"Oh?" Zhang Kui was delighted. Seeing Feng Qingyang's relaxed expression, most of his worries disappeared immediately.
So he quickly flew over the crowd and said, "The Red Devil has something to say. Next we are going to do something big!"
He spoke in a bandit-like manner, not like a cultivator at all. On the contrary, he looked a bit like one of those outlaws in the martial arts world.
When everyone heard the news, they were all cheered up. Since this afternoon, they had been repeatedly frustrated and even hunted down by Lu Xun and others several times. They were in a very miserable state and had been holding back their anger for a long time.
Now that they heard that Feng Qingyang had a solution, they naturally rushed forward as if they were injected with chicken blood, and looked at Feng Qingyang excitedly.
Although he was only an early-stage wandering zombie, his strength was indeed extremely powerful. His extraordinary knowledge and his clear distinction between gratitude and resentment won him the recognition of most people present.
When the crowd gathered, Feng Qingyang nodded with satisfaction and said, "We have been chased by that damned Lu Xun just now. I think everyone must have some resentment towards me!"
Then he said: "But... I have thought of a way, which can not only kill the two thousand people in Lu Xun's hands in one fell swoop, but also kill him in this sea selection battlefield!"
Wow!
The crowd was in an uproar, but a few of them looked at Feng Qingyang in confusion.
Who is Lu Xun? Lu Xun is the first outer sect disciple of Taixuan Sect and the next successor appointed by the current headmaster. How can you just kill him
Looking at their eyes, Feng Qingyang understood something in his heart, so he said: "As long as you believe in me! Then this vote will definitely be right!"
“Think about it, the two thousand people under Lu Xun’s command are all disciples of the sect. You can imagine how rich their storage bags are.”
"A huge amount of resources, a huge amount of spirit stones, and elixirs and magic weapons, aren't you tempted?"
Sure enough, only naked benefits could attract so many people. They listened to Feng Qingyang's story with half belief and half doubt.
Finally, they all roared, stood up and soared into the sky with such heroic spirit.
"How many spirit stones do you have now?"
Suddenly, Feng Qingyang said this, and the noisy crowd immediately quieted down.
Spiritual stones! They are life-saving things on this battlefield. If Feng Qingyang asked about other things, it would be fine, but when he asked about such a vital thing, they naturally didn't want to explain.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang naturally understood everything, so he tempted: "If we kill all of Lu Xun's group later, that would be countless spirit stones!"
"Don't you want it? Are you willing to put up with this?"
"roar!"
At this time, a middle-aged man in his thirties walked out of the crowd and said, "If you can lead us to kill them, then what does my little spiritual stone mean to you?"
“Bang!”
He wiped off the mark on his storage bag, put the entire storage bag on the ground and turned back to the crowd.
With the first comes the second.
Bang bang bang!
Then countless people came forward and handed over their storage bags, looking at Feng Qingyang with eyes full of trust and decisiveness.
They are independent cultivators, the most undignified group of people in the world of cultivation. If they can openly defeat a group of people from major sects, then they will change the history of independent cultivators. Compared to this, what are a few small spirit stones
Soon, there was a pile of storage bags on the ground, and Feng Qingyang collected them all in front of their painful looks.
He said: "Thank you brothers for trusting me so much. I will never let you down in the name of the Red Devil!"
As he spoke, his body suddenly burst out with an invincible momentum, with a bit of arrogance and bloodthirstiness, and finally won further recognition from everyone.
"Brothers, follow me!"
Feng Qingyang roared with great vigor, then turned and flew towards the circular valley below.
The people behind him also shouted in unison, and followed him like a swarm of locusts.
In the center of the valley, Feng Qingyang stood on a stone.
Looking around at everyone, I saw that they were all in high spirits. The previous feeling of embarrassment caused by being chased had disappeared, and was replaced by a fighting spirit that soared into the sky.
"Have you ever heard of the Art of Formation?" Feng Qingyang suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Kui who was standing beside him.
"The Art of Formation?" Zhang Kui didn't understand and looked at Feng Qingyang with doubt. Suddenly, some memories flashed through his mind.
He looked at Feng Qingyang with horror in his eyes and his body was trembling slightly.
Obviously, he has remembered what "The Art of Formation" is!
"You... you are talking about the lost Taoist formation technique from ancient times?"
"That's right!" Feng Qingyang looked solemn.
"This time I will make sure that Lu Xun never returns and cut off the inheritance of his Taixuan Sect!"
"You..." Zhang Kui was stunned and looked at Feng Qingyang in disbelief.
However, it is undeniable that when he heard Feng Qingyang say this, he felt a little bit of excitement in his heart.
Feng Qingyang pointed at the valley and said, "Come and see, is this valley naturally formed into a kind of Bagua trend?"
Hearing this, Zhang Kui looked around and thought to himself that it was indeed so.
This circular valley is neither big nor small, and is filled with rocks of all sizes and heights. Its edges vaguely form the shape of the Bagua.
Although Zhang Kui saw a clue, he didn't know what the formation was after all, so he asked, "What are your plans next?"
"This place naturally forms the Bagua formation, and I happen to know a formation that can be used here." As he said this, he turned his head to look at Zhang Kui, and suddenly a cold murderous intent flashed across his eyes, saying: "If it succeeds, then Lu Xun and others will definitely die here!"
"Are you serious?"
"Really! But..."
Having said that, Feng Qingyang suddenly changed the subject and looked straight at Zhang Kui.
Zhang Kui's hair stood on end as he was stared at by him, and beads of cold sweat began to appear on his forehead. There was no murderous intent in Feng Qingyang's eyes, but there was an extremely sharp and penetrating power in them.
"But this still requires your magic weapon!"
"Magic weapon? What magic weapon?" Zhang Kui asked pretending to be ignorant.
Feng Qingyang smiled, but this smile was extremely terrifying in Zhang Kui's eyes.
"I say, Grand Alliance Leader Zhang... you have to take out your Blood Refining Banner to use as the center of the formation before you can use this formation!"
“How do you know!” Zhang Kui’s body tensed up, thinking that Mu Ming was amazing. He did have a blood refining banner, but that was his important magic weapon.
"Hahaha! If I didn't know, how could I have said so confidently that I would kill Lu Xun and the others?"
Feng Qingyang turned his head and smiled without saying anything.
"Next! Let us witness the moment of miracle!"