This is what I think in my heart, and this is also what I actually do.
He had an instinctive desire and disgust for the Demon-Subduing Pestle, and even a hint of fear. Originally, zombies should be afraid of people from Maoshan.
The people of Maoshan practice the art of talismans and have a breath of righteous energy in their bellies. This energy is fatal to all evil things.
However, in order to cultivate the great righteousness, the ancestors of Maoshan were originally people with everlasting righteousness, but as the sect has been passed down to this day, they have long lost the spirit of the sect. Therefore, no one in Maoshan today possesses the great righteousness.
But who would have thought that Feng Qingyang would actually feel fear towards the demon-subduing pestle of the Western Region cultivator, and it came from the deepest part of his heart. How could he not be surprised
This is the first time since I came to this world that I have encountered something that can actually restrain myself.
His eyes flickered as he looked from afar at the man holding the demon-subduing pestle. It was obvious that he had already sensed Feng Qingyang's fear of the magic weapon in his hand.
Sure enough, after discovering this, the man was obviously relieved, and then a hint of pride emerged on his face, and he thought to himself that he had actually found a magic weapon to restrain the Red Devil.
"He is so afraid of the magic weapon in my hand. It seems that I was right to rob and kill that little bald donkey that day!" He thought to himself.
"Red Devil, take my pestle!" Having found Feng Qingyang's weakness, he laughed wildly. He pinched his fingers together, and the demon-subduing pestle instantly grew larger. This time it was more than twice as large as before.
Suddenly, golden light filled the black fog, and it actually had the effect of penetrating the black fog. Feng Qingyang was shocked, and his pupils shrank sharply. Looking at the demon-subduing pestle that was coming at him again, he retreated without even thinking about it.
Fortunately, although the Demon Subduing Pestle could restrain him, it could only attack from a distance. If he was immobilized at this moment and then hit hard by the Demon Subduing Pestle, he really couldn't imagine what would happen.
"I'll find a chance to find out the origin of this demon-subduing pestle, and..." As he instantly appeared, his eyes pierced through the black fog and looked at the smug man, with a fatal and cold look in his eyes.
"This man must be killed. I must not let anything that can threaten me get out, otherwise I will surely die." As his mind raced, he relied on his unparalleled speed to repeatedly avoid the demon-subduing pestle that was smashing at him.
Every time he dodged, he felt terrified and sweaty, as if he would be instantly reduced to ashes if hit by the demon-subduing pestle.
"No, if we delay any longer, I'm afraid the other disciples will be here soon." There was a fierce light in his eyes, but he did not dodge. Instead, he pulled away and instantly shot an arrow behind him.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
He shot out three arrows in succession, three beams of light that pierced through the black mist with great force, and reached the man's side almost instantly.
Sure enough, when the arrow came, he was obviously a little panicked, and the Demon Subduing Pestle, which he was controlling with great power, suddenly paused.
"Right now..."
Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, and while he had not yet retracted the demon-subduing pestle, his body suddenly burst out with a huge force, and he was close to the man in an instant.
"You're dead!" He roared again, and the murderous intent in his heart towards this man was extremely strong. It was not because of him, but because of the demon-subduing pestle in his hand.
He roared, the sound shaking the sky, instantly stunning the man on the spot. Then he waved his hand, which turned into the size of a millstone, and chopped down from top to bottom with a loud noise.
Boom…
There were sounds of broken and even shattered bones in the air, and the man's eyes were filled with fear. Then his body suddenly exploded, turning into a blood mist that filled the sky. The blood mist was instantly sucked clean by the blood mosquitoes in the black fog.
Buzz…
As soon as the man died, the enlarged demon-subduing pestle suddenly lost control and seemed to have its own spirituality, as if it was about to fly away.
"Where are you going..."
Feng Qingyang shouted softly, his body trembled, and he quickly came to the side of the Demon Subduing Pestle, feeling the breath that made his heart palpitate coming from it. He gritted his teeth, and the ring in his hand flashed, and he immediately put it in it.
Just like this, after a fight, he once again killed the leading genius disciples of the two major sects. He was as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder, and tore them to pieces with his powerful force like a crushing blow.
"It's just a pity to waste the energy and blood of a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building."
He shook his head and sighed slightly. From the people he killed, he could clearly understand the magic formula. The energy gained from killing a genius was at least half more than that of an ordinary disciple.
"Then, it's time to wait and see..."
His eyes flickered, and he disappeared into the black mist again. At this time, the bloody aura from his wounds became more obvious, even to the point of being terrifying.
He imitated the voices of some talented disciples, attracting countless disciples to come and kill them one after another. On the way, he also encountered some particularly powerful talented disciples, but after a fierce battle, they all died in his hands.
So far, he has lost count of how many people he has killed. Up to this moment, half of the disciples who entered the black fog have probably died here.
Feng Qingyang sat cross-legged in the void. There was no black fog within a few meters around him. Even the monsters in it were extremely fearful.
A vacuum zone appeared beside him, as if the space was filled with tangible murderous intent and blood. Moreover, countless moonlight, blood-colored moonlight, fell from the void.
At this moment, his cyclone had almost reached its limit, and he was only a step away from advancing. But even so, he could deeply feel that he absolutely could not advance to the later stage of corpse jumping in one go.
Therefore, he endured and used all his strength to suppress his Dantian, because he had great ambitions. If he didn't break through, it would be fine. But if he did, he would have to make a series of leaps and bounds.
Not only is this true now, but it will also be true in the future!
He opened his eyes, and a bright light shone from them. The light was so strong that it could instantly see through an area of ten meters around him. Moreover, wherever he passed, the black fog around him retreated on its own. Therefore, the range under his control was expanded by half.
In this way, he will be able to observe the surroundings more effectively, and no movement will escape his eyes, which will be as sharp as a pair of piercing eyes.
As he flipped his hand, the evil dragon's inner elixir appeared. There was light flowing on it, and it was crystal clear, but there was a little dimness in the center. Seeing this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief again.
In this way, as long as all the disciples of the sect here are killed, the evil dragon's inner elixir will be successfully activated.
From time to time, the mana consumed by the series of battles was finally replenished, and then the hunt began again!