The sun set, the moon rose, and the sky was full of frost. At the last dawn, Feng Qingyang opened his eyes.
The moment it was opened, it was as if the endless darkness suddenly burst into light. However, at this moment, the void became cold, and the warmth that was supposed to come disappeared.
At the end of his sight, there were countless monks looking at him in unison, their eyes clear, with a touch of firmness and determination, as if they were determined to fight to the death.
Zhu Youqian, Zhang Kui and others were all inside, even Lu Xun and Prince Long were vaguely visible, but their figures were a little blurry, even if they stood in front of everyone, others would not be able to sense them.
"Are you ready?" Feng Qingyang asked in a deep voice. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the cheers of the crowd. Everyone was united and their morale was high.
“A man should have great ambitions and should die in battle.” When he said this, he looked around at everyone, with a look of determination in his eyes.
"Perhaps you will think that I am just motivated by selfish desires, but that is not the case. I can also tell you very clearly that in addition to selfish desires, I also want to dominate."
When he said this, his black hair fluttered without wind, showing off his arrogance and dominance. He added: "We, the independent cultivators, have a low status in the cultivation world, just like ants. When we see the disciples of the ten major sects, we all feel inferior to them, like dogs and cows, like born lowly servants. Why?"
He asked in a deep voice, his voice rising to the sky, resounding through the clouds, and the entire Dark Night Ghost Market was involved. Everyone looked at Feng Qingyang with puzzled expressions, but there was still a hint of doubt and a hint of brilliance.
"I want to unify the world of cultivation, so that independent cultivators are no longer lowly cultivators. Let them hold their heads high and practice in the world of cultivation with dignity. They don't have to look at other people's faces, they don't have to be timid, and they can live an equal life."
He spoke calmly, his tone was gentle, without any ripples, but his calm words seemed to have set off an uproar in everyone's hearts. It is said that drizzle is silent, but it can nourish all things.
Just like every word being said now, although not as sonorous and powerful as a war song, it can gently hit the softest part of everyone's heart.
Even Lu Xun and Prince Long were trembling in their hearts at this moment. Looking back, perhaps they, as geniuses, had not noticed it.
But that is the fact. The lives of independent cultivators are even like ants. They can be slaughtered at will by the people from the ten major sects, and they are not allowed to resist at all.
This is also the fundamental reason why the independent cultivators hate the people from the ten major sects so much. In the final analysis, this is a concept of inequality. If it were changed, I am afraid that the world of cultivation would be less bloody.
"We are determined to follow our leader until death!" Someone suddenly shouted at this moment. For a moment, the crowd was noisy and the deathly aura surged to an extremely high level.
Feng Qingyang is determined to destroy Maoshan this time. You have to know that he has a secret killer in his Jiezhu world. He believes that when the killer is used, it will definitely surprise the people of Maoshan.
Grinning and looking at everyone, he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Let's go."
As soon as the two words came together, everyone roared in unison. The murderous intent and the will to fight condensed into a substance that was invincible. The void trembled, and faint echoes could be heard, as if it was a war song played for them.
The crowd took off, Feng Qingyang swayed his body, and his aura emanated. At the same time, the sky above the Dark Night Ghost Market suddenly dimmed, and the great wild beast Kunpeng roared out.
Its body was huge, like a small mountain, majestic and domineering. The moment the great wild beast appeared, Lu Xun and Prince Long, who were hiding in the crowd, trembled violently and looked at Feng Qingyang in disbelief.
The aura emitted by the great wild beast had clearly reached the realm of a celestial demon, which was equivalent to the golden elixir power of a human cultivator. With such a powerful cultivation level, it was actually willing to be the mount of a small zombie. How incredible was this
The appearance of the Great Wild Beast once again inspired everyone, and their morale was like a rainbow. At this moment, it once again reached a peak, an invincible peak.
Flying with flapping wings, Feng Qingyang sat upright on the great wild beast. He crossed his legs and looked ahead quietly. He had never been to Mount Mao before. With just a simple command, the great wild beast under him would naturally prepare everything for him.
The North Sea River rises up with gusts of wind, roaring across the sky and passing through the Mountains of Death. Up to now, this river has only begun to take shape.
In time, if enough water from the Nine Heavens Yellow Springs is absorbed, it will surely form the river in Feng Qingyang's mind, the North Sea River, and this place will also become a forbidden area.
Time flies, like running water, passing in the blink of an eye.
They passed through countless second-rate and third-rate sects, crushed them directly and domineeringly, and even flew over people's heads. The aura they exuded was so great that even these second-rate sects could only stay away and show a hint of envy.
When was there a time when a casual cultivator could be so powerful
But now, he is arrogant and domineering to the extreme. He will kill gods if they stand in his way, and he will kill Buddhas if he stands in his way. Who can compete with him
The Maoshan Zhengtian Sect has been the leader of the righteous sect in the world of paper cultivation throughout history, but since a certain generation, changes have taken place within the sect.
The unique sea of magnanimity in the sky disappeared completely, leaving only black smoke and miasma, and the disciples in the sect also became unrecognizable one by one.
If people in the past were all righteous, then the people in Maoshan nowadays are in cahoots with each other, doing all kinds of evil, always doing evil things in the name of righteousness. There are a few righteous people among them, but they can be counted on one hand.
The crimes they committed were already an open secret in the world of cultivation, but because of their wealth and power, no one dared to speak of them.
And today, they are going to go their separate ways. The ending was doomed when Feng Qingyang was hunted down when he first arrived in the world of cultivation.
With a thought in mind, Feng Qingyang stood up. Faintly, he saw rolling mountains in front of him. Each mountain was filled with spiritual energy. He was afraid that there was a huge spiritual spring where his sect was located.
The mountains stretch for tens of thousands of miles, and spiritual energy rises to the sky. The entire mountain gate seems full of spiritual energy, like a blessed land. Seeing this, Feng Qingyang opened his heavenly eyes, and with a blink of his eyes, a gleam of light immediately pierced through the sky and shot straight at the endless mountains in front of him.
Wherever his eyes went, there was a sudden roar and a yellow light curtain fell from the sky, like a big bowl, turning the entire Maoshan area upside down.
However, his divine eye could only reach the void. When the two touched, there was a roar that shook the sky, and at the same time, rays of golden light flew out from the light curtain.
The fierce murderous aura was overwhelming, like a swarm of locusts, or even more like a mountain of swords, whistling towards you.
"A bunch of cowards, you still remember to come out?" Feng Qingyang roared, the sound was overwhelming, and suddenly a strong wind blew and swept away.
"Don't be so arrogant, you evil creature!"