When I jumped to the outskirts of the valley, the mountain was already pitch black...
The Death Mountains seemed particularly heavy that night. The monsters that usually hunted at midnight were all silent and secretive. The night sky was like a large coffin lid turned upside down on the earth. It was silent and dead!
Feng Qingyang was feeling particularly depressed. For some reason, his calm heart was a little flustered tonight, as if some crisis was about to happen. He quietly hid in a natural tree hole above the valley, and the Taiyin Sutra slowly absorbed the Yin energy in the world.
"I thought you had run away, but you were wise. If you had come back half an hour later, you would have been scared to death!"
Feng Qingyang was startled when he heard such an old and vicious voice suddenly coming from behind him.
Looking back, he saw that the old man who asked him to hunt down the Maoshan disciples had been standing behind him without him noticing, and his old eyes could not hide the brilliance emanating from his body.
"How could I possibly leave like this before I get your Ning Yin Pearl?" Feng Qingyang snorted in his heart but said without changing his expression.
The old man flicked his whisk, and a huge amount of magic power surged out and tightly entangled Feng Qingyang. His old face looked a little ferocious, and he said without comment: "You'd better not have any evil thoughts!"
With a casual wave of his hand, Feng Qingyang was thrown and hit a big tree that was so big that three people could hug it. The tree swayed and made a crackling sound.
Bang!
Feng Qingyang fell to the ground like a dead dog.
Without waiting for Feng Qingyang to say anything, he continued, "You are like an ant in my hands. If I crush you to death, my hands will be dirty."
Feng Qingyang jumped up with a gloomy face. He was already filled with rage in his heart, but he knew that if he made the old man unhappy, he would be dead.
His casual flick before had dislocated all the bones in his body. The strength of a late-stage foundation-building master was indeed unfathomable. Feng Qingyang secretly became more cautious, with no expression on his calm face. He said, "Don't worry, I still know myself!"
"Humph! At midnight, I will find an excuse to send two of my disciples here. You'd better be prepared. Don't let me collect your body!"
The old man casually threw down a red talisman, snorted coldly, and flew away into the air.
After he disappeared in the control, Feng Qingyang could no longer control the anger in his heart. He turned around and punched the big tree behind him that three people could hug.
Boom!
The big tree shook, and the uncle who was as hard as steel was blasted with a big hole in it.
"Don't give me a chance to turn things around, old man!"
However, it would be better to find a place to hide at this moment. Feng Qingyang looked at the talisman paper on the ground, his eyes lit up, and he immediately picked it up.
I saw the word "Ding" written in red blood on it, and there were incomprehensible patterns all around it. Unconsciously, Feng Qingyang was deeply attracted to it.
"Magic-level spell—immobilization spell!"
Feng Qingyang was delighted. With this curse, the chances of hunting would increase several times.
"This old man seems a little impatient, he is even willing to give me this talisman!"
Feng Qingyang didn't bother to care what his conspiracy was. If it was up to him, then just kill them! The more people die, the better!
Feng Qingyang jumped up on the spot like an eagle spreading its wings. With two crackling sounds, his dislocated bones were immediately corrected to their original positions. After looking around, Feng Qingyang quietly hid in the tree hole again.
Not long after, Feng Qingyang vaguely heard a faint voice coming from the air. Feng Qingyang's expression became serious. This time he was facing two cultivators in the late Qi Refining stage at the same time, and he felt a lot of pressure.
"If you don't go to hell, then I will go to hell, so you must go to hell!"
The voice was heard coming from far away, and two sounds of breaking through the air were heard. Two young disciples appeared on the ground. They had faces as white as jade and were extremely handsome, but their eyes were full of arrogance.
Feng Qingyang circulated his magical power throughout his body and at the same time held the talisman in his hand. At this moment, he had reached the peak and was only one chance away from delivering a fatal blow.
The two who landed looked around nonchalantly, casually flicked out a fire talisman and sat on the ground. Like magic, they took out a pot of wine and two roasted chickens from their respective storage bags and ate them heartily, completely unaware that the crisis had befallen them.
“Good opportunity!”
Seeing that the two of them were so absorbed in eating, Feng Qingyang moved!
Just like a cheetah in the dark, his aura was firmly locked on the two people in the field. His speed was so fast that even his shadow could not be seen. When he appeared the next moment, he was less than five meters away from the two people who were eating and drinking.
"oops!"
The cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining were already quite powerful, and were one level higher than Feng Qingyang. The perceptions of the two were extremely sharp, and they sensed Feng Qingyang's movements the moment he moved.
They rolled on the ground to avoid Feng Qingyang's attack, and then they flew into the air with a whoosh. They looked at the black shadow on the ground in horror. When they saw it clearly, they were both stunned at the same time, and then they laughed.
One of them was obviously very angry. He held his stomach and looked at Feng Qingyang on the ground for a long time without saying a word, his eyes full of contempt.
"Laugh at me?"
Feng Qingyang snorted coldly. They were not hanging too high in the air. Feng Qingyang watched as he exerted force with his feet and jumped up with a whoosh. His speed was countless times faster than before.
"Come down!"
Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, his arm muscles bulging. As a mid-stage corpse jumper, his strength was no less than several thousand pounds. One of the men could not dodge in time and was grabbed by Feng Qingyang.
Boom!
He fell headfirst and was hit hard on the ground by Feng Qingyang, with his round head deeply embedded in the soil.
Feng Qingyang was in a dominant position and showed no mercy to the cultivators who cultivated their magic powers in pursuit of immortality. Their bodies were extremely weak and they were caught red-handed by Feng Qingyang at this moment. There was no way for them to survive.
Feng Qingyang shouted again, and without waiting for the man in the mud to struggle, he grabbed his legs and turned them 360 degrees.
There was a crack and at the same time a scream was heard.
I saw that his legs were broken at the waist, and two white bones pierced through the flesh, looking so horrifying.
"Demon, die!"
Another Maoshan disciple in the air looked at the miserable state of his fellow disciples below, his eyes wide open with anger. A flying sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he pointed his finger lightly, and the flying sword whistled towards Feng Qingyang.
"Huh? So fast!"
I originally thought that my speed was fast enough, but compared to this flying sword, it was much weaker.
“Swish!”
The flying sword went straight through his right shoulder without any pause.
"Ah! How powerful! The flying sword that can take the enemy's head from a thousand miles away is indeed worthy of its reputation." Feng Qingyang sighed inwardly.
At this moment, he has lost the initiative. If he continues to fight with Sky's disciples, he will be the only one who suffers. At this moment, he can no longer care about so many things. The most important thing is to save his own life.
"Beast, where are you escaping to!" Seeing Feng Qingyang trying to escape, the Maoshan disciple in the air shouted angrily and waved his hands. The flying sword in the air spun around and stabbed towards Feng Qingyang with a swish.
"Shit, are you going to keep pestering me?" Feng Qingyang cried out inwardly, the flying sword was too fast, he had no time to dodge, and was stabbed again when he was caught off guard.
Fortunately, neither of the two swords hit his vitals, but two large holes were torn in his shoulders, with bright red flesh and blood protruding outside, looking extremely terrifying.
"You beast, are you the one who killed my disciple?" At this time, a burst of roar came from the distance again. Feng Qingyang turned around and saw bursts of light in the air, rushing straight towards him. The person leading the group was the old man who ordered him to kill people.
"Oh no! We've been discovered!"