At this time, an indifferent voice came from the void, and at the same time a green light flew out and enveloped Feng Qingyang.
In the void, a shadowy figure appeared. He was so big and burly that his appearance could not be seen clearly.
"Projection..."
People with insight immediately recognized that this was a powerful master using his powerful magic to tear space and project his own projection.
I saw the figure floating in the void, his every move was filled with indescribable charm, as if the heaven and earth had lost their luster because of him.
“City Lord… That’s the City Lord of Guiyuan City…” The crowd began to riot, and many people shouted excitedly.
The Lord of Guiyuan City is a legend, a legend in the world of independent cultivators.
He rose from the grassroots, became famous in troubled times, and reached his peak through bloodshed.
There are rumors that on the day he broke through to the golden elixir stage, he was ambushed and killed by three veteran golden elixir masters.
But even so, he still survived tenaciously, and was not at a disadvantage in a one-on-three fight. In the end, he killed nearly a dozen ancient giants, a great Jindan master, with a stunning blow, and severely injured two Jindan masters.
Afterwards, he created such a powerful Guiyuan City by his own efforts, using cultivators in the early stage of foundation building as captains guarding the city, and cultivators at the peak of the late stage of Qi refining as soldiers.
He has been in charge of Guiyuan City for hundreds of years, and no one dared to cause trouble. You can imagine how powerful he is.
"Take them away from the battlefield and participate in the second round of auditions!" The indifferent voice disappeared, and the sky suddenly returned to calm.
When the old man Zi Ji heard this voice, he felt unwilling. He had never thought of killing Feng Qingyang, but he wanted to humiliate him.
The more he looked at Feng Qingyang, the more he disliked him. He always felt that this boy would bring disaster to Guiyuan City.
On the other hand, Feng Qingyang also hated the old man Zi Ji very much. When the two met for the first time, they were already in a situation of life and death.
"Hmph! You're lucky..." After Zi Ji finished speaking, he looked around proudly, then waved his hand. Everyone felt a flash of light before they were immediately back to the square outside the City Lord's Mansion.
When they came into contact with the air of the real world, many people in the early stages of foundation building burst into tears of joy.
The three days of entering the audition battlefield actually only took two days and two nights, but these two days and two nights are something that many people will probably never forget in their lifetime.
Originally, there were 10,000 cultivators in the early stage of foundation building who entered, but now the number of people coming out is less than half of the previous number, and each of them was seriously injured and almost died.
Now that they saw the broad daylight, they felt as if they were reborn, so they all sat cross-legged on the ground and madly absorbed the spiritual energy.
Looking at Zhang Kui again, he led the thousand early foundation-building cultivators behind him to sit cross-legged in an orderly manner according to the previously arranged teams.
As the technique was put into operation, a storm of spiritual energy suddenly arose in the square outside the City Lord's Mansion.
Most of the people sitting cross-legged on the ground did not speak, but only silently absorbed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to repair their bodies.
However, there was one thing that was special among them. The rest of the people stayed away from Feng Qingyang and the others. Although they were absorbing spiritual energy, they still opened their eyes from time to time to watch, with a hint of panic and fear in their eyes.
Feng Qingyang has recovered as before under the green light of the Lord of Guiyuan City, as if the scene of the Purple Demon Eye torturing him was just an illusion.
He didn't know why the old man was so against him, but as long as he was his enemy, it would be a blood feud until death!
"You old bastard...just wait for me!" He closed his eyes and sat on the ground, his mind quickly replaying the experiences in the audition battlefield.
His biggest gain this time was not his advancement to the peak of the initial stage of wandering corpses, but his understanding of the "Art of Formations".
He has always thought that the "Art of Formation" was not very good. Even when he performed the "Xuan Yin Body Refining Formation" in the Dark Night Ghost Market last time, he did not gain so many insights.
But this time, the 'Eight Trigrams Killing Array' killed nearly two thousand disciples of the sect in the early stage of foundation building in one fell swoop, which shocked him.
The power of the explosion made him tremble.
The feeling that there was no way up to heaven or down to earth once he entered the formation made him feel a little crazy.
"If I can cast such a large formation at will, who can do anything to me?"
He clearly remembered that there was a formation recorded in "The Art of Formation", a formation that could destroy heaven and earth!
He opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in them, and then he closed them again.
…
The audition battle was over, and the inside information spread quickly throughout Guiyuan City and the entire cultivation world like the wind.
Lu Xun's death directly led to the death of two thousand sect disciples in the early stage of foundation building. Although Feng Qingyang was the culprit, it was ultimately Lu Xun's mistake that led to such an outcome.
For a time, the Red Devil's name was once again pushed to the forefront. The early wandering zombies could slaughter the early foundation building cultivators at will, and even if they encountered a middle foundation building cultivator, they could still kill him with all their might. This was not the most surprising thing. The most surprising thing was that he actually mastered all kinds of formations.
Although no outsiders saw the "Eight Trigrams Killing Formation" in the audition battlefield, it did exist, and many contestants truly felt the heart-pounding pressure.
Zombies, lost formation techniques, talismans, endless means, and all kinds of amazing techniques all appear on the same person. It's simply - simply too incredible.
He could alone cast a formation that could kill two thousand cultivators in the early stages of foundation building. This was crazy, but also terrifying.
You know, even a first-rate righteous sect like the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect only has a few hundred cultivators in the early stage of foundation building.
The number of deaths this time was as high as two thousand, almost approaching the total number of elite disciples from the ten major righteous sects.
This audition war made many people feel depressed, and they all had a feeling that a storm was about to come, and the whole Guiyuan City was undercurrent.
On the surface, it seems quiet and no different from usual, but in fact, it is turbulent, with countless elders from the sect teleporting here.
There is only one goal, and that is to kill Feng Qingyang and eliminate demons and monsters for the sake of justice!
In fact, anyone with a discerning eye knows that all the talk of slaying demons and upholding justice is a bullshit cover, and the real purpose is to obtain the "Art of Formation" from Feng Qingyang.
If we could obtain this lost formation from ancient times, I'm afraid the entire structure of the cultivation world would change again.
Many elders and wise men also shook their heads and sighed. The world of cultivation will be plunged into a bloody storm in the troubled times.
Various talented young men who had been hiding in the dark came out one after another, not for anything else, but only for the Red Devil Feng Qingyang who would return to Yuan City this time.
After more than half a day passed, many disciples finally recovered a layer of magic power. Although it was only one layer, the external injuries on their bodies were almost healed.
Zhang Kui opened his eyes and looked at Feng Qingyang who still had his eyes closed in front of him. He frowned slightly, as if he had something difficult to say, but in the end he still stepped forward and said, "Red Devil... what are your plans?"