about anything and just opened his mouth and blew out a thick breath of corpse gas towards the bottom. Zhang Kui also took this opportunity to use his tried and tested big hand to cover the sky.

The corpse qi swept down along with the power of the palm, and the valley below, which had been hit by the talisman explosion, had become a mess.

Just when they were blasted to death by the talisman, a group of monks flew into the sky, but were unexpectedly pressed down by a powerful hand. Unfortunately, they absorbed a lot of corpse qi, and immediately fell to the ground one by one with serious injuries and listlessness.

"So powerful!" Feng Qingyang secretly admired, not knowing that a group of cultivators in the early stage of foundation building behind him were looking at him as if he were a monster.

"Tell my Taixuan Sect disciples that the rest of the people will not be killed!"

Feng Qingyang landed on the ground and said coldly as he looked at the embarrassed crowd.

His two sharp fangs flashed coldly in the night, making him look even more terrifying.

Just a few dozen people were able to intimidate more than a hundred people in the early stage of foundation building. This has to be said to be a symbol of strength.

Feng Qingyang was in a good mood, but his expression was gloomy. As for the people from Taixuan Sect, they must be killed without mercy.

"He... they are!" Someone in the crowd pointed at another group of people with a pale face, and then they quickly separated from them, clearly separating the Wei and Jin groups.

"You are so good, Zhang Xiaochuan, you actually betrayed me! Do you want to be exterminated by Taixuan Sect?" The Taixuan Sect and others who were separated shouted with ugly faces.

The man named Zhang Xiaochuan looked pale and bloodless. He looked at Feng Qingyang and then at Taixuan Sect and others. He felt like he was about to collapse.

One is the Red Devils who have risen rapidly recently, and the other is a super sect with thousands of years of history. He can't afford to offend both sides. His master's sect is just a small affiliated sect of Taixuan Sect. As long as the news of his identification spreads, I am afraid that the entire sect will be wiped out by Taixuan Sect in an instant.

"I... I!" He stuttered and couldn't speak, but when he saw Feng Qingyang's half-smile, he immediately swallowed his saliva and thought: As long as I can save my life now, as long as I get out of this audition battlefield, I will leave the sect and escape.

So he said: "The people of Taixuan Sect have done many evil things, and they have always bullied us and treated us like human beings. You deserve to be punished today!"

"You..." The faces of those people from Taixuan Sect were extremely ugly.

"Wait till you go to hell!"

"Shut up!" Feng Qingyang snorted and slapped out with his hand.

The man did not move, but the palm wind instantly pulled the Taixuan Sect disciple named Xiao far away.

“Come on!” He waved his hand, and the group of people in the early stage of foundation building behind him, led by Zhang Kui, rushed forward like wolves among a flock of sheep, howling.

Feng Qingyang stood still and let Zhang Kui lead the remaining twenty people to kill, as if even the collapse of the sky and the earth had nothing to do with him.

"Who among you is a casual cultivator and who is a sect disciple?" Feng Qingyang said silently. Although he did not emit his own aura at this moment, he was able to shock everyone with just a look.

The remaining seventy or so people looked at each other in bewilderment. The Red Devil was too powerful, and they had vaguely heard some rumors about him.

But now the bad luck is that I have encountered it again, and what is even more unfortunate is that I cannot get any spiritual energy replenishment after being seriously injured.

"I... We are all independent cultivators!"

At this time, the cultivator in the early stage of foundation building named Zhang Xiaochuan stood up and said in a trembling voice.

"Oh?" Feng Qingyang stared at him meaningfully. Zhang Xiaochuan was so scared by his stare that his hair stood on end.

Feng Qingyang's storage ring flashed, and a spirit stone floated in the air with a whoosh, emitting brilliant light. The appearance of the spirit stone made dozens of people stare in amazement.

You should know that the spiritual stones here can not only be used for cultivation, but more importantly, they can save lives.

The city lord, the prince consort, the secret realm, and the magic weapon are all clouds. The key is to survive.

"This audition battlefield is extraordinary. If you all follow me, I can ensure that you all get out of this battlefield safely!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the floating spirit stones floated towards the dozens of people.

"Take these spirit stones and use them all to heal your wounds. There will be a big battle tomorrow!"

Everyone looked at each other, knowing that if they accepted the spirit stone, they would be inseparable from him in the future.

Seeing the Taixuan Sect disciples who were being killed and howling like ghosts and wolves, everyone gritted their teeth, put away their spirit stones, and quickly healed their wounds on the spot.

"He who knows the times is a hero!" Feng Qingyang chuckled. Now he already had a plan in mind.

There are 10,000 participants in this audition. Apart from the sect disciples, I am afraid there are at least third-level independent cultivators among them. If we can capture all of them, we will be invincible on this battlefield.

At this time, the extermination campaign against Taixuan Sect was almost coming to an end. With a few violent explosions, the disciples of Taixuan Sect were finally wiped out.

Zhang Kui stepped forward with blood on his face and said, "Red Devil, all 20 people from Taixuan Sect have been killed!"

Feng Qingyang was delighted, but his expression remained unchanged as he said, "Good! Great kill! Next, let's kill all of Taixuan Zong and his men on this battlefield!"

"roar!"

The crowd erupted in a loud roar, which frightened the casual cultivators who had just joined.

Kill all the disciples of Taixuan Sect!

How domineering is this? How much courage and strength does it take to face directly the super sect that has been passed down for thousands of years

For a long time, the disciples of the big sects have looked down on these independent cultivators, and they are willing to be looked down upon.

"We cultivators cultivate freedom and equality! Why should we be inferior to the disciples of the big sects?"

Feng Qingyang looked around at everyone and said loudly.

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd's blood boiled and they were extremely shocked.

"We cultivators... are all equal!" They all murmured Feng Qingyang's words, and then stood up suddenly.

Although there was a lot of confusion, they all said in unison: "We are willing to follow the Red Devil!"

Seeing everyone's reactions, Feng Qingyang nodded and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now he had finally taken the first step - the first step to destroy Taixuan and Zhengtian Sect.

"But..." Feng Qingyang's face suddenly darkened again and he changed the subject.

"If anyone betrays everyone, I, Feng Qingyang, will make sure he dies a miserable death!"

As he spoke, he raised his foot and stomped his foot. At this moment, a hundred thousand pounds of strength was exerted. Everyone didn't understand why, but at this moment, the ground shook.

Boom!

Behind the crowd, a huge crack in the ground was forming rapidly, extending for countless feet. The dark crack was like a big open mouth.

"Hiss!" The crowd gasped and looked at Feng Qingyang in horror.