Feng Qingyang smiled. Although the price he paid was huge, he was still very happy. This time, he killed so many elite disciples in one fell swoop. He was afraid that the whole cultivation world would be in chaos.
"The more chaotic the better!"
He was lying on the edge of the pit, his face pale and bloody from all his orifices. He was so weak that he couldn't even move a finger.
He turned his eyes and looked in all directions, and saw countless people from the Ice Palace Alliance lying on the edge. Although they were in a miserable state, their eyes were shining with brilliance, and - and a kind of fanaticism!
The final blow of the 'Eight Trigrams Killing Array' is likely to be as powerful as the peak blow of a great golden elixir master throughout the ages. Only such a powerful force can kill the two thousand sect disciples in the array in one fell swoop!
Feng Qingyang still feels scared when he thinks about the pressure now. He is glad that he persisted. If he had not held on at the last moment, the backlash of the formation would have killed him in an instant!
"Lu Xun ah Lu Xun..."
Feng Qingyang turned his head weakly and looked at the big pit in the circular valley, a smile appeared on his face.
"You think you are 'Lu Xun' who knows the Eight Diagrams Formation? I am not Zhuge Liang, I will still kill you in the formation!"
'Crash!'
But at this moment, there was a loud bang in the pit, and then a man with blood all over his head and face rushed out from it. He was in tatters and floating in the air, feeling like he would fall at any time!
He just looked at Feng Qingyang fiercely, then took out a golden jade slip from the ring in his arms.
"Red Devil... See you at our city lord's marriage proposal!"
After saying that, he crushed the jade slip, and a golden arch appeared in the void, and then he stepped in!
I don’t know what the jade slip is, but it can actually forcibly open this piece of void.
"If you lose to me the first time, you will definitely lose to me the second time!"
Feng Qingyang's face looked extremely ugly. He thought he had killed Lu Xun completely, but he didn't expect that he was still alive. He was afraid that he must have some magic weapon to save his life.
The people around the formation also watched Lu Xun pass through the golden archway. They originally wanted to stop him, but they were powerless.
The domineering nature of the 'Eight Trigrams Killing Formation' almost sucked them dry. Seeing Lu Xun staggering away, they were helpless.
Today they are weaker than ever before, and any mortal can pick up a knife and chop off their heads.
What made them depressed was that they originally thought that they would make a lot of money by killing these two thousand monks, but they didn't expect that the formation was too fierce and directly blasted them into ashes. They were so sad that they couldn't even cry!
Half a day passed like this again, and Feng Qingyang finally recovered some strength. He struggled to stand up from the ground, walked towards the big pit in the circular valley, looked down, and immediately gasped.
This pit is bottomless, and there is violent energy turbulence in it.
"Is this Lu Xun so strong?" Feng Qingyang murmured to himself, secretly clenching his fists. Having a strong enemy is a good thing, but a good thing can also turn into a bad thing.
A strong enemy can spur you to keep practicing, but bad things will bring you endless troubles.
Shaking his head, even if Lu Xun didn't die, his trump card would probably be blown away. Even if Feng Qingyang met him in the competition after the city lord's marriage proposal, he would not be afraid, after all, he still had the Yueshang Bow.
"If I can't kill you with my blast, I'll shoot you to death!"
He staggered towards Zhang Kui's position, only to see Zhang Kui lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out. He looked at Feng Qingyang who was walking towards him with a bitter smile on his face.
They are not zombies and do not have the abnormal physical strength like Feng Qingyang, so they immediately fell into a period of weakness after their magic power was drained.
"Your magic weapon!" Feng Qingyang raised his hand and took out a small flag full of holes. It was Zhang Kui's treasure - the Blood Refining Banner!
"Red Devil, I, Zhang Kui, have fallen into your hands." He said helplessly.
Feng Qingyang also smiled, loosened his grip, and the Blood Refining Banner immediately fell on Zhang Kui's face.
"I'll go see how the others are doing!"
As he spoke, he walked along the edge of the pit with his tired body. The circular valley was not big, but it was about the size of a large football field. Feng Qingyang swayed from side to side and it took him more than half an hour to complete a circle.
Wherever he went, he saw the members of the alliance looking at him with wry smiles.
Now they are penniless, without a single spiritual stone on them, and they cannot even recover in this mysterious audition battlefield.
Fortunately, the fluctuations here were too big before, causing the independent cultivators in the surrounding area to not dare to come over and check it out.
Otherwise, these one thousand people plus Feng Qingyang would all be killed here.
"Do you regret it?"
Feng Qingyang climbed up to a high point in the circular valley and shouted to the great god below.
“No regrets!”
The valley is quiet, the echo resounds through heaven and earth, and the lingering sound lingers endlessly.
Feng Qingyang was very excited. Although this formation failed to kill Lu Xun, it did kill two thousand cultivators in the early stage of foundation building in one fell swoop.
Two thousand! What a huge sum of money. The Maoshan Zhengtian Sect had lost a hundred disciples in the early stage of foundation building in the Zombie King Cave Mansion last time, which caused a great loss of vitality.
It is conceivable how much of a sensation this one-time death of so many people would cause in the world of cultivation.
The fact that Feng Qingyang killed so many disciples of the sect in one fell swoop also frightened someone in the dark.
This audition battlefield was actually a conspiracy, a conspiracy against independent cultivators.
There were approximately 4,000 independent cultivators who entered the formation, all of whom were scattered throughout the world of cultivation.
The original plan was to gather them all and kill them here, but unexpectedly Feng Qingyang appeared halfway. He not only united the former scattered cultivators to form an alliance, but also killed two thousand sect disciples in one fell swoop.
The secret room of the City Lord's Mansion...
The tall figure was looming in the chaos, and every move he made had an inexplicable charm, as if his every action was in line with the will of heaven.
"City Lord... The Moon Wheel is almost repaired! But the problem is..."
"The question is, are we in trouble?" The figure replied to Chaos Bell in a calm tone without any emotion.
It seemed that the two thousand early foundation-building cultivators who died were just ants.
"But...if the news leaks out, I'm afraid we won't be able to explain ourselves!"
"Hmph... Am I still afraid of those old bastards?"
The figure in the chaos said angrily, and as he became angry, the air in the secret room suddenly became cold, as if the world was about to collapse.
"Yes... yes... I was overthinking..."
“Keep a close eye on the audition battlefield… That zombie is very interesting!” He then disappeared into the darkness.
“City Lord… Although I admire you… But I don’t want you to bring trouble to Guiyuan City…” A skinny old man on the ground slowly raised his head, revealing a face full of vicissitudes. His eyes were particularly firm, and his originally dim pupils suddenly flashed with a bright light.
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