Not only that, after he defeated the Great Witch Saint, he opened his mouth wide and absorbed all the essence and blood. The "Taiyin Sutra" quickly refined it into magic power. In this way, he became more and more courageous as the battle went on.
"Monster, pervert, not a human..." The surviving disciples below all sighed inwardly, and the feeling of powerlessness and fear in their hearts became stronger.
"It's your turn next." Looking at the other Holy Son, Feng Qingyang grinned, transformed himself, and immediately put away the 'Copper Skin and Iron Bones' and the 'Right Arm of the Qilin Lord'.
He looked so handsome in human form, and his handsome face even shone brightly under the reflection of the light. But at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, his smile was more terrifying than that of a demon.
"I'm tired from fighting. You should let me take a break." He seemed to be talking to himself, but every word was gathered into an extremely powerful majesty, and every word bombarded the heart of the Holy Son.
Looking at his pale face, Feng Qingyang sighed slightly and thought to himself how boring it was. He almost died when he was fighting with the Great Witch Saint in the Tianxian Mountains that day.
As both Saint Sons and Saint Daughters, why are these two Saint Sons so different? He didn't know that in the Great Wu Tian Clan, Saint Sons were also divided into different levels, such as candidate Saint Sons and legitimate Saint Sons.
Every backup Holy Son can only take the position after the death of the previous generation of the Holy Son, and these two are exactly the backup Holy Sons. Otherwise, with the pride of being Holy Sons, how could they join forces to attack Feng Qingyang
"Actually, there is no hatred between us." Feng Qingyang had a smile on his face and spoke in a calm tone. His handsome face had sharp edges and corners, as if they were carved out with a knife.
"Since there is no hatred, why do you want to surround and kill me? Just because I am the child of destiny, the so-called key you have?"
The tone was still calm, but anyone could hear the coldness in it, a bone-chilling coldness. There was no doubt that if Feng Qingyang was powerful enough and could make his words come true, then he could destroy everything with just a thought.
"Since you want to kill me, I have no choice but to kill you all. Remember, don't blame me if you die. Go find the person who ordered you to do so."
After saying this, Feng Qingyang summoned the Moon Essence Wheel amidst the horrified eyes of everyone. Even though this was only a broken magic weapon, it was at least a magic weapon with a spirit.
He clasped his hands together and the Moon Essence Wheel spun rapidly. In just a moment it became incomparably larger. It spun in the sky and lowered a curtain of light that blocked off the area within a radius of one kilometer.
Barrier! It was still a barrier! In Feng Qingyang's eyes, as long as he determined that someone should be killed, even gods and immortals could not stop him. If gods stood in his way, he would kill them. If Buddha stood in his way, he would kill them!
His magic power was boundless, and after absorbing the essence and blood of the quasi-saint, the magic power he consumed was instantly restored. With this situation of loss of power, it was as easy as chopping cabbage for him to defeat all the people of the Great Witch Clan present.
As soon as the barrier appeared, Feng Qingyang immediately put away his smile, which turned into a coldness that even the vast sun could not melt. At this moment, the temperature in the world was dropping madly.
There is no wind but better than wind, and there seems to be a wisp of snow falling. He blends into the cold world in his white crescent-shaped shirt. At this moment, he is the master, the master who controls life and death here.
"kill!"
"kill!"
As if in response to his words, Feng Qingyang disappeared in an instant. Actually, he did not disappear, but his speed was too fast, so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye.
When you see him appear, it means the death of a life. Wherever he goes, there will be a scream. Bathed in blood, he is crazy in killing.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered the scene of the wild beasts and strange fishes transcending the tribulation in the misty sea. That spirit of yearning and pursuit would not be regretted even at the cost of one's life.
And he is looking for that elusive trace of control in the killing. In a world where strength is respected, the strong hold the power of life and death. They can make clouds and rain with a wave of their hands. If they want you to die, you have to die!
If these people from the Great Wutian Clan were placed in the world of cultivation, they would be considered well-known talented disciples. However, there are always people who are better than you. Maybe there are many people who are stronger than Feng Qingyang in the same realm, but at this moment, Feng Qingyang is the strongest, sweeping away all opponents in the same realm.
The previous scene seemed to be replayed at this moment, except that more people died and more blood was shed.
"Did you see it? Xuezhu, did you see it? Duoduo, now my power is strong enough. I will avenge you and hold you tightly to my side."
Feng Qingyang was shouting in his heart, his killing was not only a principle, but also a kind of protection. He killed for the sake of protection and grew for the sake of protection.
Now he no longer believes in principles and no longer trusts anyone easily. He only believes in himself and the people he loves.
The moment the three major tribes and the Wuzhen tribe hunted him down at the same time, this tragic ending was doomed, just like what happened to him in the Death Mountains.
The people of Maoshan planned to ambush and kill him, but he turned from the prey into the hunter. This scene has already begun to unfold. As long as the golden elixir does not appear, he is invincible.
For a moment, ghosts howled and wolves howled inside the sister's barrier, and all kinds of cries of crying for parents were heard continuously. Some people from the Great Wutian Clan were even scared to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, but all they got was Feng Qingyang's fist.
He looked down on such cowardly people from the bottom of his heart. They bullied the weak and feared the strong, and would kneel down and beg for mercy when they met someone stronger than themselves. He felt sick just watching them.
Looking at the people of the Great Witch Clan who were running around in the barrier because of fear, Feng Qingyang laughed. His laugh was very crazy. He finally realized the benefits of strength.
Some people may feel disgusted, some may think he is perverted, but he does not think so. He is just trying to protect himself, and only by killing the enemy can he save his life.
He doesn't want to die, he still has his own mission. He is the descendant of the supreme corpse king, and his beloved is waiting for him to wake him up. Therefore - he cannot die, otherwise the enemy will die.
He swam within the barrier, chasing every great witch who was desperately trying to escape. He seemed to see himself, seeing himself fleeing from the people of Maoshan in the past.
This scene is so similar. Thinking of this, my heart feels a little bitter, but it turns cold-blooded in an instant. Since he is the enemy, I cannot be merciful.
He bent his bow and drew his arrow, no longer chasing them around, but just shot an arrow at them as they fled. No matter how powerful the Yueshang bow was, it was a bit of a waste of its talent against these people from the Great Wutian Clan.
There were constant cursing and screaming, blood flowed like a river, and all that was left was minced meat falling onto the devastated ground below, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
When he killed the last person, Feng Qingyang finally stopped. Looking at the Great Witch Saint who had not dared to move in front of him, he smiled again.
"I don't kill for the sake of killing, I just want to protect myself."