He shouted loudly, with full of energy, resounding through the sky and making the mountains dance.
The land that was originally illuminated by the bright sun was suddenly covered by dark clouds, as if a demon was sweeping in, with raging rivers and flooding everywhere.
An old man appeared with a whoosh, with dust in his hands and his long beautiful beard fluttering in the wind. He had white hair but a youthful face, looking like an immortal.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang felt unhappy and wondered why the people from Maoshan always looked like this every time they appeared. No matter who they were, they all held a whisk in their hands. Could that be some kind of treasure
The opponent was coming at him aggressively, so Feng Qingyang naturally did not show any weakness. He paused, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the old man who flew out. It was obvious that he had a sense of control over the overall situation.
"I thought he was so powerful, but he is just a powerful person in the early stage of Jindan. Isn't he courting death by coming out like this?" He thought to himself, looking at the old man with a sneer. In his eyes, he was already a dead man.
His smile might seem bright in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of the old man, it was extremely terrifying. He originally thought that it was some blind man who came to make trouble, so he went out in a threatening manner.
Who would have thought that it was actually the evil star of Maoshan, the Red Devil Feng Qingyang. It was only then that he remembered the three-year agreement.
At that time I thought it was just a joke, but now it seems that the one who has become the joke is not Feng Qingyang, but Maoshan Zhengtian Sect itself.
"Who were you talking about before, you evil beast?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Feng Qingyang smiled again. It was obvious that the old man already knew who he was.
Looking at his appearance, he no longer had the aggressiveness and composure as before, instead there was a sense of listlessness and a hint of fear. Although it was hidden very deeply, Feng Qingyang still saw it.
He coughed awkwardly, a look of helplessness flashed across his face, and the momentum he had originally created suddenly collapsed. The clear, cloudless sky seemed like his transparent face at this moment.
“You’re talking about me… You’re talking about me…” The old man smiled awkwardly, slightly mobilized his magic power, and prepared to slip away. How could these little actions of his please Feng Qingyang
Looking around, there were countless disciples beside the old man. They were all very vigorous and high-spirited at first, but the moment the old man lost his momentum, they all cowered in fear and trepidation.
"Ice Palace, listen to my orders!" Feng Qingyang sneered. He took in everyone's expressions. He originally wanted to wipe them out one by one by himself, but suddenly, he didn't want to do it anymore.
The previous commotion was so big that it was impossible for the people inside Maoshan to be unaware of it. And seeing how quiet it is now, I'm afraid that the old man outside has become the one who sticks out, the so-called cannon fodder.
"Want to settle things peacefully?" he thought to himself, and then directed everyone to surround all the people who came out of Maoshan. A strong murderous intent swept across the world.
The void was shaking, filled with a pungent smell of blood. Feng Qingyang was sitting in the sky. He did not move, but he was like a mountain. Just standing there quietly, he was able to suppress the entire scene.
"Kill!" Then he shouted loudly and pointed his big hand forward. The invisible intention of suppressing others exploded, but it was not aimed at everyone in the field, but the only powerful person in the early stage of Jindan.
Just after he uttered the word "kill", the surrounding Ice Palace disciples roared in unison, and countless magic weapons shot up into the sky, suddenly shining brightly, and huge magic power swept in all directions.
Under such strong suppression, the faces of the Maoshan disciples turned pale with fear. These so-called chosen ones had never had to worry about food and clothing since childhood and had never considered the source of spirit stones.
Such a mentality, in the hands of a casual cultivator who has experienced life-and-death battles, is like an unarmed child, who can be slaughtered at will. It may seem cruel, but in Feng Qingyang's opinion, this scene should be like this.
"If you don't die, more people will die. People from the ten major sects will eradicate you completely in the future!" Feng Qingyang looked silent, looking at the Maoshan disciples who were killed and crying for their parents. His expression did not change at all. Even when blood spurted onto his face, he did not raise his hand to wipe it off.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered the place at Yinlingquan, where he obtained the Blood Demon's Great Seal. The disciple once sacrificed the mortals of an entire city alive for a set of skills.
Using their blood to complete a magic technique, what kind of mentality would one have to do this? Is this still a so-called righteous person? But he is even more devilish than the devil.
Moreover, that person is just a microcosm of the ten major sects. If any one of them could do such a thing, then would all the people present kill innocent people indiscriminately
Kill one to warn the rest. Now, every person killed can allow some innocent mortals to live longer and enjoy more peace.
He has no regrets. Even if everyone calls him a demon, so what? I have a good heart, but I am a demon. If I am a demon, I am a demon. Even if I am a demon, I am a good demon.
The battle shocked heaven and earth. It was only a preliminary confrontation, and the people of Maoshan were defeated. They looked at the battlefield below and the powerful Jindan who was fixed in the air.
Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, opened his third eye, and looked over immediately. Originally, he still had a little compassion in his heart, but as soon as he saw it, he was filled with murderous intent.
The old man who looked like an immortal actually had blood flowing in his body. The blood was extremely dense. In Feng Qingyang's opinion, if it could be so condensed, he must have killed quite a few people.
"You are indeed a group of beasts in human form. You say you are enforcing justice for the heavens, so today I will enforce justice for the heavens." The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't stop the murderous intent in his heart.
Such people should all be killed. If they are left alive, they will only bring disaster to the world.
With a thought, murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He approached the immobilized Jindan master in an instant. Without thinking, he changed his palms into fists, and the sandbag-sized fists hit him directly on the head.
“Bang!”
There was a loud bang between heaven and earth. A brilliant light exploded like a mushroom cloud. Endless flesh and blood flew all over the sky. The violent explosion shocked everyone in the field.
No matter they were fighting or not, they all stared at Feng Qingyang blankly. In their eyes, the Golden Core Master represented invincibility. Some people had never seen a Golden Core Master take action in their entire lives.
But now, he saw with his own eyes a powerful golden elixir explode right under his nose, turning into a pile of flesh and blood that spread across heaven and earth, without leaving any residue behind.
"He's dead, really dead! He was a powerful Jindan, and he died just like that!" The crowd exclaimed, especially the people from the Ice Palace Alliance. They had come here with the determination to die, but with Feng Qingyang's casual attack, they saw hope of life.
"The Golden Core Master has died just like that!" They shouted dully, with disbelief in their eyes. The extremely powerful and mythical Golden Core Master has died just like that.
The impact this brought deeply shook everyone's soul, causing the scene to be silent for a long time, and then suddenly a violent uproar broke out.