A huge hand covered the sky and suddenly roared out, turning the calamity clouds in the sky into ashes with one palm.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang smiled triumphantly, turned around and returned to Kunpeng. The man and the beast roared at the same time, and immediately soared away, disappearing into the sky and earth in an instant.
Little did they know that just after they left, the void trembled, and an old man walked out of it. He was dressed in rags, like a beggar, but his plain clothes could not hinder the brilliance emanating from him.
"Very good, in the realm of black zombies, you can have such powerful destructive power. You are worthy of being the son of destiny, and you are worthy of the prayer magic to the king of zombies." After saying that, the old man smiled, but it was not a sneer, but a look full of expectation.
The universe is vast, and the great roc spreads its wings, soaring into the sky for 90,000 miles, whistling in the sky and earth. Its speed is extremely fast, like a flash of lightning, even surpassing the light, and it can fly tens of thousands of miles with one wings spread.
The journey that was supposed to take half a year was completed by him in just one week. When he was about to reach the Dark Night Ghost Market, Feng Qingyang flipped his wrist, the Beast Taming Circle flashed, and he immediately took Kunpeng in.
"It just so happens that Shuai Shuai is still sleeping, but it must be bored being alone in the beast enclosure, so you can go in and keep it company."
After saying that, he rushed into the Dark Night Ghost Market in a hurry. After entering with a whoosh, he suddenly raised the corner of his mouth. He originally wanted to go to the Ice Palace Alliance, but rejected the idea in an instant.
Here, he has an acquaintance, an old acquaintance, who just happens to have the same doubts you had back then, so you go there today to solve them.
His spiritual consciousness spread out like an overwhelming force, instantly covering the entire Dark Night Ghost Market. It was so subtle that every movement was clearly transmitted to his brain.
Suddenly, a powerful spiritual sense swept over and came out from the ground. Feng Qingyang pursed his lips and smiled. The spiritual sense was suddenly filled with fierce aggressiveness and crashed into it with a bang.
"Hmph..." A muffled groan was heard, and Feng Qingyang moved suddenly. He was as fast as lightning, and while whistling, he crushed the spiritual consciousness that was retreating like the tide.
After passing through the Dark Night Ghost Market, they entered a cave. This cave entrance was extremely secretive and could not be easily found even if one stood in front of it. Seeing this, Feng Qingyang sneered and wondered why he could not find the legendary Dark Night Ancestor that day. It turned out that he was hiding underground.
He stopped at the entrance of the cave, thought for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he immediately stepped in.
After entering, Feng Qingyang smiled again. Looking at the dark environment around him, he thought to himself that the old fox was showing off his skills in front of him and creating some psychedelic formation.
He glared forward with his eyes, his gleaming light flashing. He saw through the formation without breaking it. His eyes shot out for countless miles, weaving through the winding and undulating caves, and finally stopped at the end of the flash, on an old man.
At the moment when their gazes converged, the old man who was sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes. His cloudy old eyes did not have the majesty as imagined, but revealed a hint of shrewdness.
Feng Qingyang rushed forward, like a ghost, shuttling through the cave and arriving in an instant. Almost the moment the old man opened his eyes, he was in front of him.
"Old man, I haven't seen you for many years. I hope you are well." Feng Qingyang put his hands behind his back, looked at the old man sitting in front of him, and said with a smile.
"Who are you?" The old man looked puzzled and pretended not to know me. However, if you looked closely, you would find a cunning flash in his eyes.
He thought he had avoided it, but how could he hide it from Feng Qingyang
"Are you pretending to be stupid? You really don't remember me?" Feng Qingyang pretended to be surprised, but his body shook, and his originally jet-black hair instantly turned dark red, brighter than blood, making his originally handsome face suddenly look terrifying.
"Now, you should remember it."
"You...you...you are the Red Devil Feng Qingyang." At this moment, he finally stopped quibbling and spoke frankly, pretending to be surprised.
Feng Qingyang saw all of this, and cursed this old fox in his heart, pretending... Keep pretending, but even if he wants to pretend, how can he get what he wants so easily
"The previous consciousness was yours, right?" Feng Qingyang waved his hand and turned his red hair back to black. For some reason, he always felt that black hair would make him more intimate.
"It's me..." said the old man, but his expression looked a little unnatural.
Earlier, when he was meditating, he felt a powerful aura sweeping through the entire Dark Night Ghost Market. He was furious and thought to himself that someone was causing trouble in his place. How dare he do that
So he stretched out his powerful spiritual sense and instantly swept towards him. Unexpectedly, at the moment when the auras were about to collide, the face of the man who swept through the Dark Night Ghost Market instantly appeared in his mind. When he saw it clearly, he was scared out of his wits.
Feng Qingyang, the Red Devil Feng Qingyang. If we talk about three years ago, he did have only a little impression of Feng Qingyang, but three years later, that is, some time ago.
The moment Feng Qingyang walked out of the secret realm, he was at the peak of his career and instantly swept the entire cultivation world. It is said that everyone in the world knows him, and his blood-red hair has long become his typical symbol.
One man swept through the seven golden elixirs, slashing the sky and earth with one stroke, and the golden elixirs were destroyed. Although the rest did not know whether they were dead or alive, any discerning person could see at a glance that they were definitely beheaded.
This was also the reason why he quickly retracted his spiritual sense after discovering that it was Feng Qingyang. You can offend anyone, but you must not offend Feng Qingyang. This is the law of the current cultivation world.
Thinking of this, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, trembled, and was even a little scared. Although he was a powerful Jindan, his strength was not enough in front of Feng Qingyang.
It's like a kid showing off his skills in front of adults.
"Well, I'm glad it's you. I came to you today to discuss something with you..." At this point, Feng Qingyang paused deliberately. He wanted to tease this shrewd old man to see how he would react.
"What's the matter?" The old man shuddered, looking at Feng Qingyang's meaningful smile, he secretly groaned in his heart. But then he calmed down again.
"It's been three years since I left. How is my Ice Palace Alliance doing now?" Feng Qingyang asked calmly. He seemed to be smiling, but in fact he had regained his composure, and there was even a hint of anger.
Originally, he planned to go directly into the alliance to take a look, but when he arrived, he realized that some things could not be seen by looking at the alliance, but by looking at the owner of the place, and this owner was the Dark Night Ancestor, the only Golden Core Master in the Dark Night Ghost Market.
"Alliance..." The Dark Night Ancestor was about to speak, but suddenly he seemed to think of something, and his face instantly became ugly. It seemed that they had not been living well recently. If Feng Qingyang got angry because of this, wouldn't he want to kill him
His face looked grim, and as he looked at Feng Qingyang's increasingly gloomy expression, he finally sighed and said honestly, "It was fine originally, but it's not so good recently."