He was soaring with pride, like a king dominating the world, his domineering red hair fluttering in the wind, his clothes whiter than snow, and he stood in the void, clanging.
"What can I do to you? You little beast, I'm going to kill you!" The old man went crazy and flew up in an instant, his whole body turbulent. He slapped the storage bag he carried with him, and a magic weapon flew out immediately.
The old man looked straight at Feng Qingyang, his eyes full of hatred and resentment. He clasped his hands together and immediately raised his magic weapon. Thunder rolled and the power of the golden elixir burst out instantly.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang smiled contemptuously. Although he looked calm on the surface, he was actually a little nervous inside. He was gambling now, gambling on a decision.
"You are wrong, it's not you who killed me, but me who killed you!" He was in high spirits, and the storage ring on his hand flashed, and suddenly a dark light flashed.
He looked at the old man indifferently, as if he was looking at a tiny ant. He held a brush in his right hand, a huge brush that was three feet long.
The tip of the brush is sharp and seemingly plain, but in fact it contains a hint of inexplicable rules. If you look carefully, you will find that where the brush appears, the void is trembling slightly, as if it cannot bear the majesty it brings.
"If I say you die, you must die!"
"Arrogant beast, today I, your ancestor, will grind your bones and scatter your ashes to sacrifice to the spirit of my grandson in heaven." He was furious. He raised his hands, and the void suddenly twisted. Waves spread out. Some monks with weaker cultivation base trembled all over, spit out blood, and fled to the periphery in a panic.
The magic weapon he raised suddenly turned into a big bell in the air, flew steadily to the sky, and dropped thousands of green rays of light to cover him, and then shook gently.
"Dang... Ding... Ding..." Three unhurried sounds echoed between heaven and earth, like a thunderclap in the plain. The monks with weak cultivation suddenly became dazed and fell to the ground one after another, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
Waves visible to the naked eye rippled across the sky and earth, twisting layer by layer and beginning to wrinkle, as if they were about to collapse at this moment.
"You little beast, prepare to die." The old man's eyes were full of anger, his face was hideous, and there was a hint of madness on his face, as if he had already seen the moment of his death.
"I'll say it again, it's not me who will die, it's you!" Feng Qingyang said softly, then raised the brush in his hand and pointed at the old man.
The tip of the brush he raised trembled slightly, and an invisible pressure swept across the world. The light flashed and was extremely bright, like a firework exploding.
The moment he raised his hand, the faces of all the Jindan masters around him changed. They looked at Feng Qingyang in horror, their expressions changing constantly, like the moon at night, waxing and waning.
"That pen... what is it?" The eyes of the Lord of Guiyuan City flickered. He stared at Feng Qingyang intently, trying to find some clues from him, but after a long time he found nothing.
Like him, countless Jindan masters extended their spiritual senses and swept back and forth over Feng Qingyang's body, as if they were sure that he would not sense it, and therefore became somewhat unscrupulous.
However, just as they were sweeping, Feng Qingyang's body suddenly shook, and a thick black mist emanated from his body. The black mist turned into a vortex and actually swallowed up the exploring consciousness.
"Hmm?" The Jindan masters felt a loss and looked unhappy. They wanted to make trouble but couldn't find any reason. Besides, his cheap father-in-law was still here and this was his territory...
"He is so secretive, what is the level of cultivation this kid has?" At this moment, even the Lord of Guiyuan City was confused. He wanted to see Qingfeng Qingyang's level of cultivation, but he found that there seemed to be a layer of invisible mist on him, which just hindered his exploration.
As if knowing what everyone was thinking, Feng Qingyang turned his head and looked down, his eyes and brows full of smiles, as if to say, "You bunch of old bastards, do you think I don't know what you are thinking?"
Everyone was confused and their faces were uncertain, but Feng Qingyang took action.
He waved his hand, and poured all his strength into the Judge's Pen. The powerful aura immediately locked onto the old man in the distance. At that moment, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, without any concealment.
"What is that?" The old man felt a chill in his heart. Feng Qingyang's gaze really surprised him, and even frightened him so much that he didn't even want to look at him.
"Die!" At this moment, Feng Qingyang raised the judge's pen and lightly drew it at the void. With just one stroke, a white light flashed among the crowd.
Then, the void shattered, as if it was separated by a sharp knife, and there was a dark hole. The endless turbulence of the void was like a poisonous snake, constantly spitting out apricots.
Some cultivators who were closer to the giant force void had no time to dodge and were immediately swallowed up by the turbulence. They didn't even have time to roar before they disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace behind, and their souls completely returned to heaven and earth.
Silently, there was no earth-shattering sound, and not even any overwhelming pressure. It felt extremely dull, but even so dull, the void was shattered by him.
When everyone's surprised eyes focused on the old man, they were even more horrified to find that his body suddenly burst into light and beams of light were released from his body.
Then there was a puffing sound, and donated blood flew all over the sky. He suddenly exploded, and turned into fine rain, mixing with blood and dripping onto the ground.
A great golden elixir master, who was a giant throughout the ages, just died without even a chance to resist. He just died like that, a peaceful death, without even a chance to scream.
Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, but at this moment, when they looked at Feng Qingyang, their eyes were different. In addition to fear, there was also a hint of awe, which was the awe for the strong.
Who could have known that the little zombie that could be killed by anyone at will has now grown to the point where it can kill a powerful Jindan master with just one move
"Swish!" Feng Qingyang flew over with the judge's pen in his hand, grabbed the golden elixir that was floating in the air and wanted to fly away, and without even looking at everyone, he put it directly into the storage ring.
At that moment, he seemed to see hope, that was the hope that Xiaozhu would wake up because of the golden elixir!
"Xiao Zhu, do you know? I have grown to the level where I can easily kill a powerful Jindan. I will come to wake you up soon, Xiao Zhu..." Feng Qingyang's whole body was trembling. His face did not change, but everyone could see the excitement and excitement in it.
"Who of you... wants to kill me?" He turned around, holding the judge's pen, looking at the people in front of him, with murderous intent blooming in his eyes without any concealment.
I will not offend anyone unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will kill him. This has always been his principle.
Moreover, when he killed Jin Dan today, as he had said before, he was taking a gamble. He was betting that he would have two chances to use the Judge's Pen and would not become exhausted and fall into coma after using it once.
His bet was right. He shocked everyone deeply. His gaze was as fast as lightning and as sharp as a knife, cutting through the sky. No one dared to look him in the eye. Even the Lord of Guiyuan City, a powerful being who was said to have reached the peak of the Golden Core, put away his contempt at this moment.
"Who dares to come?"