The sound of explosions continued, and when the smoke and dust cleared, the devastated center was revealed.
Feng Qingyang was seen curled up, holding a frightened wolf in his arms, its originally snow-white fur turned bright red.
A pungent smell of blood filled the air, dripping from his pale cheeks and landing on the wolf in his arms. The scene looked particularly weird.
“Is he dead? Hahaha… Is he finally dead?”
Yidao seemed to have fallen into madness. For him, who was born in a big sect, it was like holding a golden key. He had been very successful in the sect and had never experienced such a bloody side. What he experienced today was too much of a shock to him. It was all due to his eagerness for quick success. If he had not thought of killing Feng Qingyang, the result would not have been like this.
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
The surroundings after the explosion seemed exceptionally quiet, but this sound of quietness was also extremely short-lived. Feng Qingyang, who was at the center of the explosion, unfolded his body and slowly stood up. His pair of cold pupils stared at one direction unhurriedly, which seemed to contain deep irony and disdain.
When he stood up, he looked a little embarrassed. No! Not just embarrassed, but more horrible. There seemed to be a big hole in his back, and his bones seemed to be visible. If it weren't for his unyielding will, he would have fallen down long ago.
"Is this what you call a righteous person? You can even cut off your fellow junior brother with one sword. What qualifications do you have to call yourself a righteous person?"
Feng Qingyang gently put down the wolf demon Xiaoyue in his arms, then jumped forward and landed with a thud less than a foot inside. The two of them stared at each other, and at such a close distance they could even hear one's pounding heart.
"Don't talk nonsense, my junior brother was killed by you!"
Yida had fallen into madness, with Junior Brother Li's blood stains still lingering on his face. His face was distorted and he stared at Feng Qingyang fiercely.
"brush!"
He swung his sword, but Feng Qingyang held it firmly between two fingers.
"How... How is this possible? How... How can you catch it?!"
One of his eyes bulged out and he almost fell to the ground.
"snort!"
Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, and felt a little sympathy when he saw the distorted face. This person had completely fallen into a state of collapse. These self-righteous people who claimed to be noble were so vulnerable. Apart from harming others, they had no psychological endurance at all.
"You didn't even use your magic power, and you want to kill me with just this sword? You underestimate me too much!"
Feng Qingyang said sarcastically. In fact, he was also worried. This was the innate fear of peach wood that zombies had. However, his soul was roaring, unyielding! Deep unyielding! He did not escape, but dared to face it.
He exists to break legends and break the rules!
"Yes... yes... mana!"
He stammered and was about to activate his magic power, but at this moment the sword in his hand was pulled out by Feng Qingyang and thrown aside.
"How do you want to die now?" Feng Qingyang held something up high. His body swayed, and it seemed that he would fall down at any time. After all, he was seriously injured in the previous explosion.
"I...I...I don't want to die..."
One of his cheeks turned the color of liver and his pupils bulged. At this moment, he felt that death was so close. Looking at Feng Qingyang who was like a devil in front of him, he seemed to have forgotten that he was still a person who could cast spells.
It has always been the Taoist priests chasing zombies and shouting to kill them, but the scene now is that the zombies are dominating the lives of the Taoist priests.
Feng Qing looked around and it seemed that there were extremely powerful thoughts sweeping across the place. Some of the thoughts from powerful beings made him terrified.
"It's not advisable to stay here for long, it's better to leave!" Feng Qingyang thought.
Looking at the sword in his hand, he suddenly didn't want to kill him anymore. Sometimes killing a person is not as good as destroying his heart.
Let him suffer for the rest of his life!
"Killing this guy would dirty my hands, so I might as well get something out of him..."
Thinking of this, he increased the strength in his hands, making the man suffer terribly.
"You can live if you want, but your life must be worth it, otherwise what's the point of keeping you?" Feng Qingyang said sternly.
His whole body trembled. At this moment, he was like a drowning man who had grabbed a life-saving straw. He was surprised and stammered, "You... you really... you really won't kill me?"
"Why should I kill you?" Feng Qingyang shook his head secretly. Looking at the Maoshan official disciple who was so high-spirited before, he suddenly felt a little pity for him. However, this kind of self-righteous person is indeed too afraid of death and has no backbone at all.
"Tell me where the Zombie King's cave is, how many people from your Maoshan have come, and how many are leading the team... If you dare to lie to me... I will make you die miserably!" As he spoke, his white teeth reflected a cold light, and his eyes stared at him with extremely cold eyes.
He shuddered suddenly. At this moment, he was like a small person who was afraid of death. When he learned that there was hope of survival, he betrayed his master without hesitation.
When he told him everything, Feng Qingyang put all the treasures on him into his storage ring. Then he impatiently threw him aside, turned around, picked up the seriously injured demon wolf Xiaoyue, and jumped towards the direction of the valley he had been in before.
"I didn't expect that the Zombie King's Cave was actually in that valley. Fortunately, I left that place in advance, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous!"
Feng Qingyang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself, looking at the wolf demon in his arms, feeling anxious. He saw the wolf demon Xiaoyue whimpering with his eyes away, with blood at the corners of its mouth.
He restrained his breath and ran for dozens of miles, then found a secluded corner and put down the wolf in his arms.
"Xiao Yue, look, it's me who has implicated you again this time. After I heal your injuries, you should go by yourself. Don't stay with me!" For some reason, I felt uncomfortable after saying this.
Then he desperately urged the magic power in his body to flow into the body of the demon wolf Xiaoyue. Wolves, like zombies, are both yin creatures, so Feng Qingyang's magic power was just right to heal it.
With the influx of magic power, Xiao Yue's complexion obviously improved a lot, and his dull eyes became bright again.
"Let's go... Xiaoyue, don't follow me..."
After Xiaoyue recovered, Feng Qingyang quickly jumped forward without looking back, leaving a snow-white wolf standing there, looking so desolate and lonely.
"Based on my speed, I'm afraid I can catch up with them in less than a day. It's not dark yet, so I should find a place to heal myself first!"
As he spoke, he carefully found a secluded place and lay down quietly.
In the Death Mountains, in a remote and dark vineyard, a little zombie was grinning foolishly.
"I've made a fortune."
He was seen looking at the pile of talismans and other miscellaneous items in front of him with shining eyes. His expression was really hilarious.
"Magic Level Lightning Attraction Talisman"
"Magic Level Power Talisman"
"Magic Grade Fire Dragon Talisman"
"Countless talisman papers, brushes, and cinnabar."
Feng Qingyang muttered to himself excitedly, and suddenly found a palm-sized white jade box in the pile of talisman papers. The box was tightly clasped together, and there was a trace of light flowing on it.
“There’s a baby!”
When he opened it, he saw a finger-sized dark green pill lying inside. Immediately, a faint fragrance wafted to his face. Feng Qingyang took a deep breath and felt refreshed.
“Good things should be kept.”
"Tsk tsk tsk, luckily I took the initiative and didn't give Yida a chance to attack."
After reading these things, Feng Qingyang was secretly frightened. If he were bombarded by these magic-level talismans, even if he was extremely powerful, he would be blown into ashes.
"Then! It's my turn to come find you!"