Feng Qingyang was startled as he felt a gust of evil wind behind him. His heart was pounding wildly, but at the critical moment, he suddenly shook to the right, and then a golden light flashed from his previous position.
Boom…
A loud roar was heard in the distance. Feng Qingyang looked to the side and immediately took a breath of cold air. He saw a huge pit with a radius of several meters in front of him. It was unknown how deep it was, and there was a brilliant light released inside.
"If it hits me..."
He didn't dare to imagine that he had underestimated the strength of the Half-Step Golden Core Master. He immediately gave up the idea of fighting hard, his scalp tingling, but he used countless magic-level wind spells again.
call…
The wings flashed, and a gust of wind was stirred up. Using them continuously made the wings behind him more solid. When they were waved, a strong wind blew like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves and sweeping away the remaining clouds.
"Where are you escaping!"
In the back, Qingpingzi was very surprised. Before he met Feng Qingyang, he had always heard that zombies could perform Taoist magic. Now it seemed to be true.
Moreover, his attainments in the art of talismans are even more terrifying. Generally speaking, the power of talismans used by ordinary cultivators cannot be added up at all. This is why they spread talismans in the world of cultivation without fear of being imitated by others.
If you want to stack the power of the talisman, you must know the supreme secret book of Maoshan. One of the secret books of Maoshan is drawing talismans in the void, and the next one is the stacking of talismans.
Feng Qingyang, on the other hand, had cultivated to this point relying only on a copy of the Maoshan Talisman Dian that he had plundered from an outer disciple of Maoshan, and he had also realized the true meaning of drawing talismans in the void.
Now, he can even use the power of superposition. How can Qingpingzi not be frightened? The more this happens, the more determined he becomes to kill.
If it is of no use, then destroy it!
Feng Qingyang fled for his life, but under the power of the talisman, he gradually recovered his strength in mid-air. The two of them chased each other, and half a day passed.
At this time, the sun was setting in the west and the moon was rising. Feng Qingyang was refreshed. All along, he had been living in a state of escape from death, so after half a day, he did not feel any discomfort at all. On the contrary, he became more energetic.
He looked up and howled wildly at the sky, the sound of which shook the entire sky. Countless nightingales flew across the endless night sky, and countless green lanterns lit up instantly below, which was chilling.
"Old bastard, come and chase me!" Feng Qingyang turned around and shot a few arrows behind him from time to time. This could not only interfere with Qing Pingzi's pursuit, but also allow him to use the recoil force to escape faster.
Moreover, the falling of night is the time when Yin energy grows. He has the supreme classic 'Taiyin Sutra', which can absorb the Yin energy between heaven and earth all the time, and the conversion speed is also very fast. He doesn't need to practice at all, he can convert it into magic power flowing in his body.
As one side gained strength while the other lost strength, he became even more proud. After shooting another arrow behind him, he was suddenly startled. He didn't know when Qingpingzi disappeared behind him.
"Could it be that he has already shaken it off?" he murmured to himself, his mind alert to the extreme. The Yueshang Bow disappeared in a flash, and at the same time, the Yuejing Wheel appeared again.
Corresponding to the moonlight in the sky, it emits a mysterious red glow.
Feng Qingyang's magic power was activated, and the ferocious armor appeared instantly. He could only use the Moon Essence Wheel once, and the little magic power he had recovered by then would be used up again.
He paused in the distance, looking at the waning moon in the sky. Unconsciously, a murderous intent arose in him. Looking at the empty surroundings, he refused to believe that Qingpingzi had left.
"Certainly!"
But at this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the air, and at the same time a golden light whizzed over and hit Feng Qingyang in an instant, but did not leave him any time to react.
"You run? Keep running?" At this time, Qingpingzi's sinister laughter came out from the void. Suddenly, the void five hundred feet in front of him shook and squirmed, and suddenly a green figure emerged from it.
It was Qingpingzi who had disappeared before. He had a hideous smile on his face and murderous intent in his eyes. Although he was far away in the air, the murderous intent was already approaching.
"Immobilization spell?" Feng Qingyang had a bad premonition. The golden light before penetrated him but did not hurt him at all. However, he was now bound in the void and unable to move.
He felt that the world around him was like a swamp, and he was trapped in it. The more he moved, the stronger the binding force became. His eyes flashed, and he looked at Qingpingzi who was walking slowly in front of him, but his eyes did not change at all.
"Evil creature, when I bring you back to the sect, you will be in trouble. I will definitely throw you into the Samadhi True Fire and train you into a puppet."
He looked at Feng Qingyang, who was unable to move, with a sinister look, and seemed extremely satisfied.
He snapped his fingers and a ball of fire suddenly burst out in his hand. With a bang, it turned into a very thin fire snake in the wind and rushed towards Feng Qingyang's body.
Boom!
The air vibrated and flames shot up into the sky, instantly illuminating the darkness all around. The fire snake hit Feng Qingyang's chest and exploded instantly, bursting out with a power compressed to the extreme.
Feng Qingyang groaned, his face turned pale in an instant, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Upon closer inspection, he saw that a big hole was blown in his chest by the fire python. His black armor was shattered, his flesh was turned inside out, and there was a burnt smell.
The white bones were vaguely visible among them, and the powerful pressure of the Half-Step Golden Core Power burst out, instantly locking Feng Qingyang. He felt as if he was trapped in a sea and seemed to be facing the power of heaven and earth.
With just a casual blow, he penetrated Feng Qingyang's defense, which was enough to show how powerful he was. The tragic death of Feng Hanzi before was purely an accident. If he could be as cautious as Qingpingzi, how could he die so miserably
"Isn't it very powerful?" Qingpingzi grinned again, without any of the noble spirit of a righteous sect. No wonder Maoshan has declined to this extent. He raised his hand and waved it again. A large handprint quickly condensed and slapped Feng Qingyang's face with a "snap".
"You little beast, you killed my Maoshan disciples, do you think we are soft persimmons?"
"Pah..."
He waved his hand again, and the handprint flashed, hitting the other side of his face.
"Qingpingzi!"
Feng Qingyang said nothing, not even a hum, he just looked at Qingpingzi silently, as if the one being beaten was not him, but someone else.
His eyes were calm, without a trace of impurities in them, but his aura suddenly became extremely evil. Qingpingzi shuddered suddenly, as if he was being stared at by some vicious beast.
Looking at Feng Qingyang's eyes, a flash of fear passed through his heart. In order to hide his panic, he quickly moved forward and came to Feng Qingyang's side in an instant.
It seems that only in this way can I control his life and death and feel at ease.
"You're scared!"
(My head hurts a bit. There are a lot of things going on at home recently. Alas...)