Feng Qingyang cursed at the group of hypocritical gentlemen, but still took the jade slip with curiosity.
It feels cool and soft to the touch, and when I hold it in my palm, a piece of information automatically appears in my mind.
"I will arrange one of these ten people to patrol the mountain every day. You must seize the opportunity!"
There was a passage like this in the jade slip, and then the portraits of ten people appeared dimly, like a series of projections. This magical thing broadened Feng Qingyang's horizons.
After it was completed, the jade slip suddenly shook and turned into a red mark that was imprinted on Feng Qingyang's arm with a "swish".
It goes without saying that this red mark must have served as a surveillance and positioning function. If Feng Qingyang had not followed the old man's instructions to kill the ten people in the jade slip, he would have been found by the old man even if he had fled to the ends of the earth.
"Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles!" Feng Qingyang muttered to himself and glanced at the sky. It was already turning pale, so he jumped and found a hidden place to rest. If he wanted to kill someone, he must be in a very good spirit.
Time flies by like a white horse, passing through your fingers without you noticing. The days of cultivation are also so fast. When you are not paying attention, another day has passed.
Death Mountains. In the valley below the thousand-foot cliff, figures flashed by from time to time. They were either fast or slow, either alert or casual, with different expressions on their faces, but one thing in common was that they all seemed to have an innate arrogance in their eyes.
At the very edge of the valley, there was a dark figure hiding in the deep grass. His whole body was cold, without any warmth that a living person should have. There was even a poisonous snake coiled around him.
This person was Feng Qingyang. His eyes were looking around vigilantly. The messy weeds did not affect his vision at all. Night was the time when zombies were the strongest.
Using the same method as he used to kill Yixuan, Feng Qingyang once again crawled on the ground, preparing to lure one of them over by making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, and then kill him with a lightning-fast blow by surprise.
His zombie body was extremely hard, and the keratinous material all over his body covered his vital points like a thick layer of armor, its hardness comparable to that of magic weapons.
"Now I am only at the middle stage of corpse jumping, and my body strength is no less than a thousand pounds. If I can reach the peak of the middle stage of corpse jumping, I am afraid that my strength can reach five thousand pounds in one fell swoop!"
Feng Qingyang was thinking silently in the darkness, his long nails piercing into the soil. As long as he could get close to them, he would definitely tear them apart in an instant.
Swish!
In the dark valley, a young man flew towards Feng Qingyang's hiding place with a puzzled look on his face.
"Could it be that the elder has gone insane while practicing martial arts? Why did he ask me to come here in the middle of the night to look for some medicinal herbs? I am a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training, but I am being treated as an errand boy here. What a lie!"
He cursed as he descended from the air. Relying on his late Qi Refining cultivation level, he felt fearless and looked around the grass without a care in the world.
“Here it comes!”
Feng Qingyang was moved when he heard the footsteps. It seemed that the red mark really played a role in positioning. Feng Qingyang thought to himself that it was a bit funny to listen to the young man's mumbling.
"How stupid! Don't these cultivators have any common sense to be alert? They didn't ask you to come and get the herbs in the middle of the night. They asked you to die!"
Feng Qingyang circulated his magic power throughout his body and gently propped himself up as if he was about to pounce. As long as the other party came over, he would have to give him a thundering blow, otherwise he would be the only one to die if he alerted the enemy.
Twenty meters!
Ten meters!
Five meters!
Swish, swish, swish. At this moment, a strange sound suddenly appeared in the bushes. The young man was startled and seemed to be frightened. He shook his hand and held a long thin sword in it. He walked over slowly and vigilantly.
"Damn, have we been discovered?"
Feng Qingyang cursed inwardly, thinking that he had really failed on his first try. He was afraid that he would have to fight a tough battle.
call!
A strong wind blew out beside him, and before he could react, he saw a thick black snake flying straight towards the young man who had heard the sound. Its stretched body was like an arrow from the sky.
whoosh!
With a sound of breaking through the air, it shot straight into the young man's face. The snake arrived, but it was the first to spit out a poisonous mist, opened its big mouth and bit him.
"Hmph~"
The young man was frightened. He raised his sword and slashed at the black shadow that was rushing towards him with two slashes.
Originally, I thought I could cut the black snake in half with one sword, but I didn't know that the black snake had lived for who knows how many years and was almost developing intelligence and becoming a demon. When the sword light flew, the black snake curled up into a ball without panic, protecting the seven-inch position tightly. The thin sword chopped on its body, splashing dazzling sparks.
"Oh, a little snake demon wants to bite me. You can't blame me if you want to die. I'll just kill you to satisfy my hunger."
A sinister smile appeared on his face, and a piece of red talisman paper appeared in his hand and flicked at the black snake with a whoosh.
boom!
As expected, this simple and easy-to-draw talisman was the fire talisman of the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect. With a bang, it wrapped the black snake in a sea of fire.
It sounds slow, but the whole thing happened in just a moment.
When the young man played the fire talisman, Feng Qingyang moved.
Like a ferocious beast that had been lurking for a long time, it appeared beside the young man with tremendous force in a short moment. Before he could even react, it grabbed his head with one hand, twisted it hard, and separated his body!
It was bloody, fast, and incredibly fast, and the young man even had a hideous grin of a burning snake on his face.
Gurgle, the head rolled far away.
Feng Qingyang took a deep breath and looked at the headless corpse that was still twitching from time to time, his eyes full of indifference.
He had never killed anyone, or even beaten anyone, and his heart was absolutely pure and kind. But such a person broke someone's neck in a short moment, reaping a fresh life with his own hands.
"If you don't die, then I will die, so you are the only one who will go to hell!"
Feng Qingyang said silently in his heart, he didn't know when it started, he had become cold towards life, maybe it was affected by the zombie body, maybe... it was because of this world where the strong prey on the weak!
"Yes, you are quite quick, but you must destroy the body as soon as possible!"
The old man's voice still echoed in Feng Qingyang's mind.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang picked up the corpse on the ground obediently like a good baby, dug a big hole and buried it on the spot.
"Old man, don't let me escape, or I will drink your blood!"
Feng Qingyang hated the people of Maoshan so much. He met three elders in a row, but all three wanted to kill him. Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang felt that he had a bad temper in his heart that he could not swallow. The only way to relieve his hatred was to destroy Maoshan.
His face was gloomy and he jumped away with a whoosh. It was true that he killed one person every ten steps and left no trace in a thousand miles!
"Just wait, in three years I will wipe out your entire family!"