"Why?"
Feng Qingyang murmured to himself, his eyes suddenly looking into the distance. At this moment, many memories suddenly appeared in his mind. It seemed that he had heard this sentence more than once.
Maybe he had asked others why, just like he had asked Zhu Xuezhu about the Dark Night Ghost Market that day, and he had asked Qian Duoduo about the City Lord's Mansion in Guiyuan City.
What's more, he also asked himself, why... why, it seemed that every time it had nothing to do with him, but he or she had given everything for each other, even giving up their lives!
"Perhaps, this is my principle and my way! My way of protection!"
Feng Qingyang opened his mouth slowly, and suddenly, a strong wind blew in the void, and the sound of drums became louder and louder, instantly blowing Feng Qingyang's words away in the sky and earth.
I don’t know if I heard it clearly, or maybe I didn’t hear it clearly!
However, at this moment, murderous intent burst out from the eyes of Feng Qingyang and the Great Witch Saint at the same time. Feng Qingyang knew that the Great Witch Saint had heard his previous answer.
The roar of drums sounded like thunder in the sky. Endless lightning emerged from the void, seemingly with the power to destroy everything. The righteous spirit that kept swirling around, and the roaring divine thunder, all deeply shook Feng Qingyang's heart at this moment.
To be precise, it was stimulating his heart!
Feng Qingyang was no longer silent. The Yue Shang Bow shook and trembled, and at this moment it seemed to have its own intelligence. Faintly, it seemed to feel the Yue Shang Bow's excitement, which was a kind of desire.
Longing for battle, and also longing for blood!
Feng Qingyang's heart moved slightly, and he loosened his fingertips and aimed at the huge bubble between the two of them. Finally, he stopped hesitating and took the first step, because he knew that they were fighting to the death.
The moment he killed the Great Witch Saint, he had completely stood on the side of the Wuzhen tribe, while the Great Witch Saint Girl, or the will of the Zombie King on the other side, became his enemy.
His eyes closed and then opened in an instant. At that moment, a strange light flashed in his eyes. His left eye turned blood red, while his right eye was clear. It seemed like two different eyes, but they appeared on the same person.
"The left eye is a zombie, the right eye is a human!"
He sighed helplessly and shook his head. He had no way out. Even if he did, it would only be a bitterness that would not disappear.
The string moved, and the Yueshang Arrow cut through the sky. At this moment, it did not fly straight away, but instead spun around in the void, as if automatically accumulating even more powerful energy.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang felt slightly happy. He could clearly feel that the Yueshang Bow seemed to have developed intelligence, and looking at the flight trajectory of the Yueshang Arrow, he could feel that all this was explained silently.
However, it didn't take long for Feng Qingyang's surprise to turn into depression and helplessness. After such a long time, the Yueshang Arrow still didn't hit the bubble, but instead circled around it.
Feng Qingyang's face turned dark in an instant, like a piece of charcoal. Just when he was about to go berserk, the Yueshang bow in his hand seemed to tremble slightly, and then the spinning Yueshang arrow suddenly shot towards the Great Witch Saint unexpectedly.
It was not until this moment that Feng Qingyang understood the meaning of his previous actions!
The light streaked across the sky, leaving behind a bright little tail. Between the flashes of light, it instantly arrived in front of the Great Witch Saint. At the critical moment, she just blinked, and the Moon Sorrow Arrow suddenly made a mournful cry, and then flew back into Feng Qingyang's hand with a whoosh.
"sharp!"
He let out a low cry and leaned forward. Without any pause, he flew forward in an instant and quickly approached the huge bubble. At this moment, the bubble was already huge and boundless. Under the moonlight, it looked like a star that had fallen into the mortal world.
However, Feng Qingyang still tried his best. As he was flying, his body changed rapidly. The 'copper skin and iron bones' that had been hidden before began to operate crazily. He pressed down on the bubble with his palm.
The black room flickered and was surrounded by countless lightning bolts. When he passed through the bubble, a shocking explosion came from behind him. In an instant, countless spots of light appeared in the sky and earth.
It was like a meteor shower, but the light spots were extremely heavy. They fell to the ground and created bottomless pits.
Just as he penetrated, the Great Witch Saint in the distance gently pursed her lips, and a bubble flew out again, but this time it was not as swaying as the previous one, but contained an oppressive force.
Feng Qingyang was very familiar with this oppressive force. It seemed to be the control over the void, the ability to manipulate the gravity within it, or perhaps a trace of the rules.
Looking at the bubbles flying towards him, he was silent for a while. Suddenly, he raised his right hand, put up two fingers, and drew a line at the sky. That stroke was like a sword cutting through the sky. As it fell, the bubbles burst instantly.
Seeing the bubbles of the Great Witch Saint in front of him and the cheers of the Wuzhen tribe behind him, it seemed that at the moment when the Great Witch Saint died, did the saint feel a touch of sadness and desolation in her heart
Feng Qingyang was speechless. This was race, the collision of two different beliefs. If they couldn't merge perfectly, then they could only grow in blood and tears.
If he dies, the people of the Wuzhen tribe, who have completely offended the Great Wutian tribe, will be subjected to a crazy bloodbath, and perhaps the balance of victory will gradually tilt towards the will of the Zombie King.
However, when Feng Qingyang appeared, the balance was broken. He did not stand where he should have stood, but came to the opposite side. When he beheaded the Great Witch Saint, he suddenly felt as if his heart was broken, as if he had killed his relatives with his own hands.
But he cannot regret it, he has already made his choice, and once he has made the choice, he must bear the sorrow that comes with the consequence.
Either he gives up, but he will be the one to die. Now that things have come to this, he has no choice but to fight. At this moment, he is no longer fighting for the people of Wuzhen tribe, but for his own survival!
"Originally, we were not going to start a war, you know!" A soft sigh came from the front from the Great Witch Saint. She seemed to be talking to herself, or perhaps to Feng Qingyang.
"Starting a war now will only result in more casualties, and may even end up with one side being completely destroyed." After a pause, the Great Witch Saint continued. Her face was indifferent, and her words sounded particularly light and ethereal, as if she were a fairy who was not of this world.
"But if we don't start a war, this hatred will continue. By then, the ground will no longer be covered with bones, but blood that will never solidify."
Feng Qingyang's voice was suddenly filled with fatigue. At this moment, he thought of a lot of things. He thought that he seemed to be a zombie, a zombie that everyone wanted to kill.
After leaving this secret realm, he will return to the world of cultivation, where perhaps he will be the Great Witch Clan in the eyes of the people of Wuzhen Tribe. However, in the world of cultivation, he is not as powerful as those of the Great Witch Clan. On the contrary, he is the enemy of everyone in the world.
He couldn't guarantee that his friends wouldn't stab him in the back.
This is a war between two races, but it has already begun here in advance.