He looked back at the tens of thousands of monks behind him.
Except for a few determined people who looked helpless, the rest of the people were kneeling in the air, looking at Feng Qingyang in fear.
It seems that it can be seen from their pitiful eyes that they don't want to die. If Feng Qingyang could spare their lives now, he would be able to win the hearts of these people in an instant.
But, so what
The road to becoming a strong man is unparalleled and invincible. Even if there are tens of thousands more enemies, or even hundreds of millions, to Feng Qingyang at this moment, they are just a string of numbers.
"Perhaps you have never thought that if I hadn't woken up now, the person dead now might be me." Feng Qingyang sighed softly again. He didn't want to kill anyone, but he had to.
There are some people who, no matter what you say to them, cannot change their minds, or simply cannot shake their minds. If that's the case, then what's the point of keeping them? It's better to just kill them.
Countless crying sounds were heard in the starry sky. They were the sobs of regret left by the medieval and ancient monks. Hearing them shook the soul, and smelling them shook the mind even more. This feeling of sorrow soon swept across the sky.
Perhaps, the death of one person does not mean anything, but when this person turns into a group of people, or the people of a world, it is hard to imagine. Moreover, if you have not seen it with your own eyes, you will not experience the kind of captivating murderous intent, but now, they have seen it.
Feng Qingyang simply raised his hand, and the sky was covered with his hand. The majestic power instantly strangled tens of thousands of cultivators. No matter whether they were male or female, old or young, all died in Feng Qingyang's hands.
Like an ancient blood sacrifice, a crushing and strangling across time and space, an earth-shaking massacre was completed under the watchful eyes of billions of lives. How earth-shaking was it
"What happened?" Some people were shocked and couldn't believe that this scene was real. Compared with the turmoil in the world and the instantaneous evaporation of one billion lives, the massacre they witnessed at this moment was even more shocking.
Feng Qingyang was calm and smiling. He felt relieved when he saw that he was surrounded by his fellow disciples. It was a close call as they almost all died. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but wipe his sweat.
"Qing Yang."
"Junior brother."
Several people spoke in unison, with deep worry and concern in their voices, as if their injuries were not important. Feng Qingyang could not help but almost shed tears.
"I'm fine." He said in a deep voice, looking around. In addition to his fellow disciples, the ancient monks who had been guarding here were also looking at him nervously. Perhaps it was because of fear, or perhaps, in addition to simple worry, there was also awe and kindness. It must be said that strong strength is a rare good thing.
Only with strength can you have everything. Most importantly, only in this way can you truly control your own destiny and hold everything tightly in your own hands. Only in this way can you keep the people or feelings you want to keep.
"There are some things that I will face and I will not choose to escape." After saying that, Feng Qingyang turned around resolutely and walked towards the center of the battlefield. His calamity was not over yet, but there were countless episodes in the middle, which delayed him more time.
But it is precisely because of this that the billions of creatures existing in the spiritual world today can truly see Feng Qingyang's cultivation, his progress, and his unstoppable rise. His tyranny is unmatched and invincible.
"Ready?" asked Sin City.
Feng Qingyang nodded and said yes. His most beloved master, at this moment, also had to face the fight between them? He suddenly wanted the city lord to dissolve his body by himself, but if he really did that, he felt that something was missing.
Not only that, with his current cultivation level, after devouring several Saint Lords and Gods in succession, he has already become extremely powerful to an eerie degree. He cannot even give a specific number to describe his current cultivation level.
At least in his opinion, the Lord of the City of Sin is definitely not his opponent. This is a recognition of his growing strength, not that he has reached the point of arrogance and brutality.
"Hey, you're walking too slowly. When you were asking me questions, I wanted to be the first one to come. Who would have thought that you would actually walk ahead of me? That's really abominable."
Just when the Lord of the City of Sin was about to speak again, there was a sudden distortion beside him and a fat man suddenly appeared in the void. Compared with the power and majesty of other Saints, the image of the Saint who appeared with the Lord of the City of Sin this time seemed much more mundane.
Listening to the big belly, looking at Feng Qingyang smiling and poking his hand as big as a palm leaf fan, with a dry laugh on his face, if he hadn't really walked down from the sky, Feng Qingyang would almost think he was a mercenary peddler.
"You are such a shameless person." The Lord of the City of Sin curled his lips and looked at the person next to him with disdain. He naturally knew the reason why he appeared at this time.
They were not fools. They saw the abnormality of Feng Qingyang at this moment. He was changing rapidly almost all the time, as if he had reached the pinnacle. Every breath was accompanied by his growth.
Hearing this, the fat man seemed even more embarrassed, but due to the principle of having already lost face, he just poked his hand again and said with a smile: "Sooner or later, there will be a battle, so why be so shy? A real man is born between heaven and earth, and this is what he should be like."
Everyone was speechless, looking at this fat man who looked like a living treasure. They couldn't compare him with the Saint who suppressed the heaven and earth. Could he be a fake? But looking at the city lord's appearance, he clearly acknowledged the other party's identity, and the other appearances were not rejected.
With the arrival of the fat man, the two remaining people on the cloud changed their expressions, one more ugly than the other. They didn't want to lose face, but when they thought about how Feng Qingyang would beat the two men and devour their Dharma bodies, how could they, who had cut themselves with a knife, be his opponent? Moreover, fighting him now seemed extremely laborious.
"No, we can't let them take the lead, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll lose my reputation in the future." One person said to himself. Thinking of this, he glanced at the person next to him without leaving a trace. He saw that his eyes were also flickering, and he didn't know what tricks he was up to.
Just as she was about to go up and talk to him, just as she was about to open her mouth, or even before she could say anything, she saw his body shaking, a flash of light, and in an instant he closed his eyes and killed himself.
"You old things, you are so shameless. Why don't you wait for me?" He was stunned at first, and then he burst into cursing, what a shameless old thing.