As the saying goes, when the bird is dead, the bow is put away. Although Feng Qingyang couldn't figure out the old man's mind, seeing that he was coming with such a fierce look, he must be going to kill to silence him.
The people in the sky arrived in an instant. Each of them had a hideous and ferocious look. How could they look like righteous people at all
The old man in the lead had a face full of anger. Before anyone arrived, he stretched out his hand first. His palm grew bigger in the wind and instantly covered the sky and the sun. The violent fluctuations of magic power locked onto Feng Qingyang.
If this palm strikes down, Feng Qingyang will probably be beaten into meat paste in an instant. The cultivation level of those in the late stage of foundation building is unfathomable, and they are all great figures with overwhelming power.
The palm slowly pressed down, and the enormous pressure made Feng Qingyang's whole body creak. His legs were stiff and could not bend. At this moment, he was like a stretched sword, being slowly pressed into the soil by the palm.
"Old man, is this your revenge for me? You asked me to help you kill someone, and now you want to kill me?"
Feng Qingyang was anxious, he had already seen the murderous intent in the old man's eyes, and was afraid that there was another hidden secret. He knew at a glance that this time it was not a lie, and he really wanted to kill him.
"Shut up!"
The old man shouted angrily, and his face changed when he heard Feng Qingyang's words. He slapped the ground with his hand. Feng Qingyang was furious and thought to himself, is he going to die here in such a miserable way
But at the critical moment, a force wrapped around him and instantly freed him from the lock of the palm, fixing him in mid-air.
Feng Qingyang secretly sighed to himself, feeling that he was unlucky. He was not strong now, and anyone who jumped out could grab him and bully him. It is said that even a clay Buddha can get angry. After this, no matter how patient Feng Qingyang was, he could not bear it anymore.
He exerted force on his body, and his body in mid-air shook. He managed to break free from the invisible strange force and fell to the ground.
"If you are unkind, then I will be unjust. At worst, both sides will be destroyed. Kill one person as a scapegoat, and if you kill two, it's a profit!"
After Feng Qingyang landed, he didn't even look at the people in the sky. He held the character Ding tightly in his hand, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the Maoshan disciple who had stabbed him with a flying sword.
"Kill one first!"
The murderous intent suddenly arose in his mind, and the character "定" was swung out instantly.
"Hurry up and get what you want!"
The talisman paper turned into a big "Ding" which firmly intimidated the disciple holding the flying sword. Feng Qingyang didn't care about anything else and circulated his magic power all over his body. He appeared in front of him with a swish sound. Without thinking, he grabbed his head and twisted it.
"Puff!" Blood shot up into the sky, and the late Qi Refining Maoshan disciple died. It all happened so fast, almost in an instant. When everyone came to their senses, Feng Qingyang had already twisted off the disciple's head.
I saw the headless corpse lying on the ground, twitching from time to time, and the eyes of the severed head were full of disbelief, and had lost their luster.
"The evil creature is seeking death!"
There was a loud shout from the sky, and they all landed in unison, surrounding Feng Qingyang in the center. With this kind of situation, he couldn't fly out even if he had wings.
A group of disciples glared at each other, but no one dared to take action. At this moment, Feng Qingyang was like a demon. His handsome face now looked a little ferocious. A lion would use all its strength to fight a rabbit, let alone a tiny ant like him.
"Everyone says that the people of Maoshan are a group of righteous people, but in my opinion, they are just a bunch of tigers, wolves, jackals and leopards, doing shameful things under the guise of exorcising demons. What are you looking at? I'm talking about you! You old thing actually played dirty tricks on me!"
Feng Qingyang stared at the old man who was leading the group with cold eyes and couldn't stop laughing.
"Even if I die today, I will take more people with me!" Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth and was ready to fight to the death.
"Get out of the way." At this time the crowd began to riot, and a white-haired old man came towards them. His old eyes were shining, and he seemed to want to see through Feng Qingyang, but he was disappointed, because there was only anger in Feng Qingyang's eyes at this moment.
"My name is Wuchenzi, you can call me Master Wuchen. Were all my disciples killed by you?" His tone was calm, without any emotion.
Feng Qingyang's mind was turning. He had already smelled a different scent from his words.
“Could it be that they are up to something?”
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang deliberately did not answer, but turned his head and looked meaningfully at the old man who threatened him to kill.
"Don't worry about him, you just need to answer my questions. If you satisfy me, not only will I not kill you, I will also give you an opportunity." Master Wu Chen said softly, with a calm face, as if he didn't care at all.
"As expected, hehe! Since you want to use me as a swordsman, don't blame me."
"Yes, I killed him, but it was all ordered by that old man. The character in my hand was given by him."
The crowd went wild after hearing these words. They looked at Feng Qingyang in surprise. How could a mid-stage jumping corpse kill a cultivator who was in the late stage of Qi Refining and could fly
"You beast, stop spitting blood at me."
"Shut up, I'll settle the score with you later, Elder Li Yun!"
It turns out that the old man was called Li Yun, another person with the surname Li. No one knew what his relationship was with Li Xiao and Li Qingfeng.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang was more certain of his guess and said, "Without his cooperation, I would not be able to kill the Maoshan disciple in the late stage of Qi Refining. If I don't kill him, I will have to be killed. In the end, I am just being used as a swordsman."
"Are you serious?"
"really!"
"You guys follow me." Wuchen Zhenren looked at Li Yun deeply, walked over, lifted Feng Qingyang's shoulders, and flew into the sky, leaving a group of Maoshan disciples staring at each other in confusion.
"Hmph!" Li Yun's eyes were as gloomy as water. He snorted coldly, waved his sleeves and followed.
Listening to the whistling sound coming from his ears, Fengqin Yang's furious heart also calmed down. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, only strength matters. If you have strength, you can do anything.
When I opened my eyes again, the surrounding scene had changed. In the corner of the valley, an ancient and desolate palace sat upright at the bottom of the valley.
“Bang!”
Master Wuchen let go of his hand, and Feng Qingyang fell straight down from mid-air. Fortunately, his strong body was not broken, but when he landed, he was still embarrassed by the powerful recoil force.
"Fuck you, are all of you in Maoshan such a heartless and ungrateful bunch?"
Feng Qingyang pointed at the people in the sky and shouted.
"Shut up!" Master Wu Chen shouted angrily, and flicked his hand casually. A flash of golden light hit Feng Qingyang's body, and he immediately stammered and couldn't speak.
After everyone descended from the clouds, Feng Qingyang finally came to his senses. He turned around and looked at the ancient and desolate palace in front of him. Unconsciously, he was yearning for it, and the strong voice of calling became even stronger.
However, this entire hall only has one entrance. Behind the hall, it seems like there is a whirlpool, and a layer of chaotic air is blocking their way forward.
"Zombie King Liu Wuji's cave has nine floors in total. It is said that the ninth floor contains the most important treasure of his life. If we can obtain it, our Maoshan Zhengtian Sect will surely become the leader of the righteous path in one fell swoop!"
Wuchen Zhenren looked at everyone, then mentioned Feng Qingyang who had transformed and said, "After all, you killed my disciple. You can escape the death penalty, but you can't escape the punishment of life. To open the Zombie King Cave, we need a little zombie like you who is intelligent. Go fill in the eye of the formation!"
As he said this, his vicious look appeared, he grabbed him and threw him into the vortex of chaotic air.
"You old bastard!" Feng Qingyang cursed, but was thrown into the formation before he could finish.
Boom! Suddenly, there was a strong wind, thunder and lightning in the valley, and the chaotic energy suddenly stopped flowing.
"All disciples, follow me in~"