The more anxious you are, the worse things seem to be heading.
When he was ascending, a loud shout suddenly came from behind him, and at the same time, an icy and chilly air instantly spread out, enveloping him in a whistling manner.
"Where are you going? Stay here and die!" His voice was rough and his arrogance was self-evident. Countless sword lights flashed, as if to cut through the heavens. The sword energy was rampant, and there was a momentum to sweep the world.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang laughed, this sword energy was somewhat familiar to him, it seemed to be someone from one of the ten major sects. After he pulled away and dodged, he turned around and immediately smiled. He didn't know this person, but he recognized the clothes on his body, he was from the ten major sects.
"Aren't you looking for death?" Feng Qingyang laughed, and with a slight shake, he suddenly appeared beside him. Before he could react at all, he picked him up with one hand.
“You… you are… you are the Red Devil… you…” When he recognized Feng Qingyang, his soul was almost scared out of his body. He had planned everything, but he didn’t expect that the person he attacked would be the notorious Red Devil Feng Qingyang.
At this moment, he was so scared that he was stuttering and unable to speak. If he had not sensed the murderous intent from Feng Qingyang, he would have been frightened to death.
Even if he attacked someone by surprise, he would not want to encounter this evil star. Others might still have the idea of escaping, but in his hands, they could forget about it. Moreover, the grudge between Feng Qingyang and the ten major sects was well known. It would definitely not be easy for them to fall into his hands.
Sure enough, just when he was afraid, Feng Qingyang suddenly smiled, opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. His kind eyes turned into a crescent moon at this moment, seemingly brilliant, but actually extremely weird.
"Tell me, what is this place? Where are the others? Where are the people from the Great Witch Clan? If you tell me, I can let you go. If you don't, you know what will happen." During the conversation, he suddenly showed his pair of fangs. Although the sky was gray, it could not block the cold light on it.
Hearing this, the young man felt as if he had been pardoned and he breathed a sigh of relief. His body suddenly felt lighter, and then he heard a loud roar. He looked up and saw Feng Qingyang bending over and looking at him with a smile.
"I'll tell you... I'll tell you... I'll tell you everything." She stuttered and almost started crying. In panic, she didn't care about her loss of composure. She stood up and told Feng Qingyang everything. At the end, she raised her hands high and swore an oath.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang smiled again, waved his hand, and knocked him to the ground with a palm. It was not that he didn't want to kill him, but he felt that it was still useful to keep this man.
"If what he said is true, then the land of the Wu Clan is currently in chaos..." He muttered to himself, his eyes sweeping across the sky, and no one knew what he was thinking.
It turns out that the land of the Wu tribe is not as monolithic as the Wuzhen tribe, but is divided into three large tribes. Although they are all members of the Great Wu tribe, they are often at war with each other.
This is not a feud, but it is just the way it is. The Great Witch Clan is warlike, and this is an unchangeable fact. Therefore, when the people from the ten major sects entered, nine out of ten of those who were teleported in had already died. Ultimately, it was because they were too weak.
The remaining disciples gathered together and chose a secret place to rest and recuperate, preparing to get through this difficult six months. As long as they made it, they would be able to return to the world of cultivation.
Recently, there have been frequent vibrations in this place, thus alarming the disciples of the ten major sects hiding in the dark. Unfortunately, this young man was the one who came out for patrol today, and he also ran into Feng Qingyang.
"You are just an unlucky guy." Feng Qingyang stepped forward, picked him up, then looked in a direction and ran forward quickly.
He was not running around. Instead, he looked in a certain direction and learned from the unlucky guy that the few remaining disciples were gathered there, and the same was true for wind, thunder, rain and lightning.
As a result, he became more and more anxious. If the people of Wuzhen tribe had not entered yet, he might be relieved, but now is a period of full-scale war, and I am afraid that their hiding place is not so safe.
Halfway through his run, he suddenly stopped, and without thinking, he suddenly punched behind him. There was a loud bang, and his flesh and blood were immediately destroyed, splattering his face with blood.
He reached out his hand and wiped his face. When he saw the blood, he suddenly became angry. He threw the man on his shoulder to the ground, looked at the void behind him, and shouted: "Come out, who did it?"
Just as he roared, the void began to shake rapidly, like ripples spreading out, and two ferocious men jumped out from it, with murderous aura, green faces and fangs. It was obvious that they must be pure members of the Great Witch Clan.
"Who are you?"
Hearing this, the two people from the Celestial Clan looked at each other and burst into laughter, as if they were extremely satisfied with Feng Qingyang. Then they took out an ancient scroll, opened it, and pointed at him again, laughing at the same time.
"Yes, it's him. He's the one the clan leader is looking for."
After a pause, he continued, "We didn't dare to go over when the dangerous mountain range collapsed. We didn't expect that the stupid people from the Wuzhen tribe would come and kill us. They were really looking for death!"
The two of them kept muttering to themselves, not taking Feng Qingyang seriously at all. Even though one of them had been beaten to death by him before, they still seemed not to care. Feng Qingyang also held his temper and stood there looking at them with interest.
"Wumeng, Wuduo! Come with us!" Not long after, the two of them looked up at Feng Qingyang at the same time, their tone casual but with an irresistible meaning.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang laughed, and this time he laughed even happier than before. He knew, of course, that the person in the scroll was himself. Although he was confused, he didn't care.
Here, as long as he doesn't encounter any super powerful people, he can still sweep everything, unless he wants to meet someone like the Great Witch Saint. But now he is also depressed. Since there are three major tribes in the land of the Wuwu Clan, there must be more than one saint sons and saint daughters, at least six or seven, or even more.
Thinking of this, he immediately suppressed his contempt. He did not break through and enter the black zombie state, so he had no spiritual consciousness. But even so, his consciousness was still very strong. As it spread out, it instantly covered the void of several feet in radius.
When he noticed that there was no other aura, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the two stupid-looking people from the Great Wutian Clan in front of him, and asked with interest: "Who are you? Why should I go with you?"
"Because I am your uncle Wumeng." As he spoke, one of the two men suddenly jumped out. Although he had a green face and fangs, he looked honest and cute.
"Oh? Then try to see if you can take me away!" Feng Qingyang smiled again. It turned out that these two were idiots. He thought to himself, wondering why there were such people in the land of the Witch Clan.
"You are looking for death, so don't blame me for being rude." Wu Meng said again, then raised his fist and punched straight at him.
"You are the one seeking death, not me!"