His face remained silent, and he clearly felt a powerful thought sweeping over him. If his guess was correct, it must be an old monster with the Golden Core Stage!
"Yes... yes." Wu Duo trembled at the look in his eyes and said in a trembling voice. Then he and Wu Meng found a corner, leaned against each other and stopped talking.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang was silent for a moment, then he raised his hand and shone with light again. Rays of spiritual light flashed and poured into the void around him. For a moment, the entire barrier was strengthened again.
Like a drop of water in the ocean, a grain of sand in the desert, he disappeared into it, restraining all breath and lurking in it. His eyes were like lightning, sweeping the void.
Suddenly, a green light flashed by, and Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank. He was very familiar with that figure, which was exactly the same as the Great Witch Saint Son, but the aura on his body was much stronger than that of an ordinary Saint Son.
"Who is he?" Feng Qingyang stepped forward, picked up Wu Duo as if he was catching a chicken, and pointed at the green figure in the distant sky.
Wu Duo raised his head and was shocked when he saw him. His entire face turned pale. He looked at Feng Qingyang with difficulty and said, "He... He is another elder of Bu Luo, and he is a famous elder who kills people."
"Kill the Great Elder?" Feng Qingyang pondered, staring at him intently without moving his eyes. Just as he was watching, the green figure that flew out of the sky suddenly turned back.
As if he sensed the unusualness of this place, he returned to his original position with a whoosh, and immediately looked towards Feng Qingyang's position with his eyes as fast as lightning. At that moment, he felt that he was seen through by him.
"Good guy, he is indeed a ruthless character." Feng Qingyang muttered to himself, but he became serious. This time he really saw his appearance.
Unlike the ordinary green-faced and fanged monsters, on the contrary, he had a hint of kindness, but between his brows there was an extremely solemn murderous aura, which was caused by too much killing. Just a simple glance was enough to determine his character.
Qie's eyes were cold, staring straight at Feng Qingyang, as if he had discovered him. At this moment, Feng Qingyang was also extremely nervous. He restrained his breathing and strengthened the concealment ability of the barrier.
If the art of formation had not been lost, he would have been discovered long ago. After all, there are very few people in the world of cultivation who know the art of formation, so few that they can be counted on one hand, and their formations are all inferior.
However, the formation that Feng Qingyang had used before was the famous Coiling Snake Barrier in "The Art of Formation". As the name suggests, it was cold and ruthless, just like a poisonous snake coiled on the ground, concealing all breath.
As the two looked at each other, the so-called Great Elder snorted coldly, as if he had seen through the situation, but did not make a move. Instead, he waved his sleeves and immediately fled away.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief. It was not that he was afraid of him, he just didn't want to fight in vain. The death energy here was so dense, if it was consumed quickly, then the more death energy he would inhale, and the more death energy he inhaled, the greater the impact on him would be.
After a long time, when he was sure that the great elder had gone far away, he withdrew the barrier and looked at Wu Mengwuduo who was frightened beside him. When he was about to speak, a cold snort came from behind him.
"It is you, the son of destiny!"
Feng Qingyang was startled and turned around in an instant, only to see that the Great Elder of Killing, who had already left, had come back behind him at some point, and was so close to him that he didn't even notice it.
"Who are you?"
"Don't you already know? I am the Great Elder of Killing mentioned by these two trash." As he spoke, his eyes widened and suddenly a scream was heard. Feng Qingyang turned his head and saw that Wu Duo and Wu Meng's arms were broken at the same time, and blood gushed out for a moment.
Just one glance can cut off a person's arm!
Feng Qingyang's face turned cold, thinking to himself that he was indeed a cruel and ruthless person. Although Wu Meng Wu Duo was a member of the Great Wutian Clan, he looked so honest and cute that even he did not kill him.
But this old man destroyed his arm with one glance.
For a moment, there were screams, but they stopped in an instant.
"Old bastard!" Feng Qingyang yelled angrily. He stood up with a whoosh, his eyes as dark as water. In just a moment, he had decided that he was going to kill him.
He clenched his fists and looked at the smiling Great Elder of Killing in front of him, with murderous intent rising up in his heart. He asked, "Why do you want to kill them?"
"Why? It's a bit noisy to bother me."
"you… "
Feng Qingyang sighed, took a deep breath, looked at Wu Mengwuduo who was dead beside him, raised his hand and buried him in the ground, took a few deep breaths, calmed his inner anger, looked at him and said: "What do you want to do?"
If it were in the past, he would have been so angry that blood would have splattered everywhere, but today, he has begun to transform from a green boy.
He was no longer the impulsive person. Although he was angry and unwilling, he had finally passed that stage. Thinking of this, he slowly loosened his fists, and his initial anger turned into calmness.
"Come with me..." The Great Elder of Killing saw all these changes and was secretly surprised. He thought to himself that this person must be someone extraordinary. If he was an enemy, he must be eliminated as soon as possible.
Feng Qingyang sneered and stared at him without saying a word, but he secretly said in his heart: "If it weren't for my weak cultivation, I would have fought you to the death."
But all this was just thinking. If a fight really broke out, he would be the only one to suffer. Although he was confident that he could escape safely, he did not want to get hurt here.
"Where are you going?" After a moment of silence, he spoke slowly.
"Go where you should go." The law enforcement elder sneered, took out a scroll and opened it. Instantly, a scroll depicting a perfect landscape opened.
The moment it opened, Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed again. He felt an inexplicable breath in it, as if he had seen it before.
After looking at it carefully, I suddenly realized what it was.
The scroll is very long, and inside it is a round sky and a square earth, divided into two large pieces of land, separated in the middle by a high mountain range, with countless tribes on both sides. This is undoubtedly the macroscopic picture of the boundary bead.
In that picture, there was a man falling from the sky, covered in black armor and with a huge tail behind him. This was what he looked like when he turned into a zombie.
"It should be you, the son of destiny. It seems that what Old Wu said is right. Once the dangerous mountains are opened, I will capture you here. Old Wu is indeed a man of insight and unparalleled calculations!" The Great Elder of Killing murmured, looking at Feng Qingyang and sneering again.
"Will you come with me, or will I take you with me?"
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang almost burst into curses. How could this old man be so arrogant? His nose was almost up in the air, and his face was full of entitlement.
"Wait, if I break through the black zombie, I'll kill you first!" He thought to himself, but his expression didn't change. He said calmly: "I have feet!"
“Follow me!”