With a loud shout, he jumped up and slapped down again. This time, he used at least half of his strength.
There was a loud bang, and the earth shook again, followed by a hissing sound, as if something was shattered in an instant. However, all this was no longer important to Feng Qingyang who had already gone berserk.
He just let out his anger, one palm after another. After an unknown amount of time, he finally came to his senses and looked at the messy scene in front of him with some surprise.
"What's wrong with me?"
He muttered to himself, it seemed that the stronger he became, the more bloodlust and irritability he felt. Thinking of this, a bad idea suddenly arose in his mind.
That is about the future growth of zombies. It seems that zombies are divided into two cultivation systems. One is that the stronger they are, the more warlike and bloodthirsty they are; the other is that they become closer to humans.
There are not many zombies that have survived the ancient and pre-ancient times. Even if there are, they are only the lowest-level puppets. Some slightly stronger zombies will become close to humans after they have successfully cultivated.
Although he is still despised, at least he can survive. However, Feng Qingyang's current condition is very similar to that of the fighting lineage, which is a kind of fighting talent.
The stronger they are, the more warlike they are. They almost completely go against the will of heaven and never follow the will of heaven.
"That zombie king seems to be from the fighting lineage!" Feng Qingyang murmured to himself, recalling the scene where he was wiped out by the heavenly calamity and eventually died.
Although the fighting lineage is strong, they are all miserable. The natural tribulations they suffer are even more severe than those of the lineage close to humans. After surviving them, their strength will be enhanced, but if they fail, they will surely die.
His eyes flashed as he looked towards the place where the mad suppression had taken place before. When the last wisp of dust dissipated with the breeze, the scene that appeared instantly shocked his eyes.
"How... How is it possible..."
He stammered, saying that he had experienced countless life-and-death pursuits since his debut, and had always lived on the edge of life and death, but even so, he had never been so surprised.
Unless he encountered a cultivator who had just reached a higher level, the man in green robes could not see his cultivation level at all. Moreover, even if he was very powerful, he would be crushed to pieces if he did not dodge or defend himself and endured such a fierce attack from Feng Qingyang. At least he would be injured!
However, the man in green robe did not look injured at all at this moment, and even his expression did not change at all, as if everything Feng Qingyang had done before was just a joke.
"Impossible... Even if that's the case, he'll at least be injured!"
Feng Qingyang thought so. The man in green robe was still riding on a monster beast. Not only was he fine, but even the monster beast had no reaction at all. Apart from the coldness, there was no other breath on its body.
"Is he dead?"
With a thought in his mind, he immediately withdrew his magic power and lost his previous impulsiveness. He quietly moved forward and tentatively moved to the side. This time he no longer carried the man on his back, but looked at him.
Sure enough, the moment he moved, the man also began to move quickly, as if floating in the air. With just a slight sway, he caught up with Feng Qingyang's footsteps.
"As expected..." he said slightly, and then his whole body shook, and he suddenly flashed quickly. The force he erupted in that instant was unprecedented, and it happened almost in the blink of an eye.
"Where can you escape to!"
When he appeared again, he came to the top of the green-robed man's head. He used his magic power without hesitation, and then the pitcher covered him with a palm.
The magic surged and instantly turned into the size of a millstone. It came down with a roar, like a rolling divine thunder rising from the ground. The powerful palm wind even caused cracks in the ground below.
"Boom..."
The huge hand pressed down, and the ground within a radius of several feet with him as the center suddenly trembled, turned into ashes and disappeared into the sky and earth. The ground sank again, revealing a large palm-sized pit.
With a whistling sound, Feng Qingyang pressed down from the air. In front of his stunned eyes, he actually penetrated the body of the man in green robe. At the moment when the two met, it felt like he had hit a pool of clear water.
With a swish, Feng Qingyang passed through his body and stood not far from him. At this moment, the man in green robe also turned around and looked at him straight.
Feng Qingyang felt a chill down his spine, thinking to himself that maybe he had seen a ghost. He forced himself to calm down, activated his magic power, and immediately activated his "Copper Skin and Iron Bones" and transformed into a man in black armor.
His blood-red hair fluttered freely, and he emanated an aura that was unrivaled in the world. Looking at the man in green robe who was so close to him, Feng Qingyang was speechless.
After a long silence, he said, "I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know who you are. I hope you don't follow me anymore, otherwise, I will do everything I can to kill you!"
The voice was sonorous and powerful, without showing any weakness. In fact, the moment when it penetrated his body, Feng Qingyang had already understood that this was not a person at all, but a projection.
To be able to do this, one must be at least a great Jindan realm giant. This is the sixth level of the Shura battlefield. Feng Qingyang can never find such a powerful person again. There is only one, and that is the Shura King!
The only king in the Shura battlefield, equivalent to the Shura King who is at the Golden Core Realm of human cultivators!
After finishing speaking, Feng Qingyang turned and left, leaving behind the scars all over the ground, silently telling the previous scenes. The lingering sound echoed in the sky, as if just as Feng Qingyang said, no matter who you are, as long as you piss me off, I can still knock you down in minutes.
However, just as he turned around, a burst of laughter suddenly came from behind him. There was no murderous intent in that voice, just a pure smile.
"Youth are to be feared, youth are to be feared! For countless years, apart from the arrogant him, you are the first person who dares to speak to me like this."
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang suddenly turned around and looked back at the man in green robe, only to see that the numbness on his face was no longer there, but a faint smile.
This smile is neither a sneer nor a mockery, it is just a smile, and from it, one seems to be able to feel a deep sense of nostalgia.
"The old man is gone. Even if he is powerful, he will still die one day. Boy, are you here to inherit his legacy?"
The man in green robe spoke slowly, then a trace of memory appeared on his face and he looked up at the sky.
"My friend, do you think he did what you wanted?"
Just as he finished speaking, several buzzing sounds suddenly sounded in the sky, as if responding to his words.
"Boy, don't guess, I am the Shura King of the sixth floor. However, what you saw is just a projection of me. If you want to find me, you have to rely on your own ability. After all, I am still waiting for you to rescue me!"
After saying this, his body began to sway, as if he would disappear at any moment.
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