Boom…
The heaven and earth roared, and the wind and clouds surged around "No. 8 Tianzi". Endless strong winds emanated from the secret realm, revealing a rolling and wild atmosphere that made it difficult for everyone to breathe.
"Xun'er, where are your fellow apprentices?" In Taixuan Sect, Lu Xun stood in front of an old man with his head drooped and a listless look, which made everyone's minds race and they kept guessing.
"Master, I am useless. My fellow disciples are all dead, and..." At this point, he suddenly looked around at everyone and said loudly, "This so-called secret realm is just an eternal scam. Don't wait any longer. Everyone who entered died in it."
After saying this, he no longer looked at his master whose face was becoming increasingly embarrassed, but flew towards the direction of Taixuan Sect on his own. He was the number one person in Taixuan and was also the designated next headmaster, so no one rushed to stop him from leaving.
Although everyone was confused, they could only force themselves to hold it in. After hearing what Lu Xun said, some people who did not go in began to gloat over the misfortune. As the saying goes, some are happy while others are sad, and there are also many people who take advantage of others' misfortune.
Everyone had uncertain expressions, but they all looked like that. They had waited for half a year and finally waited for two people to come out, but the news they got was like this. They did not believe it, but were still waiting. At this time, they still believed in their hearts that someone else would definitely come out, but they didn't know who it would be.
After a long time, many people had left the scene, but most of them were cultivators with weaker cultivation. However, none of the great Jindan masters left, and they all stared at the constantly shaking "Xuanling Jiuchongtian".
Boom... Suddenly, another beam of light shot out from there. After the light beam appeared, a fierce pressure suddenly swept out, and the void was suddenly filled with strong winds. Everyone was startled and reflexively raised their hands to block it.
But at this moment, a loud laugh was heard. When everyone looked, they saw that after the light beam dimmed, a handsome face was revealed.
He had blood-red hair, clothes whiter than snow, and a smile on his face, as if bathed in the spring breeze. Under the refraction of the sunlight, his smile sparkled brilliantly. His sworn teeth instantly charmed countless young female monks.
"Red Devil, that's the Red Devil... I didn't expect him to be still alive. Didn't they say he died in there?" Someone exclaimed, with disbelief in his eyes.
"What a joke! That's the famous Red Devil Feng Qingyang, a super master of the young generation who can compete with Lu Xun. Lu Xun didn't die, so how could he die!"
The faces of the people below were changing rapidly, but the happiest person was Feng Qingyang's cheap father-in-law, the Lord of Guiyuan City.
Seeing Feng Qingyang appear, he almost couldn't control his emotions. He looked at him with shining eyes. He didn't believe Lu Xun's one-sided words. What kind of eternal scam? You know, this secret realm has a history of thousands of years.
But then, there appeared a scene that everyone would never forget. The Red Devil Feng Qingyang suddenly turned around, and with his long hair fluttering, he suddenly grabbed at the void.
A graceful and elegant figure appeared out of nowhere where his arm was. Although his features could not be seen clearly, one could tell that she was absolutely stunningly beautiful.
As his big hand grabbed in the air, the slender figure immediately flew in. Then the heaven and earth shook, the void began to twist, and waves of destructive aura began to appear.
"It's moving, it's moving... The secret realm is actually moving." Someone exclaimed, and even dropped his jaw. At this moment, countless people's brains were slightly stunned, and they looked at Feng Qingyang blankly, wanting to know what he was going to do.
Whoosh... A gust of wind blew, and the boundless mountain range began to shrink slowly. Finally, it turned into a fist-sized, shining bead with a whoosh, and disappeared into Feng Qingyang's body with a whoosh.
At the same time, Feng Qingyang turned around, looked at the people below, and said loudly: "Dear seniors, the secret realm here is just a scam. After we entered, we were all killed by the murderous intent. Many Taoist friends died in it. I will take away this extremely dangerous secret realm!"
After saying that, Yang Tianyi laughed loudly, and his body suddenly began to twist, as if it was about to merge into the void. However, he wanted to leave, so how could the people here let him go
"Don't run, kid. Leave your baby here!" A loud roar came from the void, and a huge hand suddenly stretched out from the sky. The wind and clouds changed color, and the sky was covered by the huge hand. The originally clear sky became dim in an instant.
Countless monks with weaker cultivation bases descended from the clouds and fled in all directions, trying to avoid this unintentional disaster. Feng Qingyang grinned, as he already knew that he would not leave easily.
"So, is it okay to leave like this?" He raised a smile, and his originally twisted body suddenly reappeared. Looking at the big hand coming towards him, he just pressed forward lightly.
There was a loud bang, and a strong pressure suddenly erupted from the place where he was the center. As the aura spread, it instantly turned the outstretched hand into ashes.
This scene made countless people drop their eyes again. The way they looked at him was as if they were watching a monster die. You have to know that the big hand before was stretched out by the great golden elixir master of all ages.
And what about Feng Qingyang? He just pressed lightly into the air, and he didn't know what kind of magic he used, but he actually completely broke the move. Is he still an ordinary person? Is he still the lowly zombie in everyone's eyes
"What? He actually blocked it. How can he be so strong?"
"Impossible, I must be dazzled. Am I still dreaming? How could he possibly block the attack of a powerful Jindan?"
Everyone was whispering, but what was the same was that they all had a hint of disbelief in their eyes. Some people looked at Feng Qingyang with flickering eyes and indifference, but did not take any action.
"How dare you! You are courting death!"
At the moment when the big hand was broken, an old man appeared in the sky with a swish. His hair and beard were all white, and he was wearing a black Taoist robe. His old face was full of wrinkles, and he was looking at Feng Qingyang with a gloomy face.
"Old Korean, who do you think is looking for death?" Hearing this, Feng Qingyang became angry. He is no longer the same person as before. He is no longer the soft persimmon that anyone can pinch.
"Old Korean is talking to you!" The old man was probably so angry that he blurted out this sentence. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. Sure enough, after looking around, he saw that countless monks had flushed red faces, obviously enduring something.
"Oh, it turns out that you are an old Korean who is talking to me. What does it have to do with you whether I am looking for death or not? You are so old and still jumping around. Why don't you go back to retire?" Feng Qingyang burst into laughter. The corners of his mouth moved, and the smile instantly spread to his whole face. His bright eyes were like a crescent moon.
"Give me your life, you bastard!"