The sound of thunder suddenly exploded, rumbling and turning into thunderous roars that spread in all directions. The rumbling sound gradually spread amid countless screams and cowardice.
The earth-shaking, rumbling sound impacted all directions, and countless echoes were heard between the reverberations. At this moment, it replaced the heaven and earth and became the absolute sound of the Tao here.
The entire void was surrounded by dark purple light, like blood, or like countless nimble killing dragons, spread throughout the world and roaming in the void. It was extremely terrifying, as if the entire world had turned into a blood-red ocean at this moment.
Huge waves rolled up, rolling up thousands of piles of blood. Every shock would merge the blood that had not yet completely melted in the void together, making it powerful and terrifying.
The murderous aura gathered with a roar, like a strong gale, breaking the wind and clouds, roaring continuously as it rolled back. The phantom killing dragon floated up and down in the sea of blood, flashing from time to time, constantly integrating in the void, and began to merge quickly. After condensing, it directly bombarded downwards.
Feng Qingyang, on the other hand, walked forward on the void. His white Taoist robe was particularly conspicuous under the blood-red sky. He appeared with a bang, and then moved forward slowly. His black hair fluttered, and his eyes were as sharp as lightning, making it seem that the second level of the magic pit was completely under his control.
The might of thunder swept in, and the earth-shaking changes were just to tell everyone that Feng Qingyang had not yet reached the end of his strength, and was not something that ordinary people could approach. He was silently proving to the world that the meaning of his existence was not something that every jumping clown could wantonly bully. Those who bully him would eventually become his defeated opponents, or even die here.
"He's coming, he's really coming, he's not a spent force." The short middle-aged God King stared blankly at the sky, looked at Feng Qingyang floating in the endless sea of blood, looked at the killing dragons that kept gathering, and his heart was shocked.
How many people must be killed to condense such a terrifying and boundless killing aura? And how many people's resentment must be accumulating to make him produce such a killing aura
The rest of the God Kings suddenly stood up straight, staring blankly at the sky. The figure in white looked like a fairy from the sky. At a glance, they saw Feng Qingyang in the sea of blood.
At this moment, not only the God King, but even the remaining Demon Kings were shocked. Their faces turned pale, and their initial despair turned into deep despair.
That terrifying aura engulfed them all in an instant, causing their bodies to tremble constantly, with fear, dread, and deep hatred in their eyes. Especially when they thought about how Feng Qingyang had forced the Seven Nights Demon King to self-destruct in front of them, all the new and old grudges gathered in their hearts at this moment, and became unforgettable.
Feng Qingyang swung his sleeves, and violent murderous aura struck in all directions, exploding in an instant. In the blink of an eye, countless demon kings fell under this powerful stranglehold, and even a large number of god kings died.
After breaking through the realm, even if he killed a mid-stage God King, it was just a matter of turning his hand. He watched the people in the void explode one by one, screaming and watching the people around him fall in despair.
The despair and helplessness made Feng Qingyang, a killer, feel a little bit reluctant. A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated, but they all deserve to be killed. Only by killing them all can he avoid death.
"All of you die, all of you stay and be buried with me on the second floor of the Demon Pit," Feng Qingyang roared, and with a thought, his aura swept through the void once again, and most of the demon kings fell here.
Then he waved his hand, and a huge vortex suddenly gathered around him. The moment it appeared, it used its overbearing power to madly compress the demonic energy inside, and operated it according to Dansha's refining method.
One day, two days, and on the third day, Feng Qingyang suddenly glared, his eyes gleaming with light, causing a loud bang to be heard in the void.
Beside him, there was a purple-gold pill suspended, which was filled with rich medicinal effects. The moment it appeared, it attracted the void and spread out in waves, just like a huge wave that kept spreading in all directions.
"Don't kill me." And at this moment, a faint sound of breaking suddenly came from the void, and a God King soaked in blood appeared.
He was short and his features could not be seen, but based on his hoarse voice, his body that was about to break, and Feng Qingyang's eyesight, he could still vaguely tell that he was a middle-aged God King.
Feng Qingyang remained silent, raised his hand and put Dansha into the storage bag, then he paused with his gaze, his eyes were bright and piercing the void, it was extremely terrifying.
"Who are you? Where are you from? Who are you from the Jiuli Divine Dynasty?"
"I am Lv Wenran from the Imperial Capital, a Divine King under the command of Commander Xuantian. I am stationed at the border of the Demonic State. This time I have been ordered to come here to investigate the second level of the Demonic Pit."
"Lv Wenran?" Feng Qingyang whispered softly, nodded gently, looked at the other party's trembling body, and a murderous intent flashed in his deep eyes, as if he had sentenced the other party to death immediately.
"You go now."
After a while, he sighed and said that he didn't want to kill anymore. It was a blessing for the God King to survive the horrific strangulation before. It would be a pity to kill him like this.
More importantly, his own cultivation is not weak, and he is also from the Demon Emperor State. This is just right. Anyway, he is now missing a guide. If he can spare his life in exchange for a sincere word, he will be very happy to do so.
Lu Wenran stared at Feng Qingyang blankly, as if he suspected that he had heard wrongly. He clearly sensed the murderous intent in Feng Qingyang's eyes just now. He originally thought that he was going to die here, but he never expected that the answer he got would be so unbelievable.
"Senior...Senior...are you serious?"
He hunched over and bowed deeply to Feng Qingyang, then asked, "Senior, is there anything I can help you with?"
Feng Qingyang smiled secretly in his heart, thinking that this person was not an idiot after all, at least it seemed that way. The other party did not turn around and leave immediately after getting the reply, but chose to stay and ask him.
"Take me to the cross-domain teleportation array of the Demonic Empire. You know my identity, so I think you will not be unfamiliar with my purpose." Feng Qingyang looked at him straight and said meaningfully. While speaking, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The seemingly ordinary smile, the moment it caught Lu Wenran's eyes, made the hairs on his body stand up.