"There are three thousand great ways, and we zombies cannot stay out of it alone." He stood on the first step, looking at the two warriors above.
Trembling inside, the two statues gave him the feeling that they were family, the kind of blood that is thicker than water. Although they were not real brothers, they were of the same bloodline.
Zombies that can practice are all zombies that have awakened their own bloodlines. Only in this way can they be distinguished from thousands of low-level jumping zombies.
"General... Master, is it really you?" Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth. After the first wave of impact, one third of the cultivators who stepped onto the first step fell down instantly.
The person who fell down disappeared from the steps like a phantom. When he appeared again, he returned to the outskirts of Ruoshui. After a brief confusion, he immediately looked up at the sky and saw the picture in the light curtain that covered the sky and the sun.
"That is the Holy Son of the ancient star Mars in the Big Dipper, and that is the Holy Son of the star Ziwei..." These Holy Son monks who returned to reality from the steps looked up into the sky, scanning the people who were still among them. In just a short moment, they had thoughts in their minds.
"Who is that? Why haven't I heard of him before?"
"His aura is so weird!" someone exclaimed. Not everyone is a strong person in the realm of Tao, and not every strong person in the realm of Tao can see Feng Qingyang's true identity. They just can all feel a sense of weirdness.
That feeling of being out of place was particularly clear, and he had two feelings at this moment. The first was when he was standing on the steps, as if it should have existed.
The other is the surrounding area of his body, that is, the sky, which rejects him, and he can feel a little fusion in the contradiction, which looks quite weird.
"Where is he from? Is he another dark horse that suddenly appeared out of nowhere? One of the countless geniuses who is ready to sweep away the three thousand cultivation stars?" someone exclaimed.
Seeing this, everyone immediately focused their attention on Feng Qingyang again, but he didn't know that at this moment, he had become the focus of the three thousand cultivation stars.
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The first wave of impact not only tests the strength of the soul, but also the body's ability to withstand it. The scene of reincarnation is different for everyone.
But you cannot deny its reality. Just like Feng Qingyang, he had obviously failed in the first reincarnation, but after he woke up, he used his strong body to withstand the huge impact force, so he still stayed on top, while those fallen monks obviously could not bear it.
"Is this the first reincarnation?" Feng Qingyang murmured to himself. Although he was hurt, it was obvious that he didn't take it to heart.
His eyes were as fast as lightning as he looked up into the sky. There, there seemed to be a face staring straight at him. Although he could not see it, he could feel it.
That kind of stinging feeling that cuts through the void can only be caused by a glance, and it also contains a strong sense of indifference, as if watching him die here.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, raised his foot and stepped upwards, landing on the second step in an instant. At the same time, the surroundings changed color, and he suddenly stood still.
When he opened his eyes, he was still in the endless starry sky, but the picture had changed a little. It was no longer as miserable as before. On the contrary, it was more of anger.
"Don't force me!" Feng Qingyang stood in the void, with a beautiful woman standing beside him. Wherever she was, it seemed that the world would become peaceful.
However, this peace could not last long, and it was instantly shattered by the surging murderous intent that came in an instant, and then turned into blood that sprayed into the sky.
Feng Qingyang felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife, and he twitched violently. He gently placed the woman on the ground, and the woman lay on the huge white beast under him. With cold eyes, he looked at the countless streams of light flying from the void in front of him.
"Why do you have to kill me all? I, Feng Qingyang, have never done anything to let down the human race in my life. Is it just because I am a zombie?" He was filled with despair, with tears of blood falling from his eyes.
He stood up. At this moment, the void changed. A layer of transparent light curtain spread out like light in an instant, as if covering the entire sky.
"Suppress! Seal! Kill!" He simply opened his mouth, and the three words he uttered actually stopped the light that was originally as fast as lightning in an instant. Moreover, a murderous intent grew, as if it were real. The red beam of light enveloped him, isolating the breath of heaven and earth.
"Come and die!" He was crazy. He glanced at the woman on the ground with a fierce look. The struggle in his eyes flashed away. He raised the silver bow and bombarded the stream of light that was fixed in the light curtain.
There were continuous screams and countless amounts of blood scattered and floated in the starry sky. Just this one thing killed millions of people in an instant.
The scarlet blood gathered into rivers in the starry sky. The strong smell of blood made Feng Qingyang, who was caught up in the killing, even more crazy, as if he was born just to kill.
"Why are you doing this? Killing all the people will change your image in their minds? In the final analysis, this is not your fault, but your position. You should not appear in this world. Your appearance has devoured the only life force in this world. Tell me, should they kill you?"
A sigh was heard from the void, and eight beams of light flashed. At the same time, eight figures shrouded in chaos appeared. They surrounded Feng Qingyang and stretched out their hands and pressed forward together.
Feng Qingyang was struck by lightning, and the bow in his hand fell to the ground. He half-knelt on the ground after spitting out a mouthful of blood, and all the bones in his body were visible.
"Tell me, should you die?"
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Boom!
Just when Feng Qingyang was about to fall into madness, he once again woke up from the illusion of reincarnation, looked around, and his raised foot was already placed on the second step.
When he caught up with the pace, a fierce restraining force suddenly came from the void around him. That kind of restraint did not come from the body, but from the soul.
It’s like the soul and the body have been separated, and the soul is imprisoned, watching its own body make the most instinctive reaction, but this reaction is enough to make people’s heart break.
Just like at this moment, Feng Qingyang was slowly retracting his foot. He felt the changes in his body with his own eyes, as if someone was controlling his body invisibly, and he could only be a bystander and watch.
Rang's mind had not yet completely recovered from the scenes of reincarnation he had experienced before, and now his body was suffering from such difficulties again. Attacked from both sides, he was losing step by step and was about to retreat from the first step.
"Am I going to lose? Am I going to lose?"
"No... This is the holy land of my zombie clan. If I can't even enter here, what kind of zombie am I? What kind of heir to the blood of the zombie king?"
I was shouting in my heart, full of unwillingness. This unwillingness changed at this moment, from unwillingness to anger.
“I want to step onto the second floor!”