No wonder the people of Maoshan always want to kill zombies. They either capture them and refine them into puppets, or use their real fire to refine them into ashes. It seems that this is a life and death feud destined by God!
Feng Qingyang was puzzled. According to his original history, Maoshan was just a branch of Taoism, founded by the Mao brothers in the Han Dynasty. But what exactly is Maoshan in the world of cultivation? Feng Qingyang was confused. He was able to appear in the inherited memory, so he was afraid that his three-year agreement was not that simple.
Thinking of this, he stood up suddenly and said: "If no one offends me, I will not offend anyone. If someone offends me, I will kill him!"
We live in this world just to breathe. If this breath is unobstructed, then the path of cultivation will surely go smoothly. If there is a breath of anger in your heart that you can't swallow, then you are doomed.
Maybe cultivators won't notice it in the early stage, but if a master in the later stage, such as a person at the peak of foundation building or half-step golden elixir, has a grudge in his heart, then he will definitely not be able to pass the heavenly tribulation.
This is why there is a saying that if someone is killed in one breath, the blood will splatter five steps away.
"call out!"
"who?"
Feng Qingyang shouted softly, and ran to the door silently like a ghost. He pushed it open and saw that it was already late at night. The empty courtyard was quiet and seemed very depressing. He looked up and saw a black dot flying far away in the sky.
"Who is he? Why is he here to spy on me?"
He raised his eyebrows, hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to go and take a look. When going out, safety is the first priority. Not to mention that he might be the last one to inherit the zombie heritage. If he died young, the dead Zombie King Liu Wuji would be so angry that he would vomit blood!
"Those who come with evil intentions will not come." Feng Qingyang did not say hello to Feng Lei Yu Dian and the others, and quietly sneaked out of the courtyard, following the black shadow in the sky from a distance.
As night fell, the huge Ghost King Sect seemed a little depressing and terrifying. There was not a single person to be seen within ten miles. No one knew if anyone had made arrangements.
The black shadow in front seemed to be aware that Feng Qingyang was following him. He flew slowly in the air, always leaving a black dot in Feng Qingyang's sight.
"Damn, is this guy sick?" Feng Qingyang growled and burst out with all his strength. His speed suddenly increased several times, and the distance between them was shortened in an instant.
call!
It seemed that Feng Qingyang's speeding up was sensed by the black shadow in front, and he also accelerated slightly, as if he wanted to tease him deliberately, hanging far behind him, neither fast nor slow!
He ran like this for about an hour. It was already late at night. Thick black fog filled the air. The figure suddenly stopped. He had his back to Feng Qingyang and was wrapped in a black robe, so his face could not be seen clearly.
Seeing him stop, Feng Qingyang also stopped quickly. He was less than ten meters away from him. He stared at his back, wondering why he wanted to lure him out.
"It's a great pleasure to have an enemy coming from afar!" The black shadow suddenly turned his back to him and laughed, and at the same time a sharp aura spread out.
Feng Qingyang shuddered all over. The strength of this aura actually made him tremble with fear. The cultivation level of this aura was probably no lower than that of the old Taoist withered tree who was half a step away from reaching the golden elixir stage.
All along, the dead tree was quite polite to Feng Qingyang, so he restrained his aura when they were together. But at this moment, under the full force of the power of the Half-Step Golden Elixir, Feng Qingyang retreated step by step and had no power to resist at all.
Moreover... and this breath actually released a murderous intent without any concealment.
"I thought I was stupid, but there really is one. He came here to die, so you can't blame me!"
The figure turned around and Feng Qingyang widened his eyes. He saw that he was wearing a mask on his head. The mask had a green face, fangs, bronze eyes and big ears. It looked very scary.
"Who are you? What's your real skill in playing tricks!" Feng Qingyang said with disdain, but he was extremely alert in his heart, and his magic power was running to the extreme. Now he was at the peak of the late stage of corpse jumping, plus the first level of "Copper Skin and Iron Bones" of "Zombie Ancestor Incarnation", his full strength was definitely no less than 50,000 pounds. It can be said that if he encounters a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining, he doesn't need to dodge at all, he can just fly over and crush him to pieces in an instant.
But that was only when he was facing a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining. The black shadow in front of him was at least at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and more likely a powerful being who was half a step away from reaching the Golden Core stage.
One realm is like heaven and earth. A cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage can easily defeat dozens of cultivators in the late Qi Refining stage. The gap between them cannot be made up by numbers at all.
"Who am I?" The black shadow laughed, filled with murderous intent, and he locked onto Feng Qingyang without hesitation.
"I'm here to take your life."
As he finished speaking, a tremendous pressure came out like an overwhelming force. Feng Qingyang trembled all over, but he still stood there quietly. He clenched his fists tightly, and even if he died, he would burst out with all his strength.
"I have no grudge against you, why do you want to kill me? Even if I die, I must die knowingly!"
Hearing this, the black shadow sneered, but still said: "I think you also understand the principle that a man is innocent but guilty of hiding a wall."
After hearing this, Feng Qingyang had a general idea in his mind. He was afraid that the news that he had entered the Zombie King's cave and retired successfully had spread.
It’s just… it’s just that only the dead tree, the wind, thunder, rain and lightning know about this matter, is it possible
"Do you have the Ghost King's Order? If you hand it over, I can make you die quickly."
At this point he paused and continued, "Of course, you can also get it for myself!"
"The Ghost King's Order?" Feng Qingyang was stunned. He was originally wondering whether it was Ku Shu and others who leaked the information, but he unexpectedly heard such a strange thing.
"What Ghost King Order?" Feng Qingyang asked puzzledly.
"Playing dumb?" The black shadow obviously had no patience. He stood still and just clapped his hands casually.
Bang!
Feng Qingyang flew backwards in response, and finally stopped after crashing into several large trees.
It took him a long time to get up. He looked pale and shaky, but his red eyes were fixed on the black shadow.
"This is simply a sudden disaster. One day when I become powerful, I will trample all of you under my feet."
Even though Feng Qingyang managed to stand up, he was actually seriously injured by this casual blow. Although he appeared to be strong on the outside, his internal organs were nearly shattered by that blow.
He spat out a mouthful of blood foam and said, "I don't know what Ghost King Order you are talking about. If you want to kill me, you will have to pay the price."
"You are so stubborn and you are looking for death!"
"I think you are the one seeking death!" Feng Qingyang shouted, grabbed a handful of talisman paper in his hand, and threw the black shadow at it without thinking.
"Hurry up and give the order, hurry up!"
Boom boom boom.
In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, thunder roared, smoke filled the air, and the sounds of various explosions were heard.
These were all magic-level talismans that Feng Qingyang risked his life to get from the people of Maoshan. Now that they exploded together, they disrupted the attack of the black shadow in a short period of time.
"If you don't leave now, when will you leave?"