Someone growled dully, and everyone who heard it affirmed it in their hearts.
In the blink of an eye, everything turned into ashes and smoke, and he even easily broke the palm of a Half-Step Golden Core Master. With such strength, he can be regarded as the top one among the geniuses of various major sects.
What's more, Feng Qingyang is still a little zombie, a little zombie despised by heaven and earth!
Sure enough, when he smashed the old man's illusory palm, it aroused their anger. They seemed to be despised. In their eyes, a small ant dared to be so arrogant and domineering, which was simply a slap in his face.
"act recklessly!"
The two old men rose into the air at the same time, looking at Feng Qingyang with unfriendly eyes. There was actually a reason why they came at the same time.
Every elite disciple of each major sect has a life tablet placed in his own sect. There is a trace of soul in the tablet. If the life tablet is broken, it means that the original body is dead.
However, this time, the disciple in charge of guarding the life tablets discovered that the life tablets of the disciples who went out to compete for the Yin Lingquan were shattered one after another. He was shocked and hurriedly informed the higher-ups of the sect.
As expected, when such a huge damage occurred, the sect immediately issued an order to investigate, which led to the arrival of these two old men.
In fact, there are other elders from other sects along the way, but they have not arrived yet.
This time, except for Tianji Pavilion, Tianjian Sect and Linglong Dongtian, disciples of the other ten major sects died one after another. Even the leading genius disciples had their life plates shattered and their souls returned to heaven and earth.
"Boy, was it you who killed my sect's disciple?" In order to have a legitimate reason, or to avoid bullying the weak, the old man put a big hat on his head.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang smiled. Of course, he killed those disciples, but who could see it? Moreover, they came to kill Feng Qingyang, so it was natural for him to kill them in return.
But Feng Qingyang was not a fool, and he certainly would not admit it directly. After all, the enemy was strong and he was weak, and he did not want to fight to the death, so he smiled and said, "Good old man, I am just a zombie. Your disciples are all geniuses, and there are so many of them, how can I kill them?"
Everyone nodded when they heard this. Although they acknowledged Feng Qingyang's strength, it would probably be impossible for him to take on so many disciples alone.
Moreover, the great geniuses were not pushovers, but how could they have imagined that Feng Qingyang had a way to protect himself in the black fog, and that it was like fishing, luring them one by one and then defeating them one by one
"Xiu, stop talking nonsense. You must have killed them. Give me your life!" The old man who attacked first seemed to have a bad temper. He was about to kill again after just a few words.
As expected, as Feng Qingyang spoke, the old man became more certain of his thoughts. Even when he was angry, he secretly wondered why such a powerful person was not in his sect.
“Die!” The elder from Mount Mao shouted again, then stretched out his big hand. As his hand came out, it covered the sky and the sun, as if it was going to block out the light from the sky.
The wind was rising and the clouds were surging. The ground below was splashing with dirt and rocks. The mountains and forests were torn apart and uprooted by this powerful aura. This was the power of a half-step golden elixir. With just a gesture of his hand, the sky could collapse and the earth could split apart.
Feng Qingyang walked forward without any fear. Looking at the outstretched big hand, he indeed felt a threat. However, zombies are inherently unyielding. If you want to cover the sky, I will break it.
His face was silent, without any emotion. Looking at the big hand that stretched out above his head, he sneered, clenched his fist, and suddenly pulled it back, then turned into a gust of wind that whistled upwards.
It was like soaring up to 90,000 miles, and this rush was extremely fast. Everyone only felt a flash before their eyes, and then a roar came to their ears, like a thunderclap in the ground.
Feng Qingyang turned into a black whirlwind, and with a swish, he broke through the illusory giant hand that covered the sky, and stood proudly between heaven and earth.
"Old wretch, is this all your strength?" Feng Qingyang sneered disdainfully. At this moment, the concept of the invincibility of a half-step golden elixir had collapsed in his mind. Although it was just a brief fight, he was able to get a clue.
"Not simple!" The old man was surprised to see his palm broken. He took a quick look and took a breath of cold air. At the same time, the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger.
"In such a short period of time, he has jumped two levels and broken through to the late stage of zombie. Not bad! Very good!" He gritted his teeth, the murderous intent in his eyes almost solidified into substance.
As he spoke, people around him all looked at Feng Qingyang in surprise. They had been wondering how he could possibly withstand the pressure from a Half-Step Golden Core expert, but it turned out that he had actually jumped two levels.
Seeing this, the other old man's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself that he had jumped two levels, and he might have obtained some treasure in this Yinlingquan Valley. Thinking of this, a greedy light flashed in his eyes.
Zombie cultivation is already extremely difficult, but it can jump two levels even like this, I'm afraid that thing is really extraordinary. Thinking of this, his heart was even more excited.
Then he shook his body slightly and grabbed the void with one hand. Suddenly, a huge suction force came, and even the clouds in the sky were flying towards his palm, which showed how strong his suction force was.
"You old bastard, you actually want to snatch food from the tiger's mouth." When the old man from Maoshan saw him take action, he also stretched out his big hand, and the two of them grabbed Feng Qingyang at the same time.
But at this moment, rainbow lights flashed across the sky again, and at the same time a huge whistling sound was heard.
"Maoshan Zhengtian Sect, Xiaoyao Sect, do you want to eat alone?"
The void vibrated, and at the same time, a stream of light flashed quickly, but when his hand was about to grasp Feng Qingyang, it was cut off in an instant. Then there was a flash of light, and four old men suddenly appeared in the void.
Everyone looked carefully and were shocked again. This time, four half-step golden elixir masters had descended again. In this way, with the two people before, there were six half-step golden elixir masters here.
This kind of lineup can sweep through some medium-sized sects. Moreover, those who came are not weaklings, but powerful men who have been famous for a long time. The reason why they came at the same time is that they are no different from others. The shattered life tablets of their disciples caused a shock to the sect.
After seeing Qingfeng Qingyang's cultivation level, he was surprised, and then quickly turned into excitement. These were some cunning old immortals, and even plucking one of their eyebrows would leave it hollow.
Looking at Feng Qingyang who was calm and composed in front of him, although he wondered where he got his confidence from, he simply ignored it. What if they were late-stage wandering corpses? They were half-step golden elixir, and one foot had already stepped into the golden elixir realm of the ancient giants.
With just a flick of his fingers, he can crush countless cultivators in the late stage of foundation building, not to mention that this is just a small zombie.
"Old man, wherever I am, there are you."