His relationship with Zhu Youqian is special. Although Zhu Youqian calls him "little friend", it is not actually for that reason.
Because of Zhu Xuezhu, his relationship with Zhu Youqian became very delicate. It would not be an exaggeration for him to call Zhu Youqian father-in-law!
Therefore, he was so sure that when Zhang Kui led the monks to the Dark Night Ghost Market, he would definitely receive them well and might even make good use of them.
“Red Devil, thanks to you this time!”
At this time, Zhang Kui turned to Feng Qingyang and said in a deep voice.
Feng Qingyang smiled but said nothing. She was so smart that she had already guessed what Zhang Kui meant from his words.
"You're welcome. Without you, I would never be able to perform such a peerless formation!"
The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
Then he continued to arrange his funeral affairs. Feng Qingyang handed over everything to Zhang Kui and became a hands-off boss, looking into the distance leisurely.
This is the third day, and also the last day of the audition battlefield. As long as we can get through today safely, we will be able to get out alive.
Although it was only a short three days, Feng Qingyang felt extremely tired. It was not only because of the energy consumed in performing the 'Eight Trigrams Killing Array', but more importantly, it was the fatigue from killing.
Although those two thousand people were killed by Feng Qingyang and others, it was ultimately controlled by him. In other words, he alone killed more than two thousand people in just two days.
At this moment he was a little confused. After all, he still had a human soul, and he was a human being from the new century. Humans were not animals and could not be killed at will.
Although in this world of cultivation where the strong are respected, human life is worthless, he still cannot accept it.
“Why the killing?”
If he asked himself, he couldn't figure it out.
If others kill me, I will kill others. Is this the cycle of nature
Feng Qingyang's mind was suddenly filled with a struggle between his conscience and his desires.
Little did he know that when he began to struggle with this issue, his momentum had already quietly changed.
"Alliance leader... Red Devil!"
At this time, the monks finally noticed Feng Qingyang's abnormality. They saw him standing on a high platform with his eyes closed, his hands behind his back, and his blood-red hair moving without wind.
A bloodthirsty aura rose into the sky, and a shadow vaguely appeared on his body. The shadow's appearance could not be seen clearly, but just by the breath one could tell that it was definitely a ferocious creature.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang fell into a deeper struggle. He felt that he was in a sea of blood and he was like a small boat, rising and falling with the surging sea of blood!
Unconsciously, he had transformed into a zombie prototype, with sharp fangs protruding from his lips, his hands that were behind his back slowly laid flat on both sides of his body, his long nails slightly bent, revealing a hint of coldness.
"Why should I kill?"
"Because they want to kill me!"
"What is the killing for?"
“For what?… For what?!”
He trembled on the spot, and an even stronger bloodthirsty aura emanated from him, and an angry roar seemed to be heard in the air.
I saw the shadow behind him begin to solidify and slowly take shape.
Thinking about how he had no grudges against the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect, but was repeatedly hunted down, and thinking about how Zhu Xuezhu fell into a deep sleep because of him.
Thinking about the Taixuan Sect and the Xiaoyao Sect, the super sects with thousands of years of heritage, hunting him down, Tabian must have been furious.
anger!
roar!
The shadow behind her let out an angry roar at the setting sun in the sky.
Zhang Kui's face changed, and he saw Feng Qingyang suddenly gave rise to an indescribable aura again.
"Hurry up, everyone, move back a bit..."
Zhang Kui was terrified. That aura... He had only sensed a little bit of that aura before, and he felt that his soul was shaken and was about to be reduced to ashes.
Everyone immediately started to get commotion, but after all, they had experienced a fight together, so they had some tacit understanding. They retreated to the side in a orderly manner.
roar!
At this moment, the phantom raised its head again, and suddenly opened its bloody mouth to suck the setting sun.
Boom!
The entire space suddenly began to tremble violently, and even a tiny crack appeared at the distant end. It was a space crack!
I saw the setting sun in the sky suddenly become larger again, and it seemed to be invisibly closer to the earth.
Under the horrified gaze of Zhang Kui and others, a beam of light appeared in the setting sun, and a blood-red beam of light suddenly shot down.
"Red Devil!"
Zhang Kui shouted loudly, but the assassin Feng Qingyang was already in a deep struggle and could not hear his call.
A pillar of light descended from the sky, instantly covering Feng Qingyang.
The assassin's body was changing rapidly. The red beam of light contained a huge amount of essence and blood, which were the souls of the monks that Canyang had absorbed before.
His dry cyclone began to vibrate slightly, and the Taiyin Sutra frantically transformed the blood and energy into magic power and poured it into his body.
Boom!
The cyclone where he was standing began to spin rapidly, and the 'copper skin and iron bones' quietly covered his entire body, but this side did change. The 'copper skin and iron bones' that originally had the outline of armor appeared more angular.
Especially his exposed right arm, which was slightly bulging, and the originally hard keratin was strengthened a little bit.
All this changed quietly, but Feng Qingyang was still trapped in the sea of blood.
He only felt an inexpressible hostility in his heart, a desire to destroy all living things, and destroy this treacherous world of cultivation.
At this moment, the rolling sea of blood suddenly calmed down, and a phantom fell from the sky.
Feng Qingyang was shocked and stared at the shadow in a daze, unable to speak.
The shadow descended into the sea of blood, conveying an extremely domineering and crazy idea to Feng Qingyang.
Suddenly he felt the anger in his heart increase again. He looked at the shadow and seemed to have thought of something.
At this time, the sky above the sea of blood cracked again, and a beautiful figure floated down. She was so peaceful and innocent that Feng Qingyang's heart, which was trapped in killing, suddenly calmed down.
It was none other than Zhu Xuezhu. With the appearance of Zhu Xuezhu, the phantom roared unwillingly, stirring up the sea of blood and rushed into Feng Qingyang's body with a whoosh.
"Xiao Zhu!" Feng Qingyang's voice trembled, his eyes slightly moist. He couldn't believe his eyes, and he couldn't believe that Zhu Xuezhu would appear here.
"Where are we now?" he asked stupidly.
I saw the snow-white Zhu Xuezhu slowly rising up to the thousands, bringing with it a touch of tranquility and fragrance.
“This is your heart!”
"My heart?" Feng Qingyang suddenly hugged his head, his face looking a little ferocious.
"Xiao Zhu, I killed someone!"
"They all deserve to be killed!"
"Why do I want to kill like this?"
"Because that's your protection!"
"Protect yourself! Protect the people you love!"
"Brother Qingyang, I will always be watching over you silently in your heart!"
Then Zhu Xuezhu's figure began to slowly disappear.
"I will always watch over you silently in your heart..." Feng Qingyang murmured to himself. He suddenly stood up, and his originally ferocious face returned to calm.
He suddenly opened his eyes and a red light shot out of his eyes.
"Xiaozhu... wait for me!"