At this moment, he looked at the dead Jun Wei in a daze. Originally, he would not die, but who knew that he would come to provoke Feng Qingyang, and be the first to do so, so he had to die.
Originally at the last moment, when Jun Wei pointed his finger at the void to shatter the sky, Feng Qingyang had indeed lost the will to resist. Under the absolute strength, any mental effort was futile.
However, at the most critical moment, that is, when the void began to shrink and the pressure exploded, the cyclone in his Dantian started to run wildly, and the green saplings in it shook violently, and a hazy green light halo swayed inside.
The halo suddenly spread out and enveloped Feng Qingyang. In a flash, the power of Jun Wei's finger burst out instantly. Although it was strong, 90% of it was dissipated by the green halo.
Only one tenth of the power vibrated into Feng Qingyang's body through the green halo.
However, how could one tenth of the power kill him? But it still made him dizzy and dazed, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
While thinking, Feng Qingyang looked back at the black fog that was stirring in all directions, snorted coldly, stepped forward and took away Jun Wei's storage ring, then flicked his sleeves, and suddenly a fire dragon roared and burned it to ashes.
Then, without even looking at the rolling black fog, he began to explore the breath and look for the others. Just as he turned around, a stream of blood light surged from Jun Wei's body and poured into the evil dragon's inner elixir in his hand.
"Sure enough, the essence, blood and energy of the cultivator can cause a reaction in the evil dragon's inner elixir." Feng Qingyang didn't even turn his head. A flash of fire appeared on his body and he was immediately immersed in the thick black fog. His heavenly eyes opened and a hunt began.
The black fog rolled and the blood moon remained, but tonight was destined to be an unusual night, stained with blood and life. Wherever Feng Qingyang passed, there were screams.
With his third eye open, he could see clearly within a distance of ten meters in the black fog. It was this ten-meter distance that gave him the upper hand. The others could only see clearly within a distance of one meter in the black fog, and therefore, they were doomed to death.
When they were still trembling in the black fog, they didn't know that ten meters away, there was a pair of eyes staring at them closely.
Whoosh…
In the distance, there was a sound of breaking air. It turned out that Feng Qingyang had already made a move. His speed was extremely fast, like a ghost. He flashed in the black fog, and when he appeared again, he was already behind the disciple of some unknown sect.
"Are you here to kill Feng Qingyang?" He appeared silently and asked coldly.
"Yeah, I just don't know where he is now, and I can't contact my brother." The man answered reflexively. As soon as he finished speaking, his body shook and he turned around with a stiff neck.
When he saw that the person asking the question was Feng Qingyang, his heart was beating fast, his head turned red, and he stammered: "You...how do you know...you..."
Before he finished saying the word "you", his body suddenly split apart. It was Feng Qingyang who had already punched him. Now, these ordinary disciples in the early stage of foundation building were like bubbles in his eyes.
It was shattered with one punch, without any power to resist. Even if it was resisted, it would be futile. You have to know that at this time, Feng Qingyang dared to challenge even if he was in the late stage of foundation building or even at the peak.
For cultivators like this, one punch can blow them up. Looking at the glowing light of the evil dragon's inner elixir in his hand, Feng Qingyang was ecstatic. In this way, as long as he absorbed enough essence, energy and blood, he would definitely show signs of recovery.
At this moment, he was calculating in his mind how many people had entered the black fog. Except for Linglong Dongtian, Tianjian Sect, and Tianji Pavilion, dozens of people had come from other sects, and some even reached a hundred.
"In this case, there are at least 500 people. If we kill them all and refine their blood and energy, then a breakthrough is inevitable!"
There was a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he didn't feel any hesitation in killing these people, not to mention that they came here to kill Feng Qingyang
I won't offend anyone unless they offend me. If they offend me, blood will splatter five steps away! I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me! This is Feng Qingyang's principle.
In the black fog, many disciples died at the hands of Feng Qingyang, but more died at the hands of the black fog monster.
They were like fish in water in the black fog, but Feng Qingyang had to search for them one by one, so his efficiency would certainly be much lower.
After killing another person, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the light in them was gone. Opening his third eye for a long time had consumed a lot of his energy.
When the Heavenly Eye was retracted, it could only see objects within a one-meter radius, and the rest were shrouded in hazy black fog.
"This is not a solution. We don't know how far the black fog has spread, and there is no sign of it returning. We don't know where the people in it have been dispersed to."
He raised his eyebrows slightly and was immediately caught in a dilemma. If he was slow, everyone inside would be killed by the strange hand hidden in the black fog.
If this is the case, he will not be able to obtain enough blood and energy, so he cannot activate the evil dragon's inner elixir, and thus cannot refine the 'Right Arm of the Lord of the Qiong'!
“No, we must not fail at the last moment!” He gritted his teeth, and flames from his body shot up into the sky. Suddenly, the black fog surrounding him quickly dissipated in all directions.
His body flashed, and with a whoosh he rushed into the air, and in an instant he rushed out of the area covered by the black fog. He didn't even look around, he sank his energy into his dantian, and with all his strength he roared into the void.
"Disciples, come here quickly, the Red Devil has been seriously injured!"
This voice, however, imitated Jun Wei's tone so vividly that it was impossible to tell the difference unless one was paying attention. Moreover, they were all in chaos at the moment, so no one had the heart to analyze it.
This roar was full of energy and instantly spread throughout the black fog in the surrounding area, with the lingering sound echoing endlessly. Sure enough, after he roared, countless rays of light in the void quickly followed the sound and gathered here.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang was overjoyed, thinking that he could finally catch them all in one fell swoop. The explosion in the valley tonight was no small matter. If he killed them all here, no one would think that it was him who did it.
"Hmph, come on, all of you come and die!"
He came to his senses and looked around, his pupils suddenly shrank, but before he could be surprised, he was covered by thick black fog again.
"Dragon-breaking Terrace... As expected... There is still half an hour until midnight and three quarters to go. Then, half an hour later, there will definitely be a great fortune, a great fortune for me!"
Thinking of this, his whole body shook, and his body was instantly covered by the black mist. His magic power circulated throughout his body, and he could vaguely feel someone approaching him quickly.
"Are you here?"