In the audition battlefield, Feng Qingyang stood quietly. He had acted impulsively before, but he didn't expect that so much emotion would be put into it.
Looking at the people around, they also looked at Feng Qingyang with complicated expressions, including admiration and a little sympathy. If the previous alliance was just Feng Qingyang's suppression by force, then at this moment their hearts were temporarily gathered together.
The Tao is not ordinary. Human nature is inherently good. No matter how evil or heinous a person is, there is an extremely pure place in his heart, but it is drowned in blood and intrigue.
Feng Qingyang's song while drinking touched the softest part of their hearts. Only at this moment did they truly accept Feng Qingyang and the alliance.
As the saying goes, if you plant flowers intentionally, they may not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they may grow into a shade. Feng Qingyang's unintentional action unintentionally consolidated the barriers of the alliance.
Most of the night had passed and the sky was gradually becoming brighter.
Looking up at the sky, the blood moon has turned into a setting sun, but it is now much larger than before. If you look carefully, you will definitely find a shadow flickering in it.
Feng Qingyang had a thoughtful look on his face, immersed in his own memories. Those memories were replaying like a movie, making him unable to forget the blood feud all the time.
"I also know something about the Red Devil... Dark Night Ghost Market. I, Zhang Kui, will not tell you anything else. When you go to Mount Mao, I, Zhang Kui, will lead the alliance to encircle and suppress Mount Mao and lend you a helping hand!"
Feng Qingyang turned around and looked at the people with the same determined eyes. A warm feeling passed through his heart. Although the independent cultivators were all deceitful people, that was just because he had not entered their hearts.
"Okay! I appreciate your kindness, but for now I have to survive these last two days and get out of this audition battlefield first."
After a pause, he continued, "After all... after all, there are still people from Taixuan and Xiaoyao Sect who haven't been killed yet!"
A cold light flashed across his eyes, and the previous sentimentality and sadness disappeared in an instant, making people recall that everything that appeared before was an illusion.
At dawn, Feng Qingyang and Zhang Kui led the group of heroes to roam the battlefield of the audition. Wherever they passed, all the disciples of the sects were looted, but this time they spared their lives.
After all, if too many are killed, it will definitely cause unnecessary trouble. The alliance has begun to take shape and it is time to consolidate. How can it withstand the wind and rain
However, if they meet people from Taixuan Sect and Xiaoyao Sect, they will certainly be merciless. Not only will they clean them up, but they will also burn their bodies to ashes with a fire talisman after being done.
During this period, they also encountered some cultivators in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment who were hunting others alone. However, before those people could react, they were blasted into pieces by the people in the early stage of Foundation Establishment behind Feng Qingyang!
"Red Devil! What a joy!" Zhang Kui laughed loudly on the side, feeling extremely refreshed.
As independent cultivators, they were originally the lowest status in the world of cultivation. But now the situation has been reversed. Killing sect disciples is like killing dogs. How can they not be excited!
"Hey! Are there two people in the middle stage of foundation building ahead?"
Feng Qingyang looked up and saw that there were indeed two black spots flying rapidly on the edge of the dark sky.
"wrong!"
Feng Qingyang took a closer look and saw that it was actually two cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building fighting each other, but one of them looked a little embarrassed and was obviously unable to hold on.
“There’s hope!”
Feng Qingyang laughed loudly and flew away into the air.
"The Red Devil is here!"
He shouted at the figure, and the two people who were chasing him were startled and looked back.
Sure enough, when they saw Qingfeng Qingyang's blood-red hair, their faces turned pale in an instant. They no longer cared about fighting each other, but turned around and fled for their lives.
Zhang Kui, who followed behind, looked at Feng Qingyang in surprise, with a look of depression in his eyes.
"Am I that scary?" Feng Qingyang touched his nose awkwardly, not knowing that he looked very scary at the moment.
Ever since the sword dance last night, he has never retracted his fangs. For some reason, he always feels more comfortable this way. Perhaps only the zombie form is his original form.
"Hahaha!" Zhang Kui laughed loudly, and then continued to call on the people behind him to wander and patrol in the sky.
As long as they have their eyes on a target, they will go up and blackmail them.
"Do you want life or spiritual stones?"
"Damn..."
"Take off all your clothes and get out of here..."
Wherever they passed, they were more ferocious than locusts. But think about it, these one thousand independent cultivators gathered together formed a black mass. If they were to attack with the magic weapons in their hands at the same time, who could resist them
Except for a few top-notch ones in the middle stage of foundation building, the rest were all blown to pieces!
Moreover, after the alliance last night, Feng Qingyang did not continue to expand his team. He knew very well that quality rather than quantity was more important than quantity. Too many people would be difficult to manage, and Saixiu was a group of rabble, so there was a chance that something might happen.
He also wanted to regain these 1,000 people, otherwise he would not have racked his brains to force and bribe them to form an alliance last night.
The sweep during this day shook the entire audition battlefield, but there were also individual independent cultivators who imitated Feng Qingyang's strategy and gathered a group of messy cultivators together.
In this way, the countless monks who were originally scattered in the audition battlefield gathered into a large group.
After a day of fierce fighting, there were still about 8,000 people on the audition battlefield.
Now the entire audition battlefield has five super-large groups, forming a five-legged tripod! As long as they can hold on for a day and a half, they can get out of this purgatory-like battlefield!
Today, it is a group headed by Lu Xun, the Xiaoyao Sect of Taixuan Sect and disciples of various major sects, as well as a group formed by cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building.
Among them, the strongest is the one in the middle stage of foundation building. On the contrary, Feng Qingyang's Ice Palace Alliance is the weakest.
But after half a day, they ran into obstacles everywhere and no longer encountered those lone groups. They also had several major clashes with Lu Xun's group, but each time ended in their own failure.
As a result, morale was low and everyone was in a state of depression. Zhang Kui had already been racking his brains over this matter.
"Red Devil! If this continues, it will be disastrous!" Zhang Kui stood beside Feng Qingyang, chattering incessantly.
He had a worried look on his face. The alliance was just beginning to take shape. Without the supply of spirit stones, magic weapons and elixirs, it would probably fall apart before the auditions were over. Moreover, Lu Xun was leading two thousand monks to search for them all over the battlefield. This was like adding insult to injury!
Feng Qingyang stood beside a circular valley with a frown on his face. He did not answer Zhang Kui's words, but stared at the terrain below without blinking.
All I could see was various uneven rocks in the circular valley, and the ground was dark red.
Suddenly, he had an idea in his mind and suddenly remembered a formation in "The Art of Formation".
So he turned around and looked at Zhang Zhangkui and said, "Tell them all to come over. I have something important to say. This time we must have a big show!"