"Roar!" A cheer was heard. Obviously, they had already recognized Feng Qingyang.
It has been three years since we last met. People and things have changed, the scenery is no longer the same, but time still cannot leave any traces of vicissitudes on their faces. This is a cultivator, a cultivator who cultivates immortality.
The originally low morale suddenly reached a peak at this moment. The morale was like a rainbow, penetrating the heaven and earth, and even caused the wind and clouds in the sky to begin to change.
The Maoshan disciples were so frightened that they had already lost their souls. Until now, they had not recognized Feng Qingyang, but only threatened and roared in a timid manner.
"We are disciples of the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect. Are you seeking death by doing this?" the leading man said harshly.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang smiled. He looked at the crowds of people in all directions and suddenly waved his hand. With just a simple gesture, the people from the alliance who were about to attack in full force all pushed back at this moment.
The uniform movements and strict momentum seemed so iron-blooded and powerful at this moment. In an instant, a bloodthirsty feeling spread. Everyone was shocked and secretly said to themselves that they were so strong.
Feng Qingyang had a smile on his face. He took a step forward and his overwhelming momentum came down, pressing those Maoshan disciples to the ground one after another.
Now, it was almost funny for him to fight with these people. It was like children playing house. He could easily crush them with just a finger.
It wasn't that Feng Qingyang bullied them, but such deep hatred could only be washed away with blood. After thinking about it, he felt something in his heart and immediately stretched out his big hand.
The big hand moved so fast that everyone couldn't even see when it made the move. They only saw a flash before their eyes, and suddenly there were screams, as if bones were being crushed with crackling sounds.
When the screams stopped, the crowd opened their eyes and looked, their faces suddenly turned pale. They took a few steps back and dared not to look anymore. Some monks with weaker endurance even lay on the ground and began to vomit.
The earth was shattered, and countless broken limbs and pieces of flesh covered the entire outer square of the alliance. Blood flowed slowly like a small river, flowing around.
Killing someone is just a crime, and the only thing left is a scar the size of a bowl. However, there are very few people who kill people like Feng Qingyang. He did not grind the person into powder, but crushed him into a meat patty.
It may seem bloody and brutal, but in fact it contains deep hatred, a blood feud that will not end until one dies.
Everyone was silent. Those who knew about the grudge between Feng Qingyang and Maoshan turned their heads away and stopped looking. Those who had a grudge against him turned pale and knelt on the ground, shaking constantly.
Feng Qingyang withdrew his move without even looking at the crowd or paying attention to the people from the alliance beside him. Instead, he turned around and walked into the Ice Palace.
The further he walked forward, the more nervous he became. Looking at the extremely familiar hall, his heart began to tremble. After entering the door of the hall, he looked back, and finally reached forward with both hands, and the mysterious Yin energy suddenly burst out.
Rumble and boom sounds were heard, and the door of the hall slowly melted. When it was fully opened, Feng Qingyang was refreshed and walked in immediately.
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"Where is Qingyang? Has he entered the hall?" Not long after he entered, Zhu Youqian appeared from nowhere. His face was covered with dust and there was a trace of blood on his body. It was obvious that he had experienced a fight before returning here.
After seeing everything on the ground, he immediately understood. He looked at Zhang Kui beside him and asked, "Has he already gone in?"
"Yeah." Zhang Kui responded, then said hello and started to clean up the mess...
"You kid, you came back without even saying hello to me." Zhu Youqian muttered to himself, but a hint of relief flashed across his eyes.
Originally, he thought the three-year agreement was just a joke, but now it seems that it is all so real. Now, he is famous in the world of cultivation, and he can turn the world upside down with a wave of his hand. Killing a golden elixir master is as easy as killing a chicken or a dog.
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Feng Qingyang walked slowly inside the ice palace. Unknowingly, the huge ice coffin had appeared. His heart began to tremble violently, and when he was about to arrive, he stopped.
"Xiao Zhu, I'm back and I'm here to save you." He said tremblingly, reaching deep into his arms and taking out a glittering golden pill. He held it very tightly, even using force.
"Xiao Zhu!" Finally, he mustered up the courage to step forward, taking two steps at a time, and in just a moment he arrived in front of the ice coffin.
He raised his hand and lightly wiped it, and immediately opened the coffin lid. But at the moment of opening it, he suddenly paused, and the golden elixir in his hand fell to the ground.
When Lang Lang...
The crisp sound of the body landing echoed throughout the entire hall and sounded so pleasant to the ear. However, Feng Qingyang was stunned at this moment. His mind was blank and he had forgotten to think.
The originally pitch-black pupils began to change slowly at this moment. If you look closely, you will find that the ink-black pupils began to turn blood red.
At the same time, a strong and violent aura spread out, and the entire hall began to tremble slightly. Following Feng Qingyang's gaze, he saw that the ice coffin was empty, without any human figure.
"Xiao Zhu!" Feng Qingyang roared and threw himself madly onto the ice coffin, with tears running down his face. His heart was in turmoil. He had thought that he could wake her up from her deep sleep this time, but who knew that this would be the result.
Huh... He took a deep breath and fiercely suppressed the murderous intent in his heart. Now, he was no longer the man who would bleed within five steps if he disagreed with someone.
Just when he suppressed his murderous intent, he suddenly found that the ice coffin was a little unusual. His eyes were like lightning, and suddenly burst into golden light. In an instant, he found a line of faint small words on the bottom of the ice coffin.
He reached out and gently scraped away the ice on top, and at a glance, he could see the line of small words clearly.
"Ten years later, we will meet at the Spirit World Goddess Palace!"
"The Palace of the Goddess!" Feng Qingyang clenched his fist and slammed it on the ground with a bang. The extremely hard ground, which had been tempered by the Xuanyin Qi, suddenly revealed a big hole.
It is bottomless and emits black light.
"Xiao Zhu, are you in the Palace of the Goddess in the Spirit World?" He murmured to himself, stood up, looked around with nostalgia, his eyes full of longing, and finally waved his hand and put away the ice coffin.
"There is no need to stay here anymore."
He turned around, took another look, and immediately walked out. As he walked, the Ice Palace began to tremble, and countless cracks spread like spider webs, instantly covering the entire sky and earth.
"Boom!" The moment he stepped out, the magnificent hall behind him suddenly collapsed, smoke and dust rose up, but it was an extremely gorgeous pure white.
It was like a big snowfall, just as he had said, I came from the cold winter, and where I am, there is only snow!