As he said this, he withdrew, but unfortunately the result went against his will. He had underestimated the strength of the black shadow.
Following an angry roar, Feng Qingyang was pinned to the ground again. His bones were creaking. If he had not cultivated his 'copper skin and iron bones', he would have turned into a pile of minced meat long ago.
"You evil beast, you are seeking death."
As the voice was heard, the smoke disappeared instantly, and only the black shadow's robe was seen to have some holes, looking a little dishevelled.
Indeed, in his eyes, Feng Qingyang was just like an ant, and he could pinch him however he wanted. But who would have known that he would be tricked by this tiny ant.
The overwhelming magic-level talismans exploded instantly, there were at least twenty of them. Although they did not threaten his life, they caught him off guard and he almost fainted.
"Come here!" He opened his big hands and a suction force appeared out of nowhere, and Feng Qingyang flew towards him involuntarily.
“Crack!”
He tightly grasped Feng Qingyang's neck as if he was holding a chicken. He originally had murderous intentions towards Feng Qingyang, and now he was attacked by surprise, his murderous intent was even more exposed. If he had not received the "Ghost King Order" yet, he would have killed him long ago.
"Tell me, where is the Ghost King's Order?"
Feng Qingyang was unable to move his whole body. Even though he had advanced to the late stage of corpse jumping, he still had no power to fight back when facing such a powerful person.
It can be considered as his bad luck that since his debut, he has been repeatedly hunted down by people stronger than himself, and he was severely beaten every time.
"I don't know what Ghost King Order you are talking about!" Feng Qingyang stared at him with red eyes and squeezed out these few words from between his teeth. He was telling the truth, but the black shadow man felt that Feng Qingyang was deceiving him.
With force on his hands, Feng Qingyang's pale face suddenly turned purple. The lack of oxygen in his brain made him feel that he was about to die. Coupled with the fact that he was surrounded by a powerful pressure, he even felt that he was already dead at that moment.
“Are you going to tell me or not… If you don’t, I will suck out your soul alive and make you half dead!” The black shadow was a little furious. The explosion of the talisman before might have alarmed some existence. If he delayed for a while, someone would come.
Feng Qingyang had obviously guessed something. Even though his neck was strangled, he never gave up the chance to struggle. As long as he was still alive, there was still a chance!
"Want to struggle?" The dark figure laughed angrily, lifted his neck and threw him headfirst to the ground.
Boom boom boom!
This continued for more than ten times, and Feng Qingyang smashed a big hole in the solid ground beneath his feet.
"You're going to tell me or not!"
"I'm talking to your mother!"
Feng Qingyang shook his head and felt golden light in his eyes. Even a clay Buddha would get angry, let alone Feng Qingyang, the owner of the Corpse King bloodline. When had he ever been so humiliated and defeated by others
Even when he was being hunted, he had never been so cowardly.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. A flame of anger suddenly burned in his chest. At this moment, his entire temperament had changed, becoming extremely cold. Although he was still being pinched by the neck by the black shadow man, his eyes were full of contempt and indifference.
The shadowy figure was startled by what he saw and reached out to throw him out.
Snap!
Feng Qingyang's body was finally broken, and his left hand was obviously broken, but he gritted his teeth and stood up without even a grunt.
"you… "
The black shadow was about to say something, but suddenly stopped, and with a sudden sound, it turned into black smoke and disappeared into the sky.
"puff!"
Watching him leave inexplicably, Feng Qingyang finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, twitching from time to time. He looked inside and found that his internal organs were all displaced. Fortunately, he had a strong vitality.
"Brother Qingyang..."
An urgent shout came from afar. Hearing this familiar voice, Feng Qingyang's originally nervous mood immediately calmed down.
"Finally safe! Damn it!" He cursed in anger, grabbed his left shoulder with his right hand and twisted it hard.
Crunch!
He put the broken bones together without even frowning.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
After a few thuds of feet landing on the ground, an old man quickly ran towards Feng Qingyang. When he saw Feng Qingyang's miserable appearance, he was shocked and quickly used his magic power to heal him.
The person who came was none other than the old Taoist with a half-step golden elixir.
"How are you, little brother Qingyang?"
"I'm fine!" Feng Qingyang said with a gloomy face and no emotion at all. The healing power of the dead tree had effectively stopped his injuries, and his displaced internal organs were gradually recovering.
When the sky was about to turn light, Feng Qingyang finally recovered. Looking at the old Taoist priest with an anxious face, he was speechless.
He originally thought that he had found a place to stay after arriving at the Ghost King Sect, but he almost died here on the first night. It would be a lie to say that he did not blame the old Taoist withered tree, but he also blamed himself, because it was he who wanted to follow out quietly.
Who could have imagined that disaster would come from the sky when people don't go out
"If I were stronger, I wouldn't have suffered such humiliation." The thought of being held upside down by the neck and the feeling of being unable to fight back made him extremely angry.
"Don't look down on the poor youngster. I will find you when I become stronger."
"Brother Qingyang... that person... did you see what that person looks like?" Ku Shu said with a wry smile, feeling very sorry in his heart.
If he hadn't just wanted to see Feng Qingyang before, and hadn't just sensed a strong fluctuation of magical power, Feng Qingyang would have been killed by the shadowy figure long ago.
"I didn't see him... But I'm sure he's from your sect, and..."
He paused and continued, "And his strength is definitely not lower than yours!"
Upon hearing this, the withered tree's expression changed, as if he had guessed something, and then his face became gloomy.
"Are they going to take action so soon?!"
"What do you mean by action?" Feng Qingyang asked repeatedly with sharp ears. As soon as he arrived, he made a life-and-death feud. He would not be a gentleman if he did not take revenge. Now that he heard a clue, he was of course very anxious.
The old Taoist priest behind the withered tree looked at Feng Qingyang, hesitated for a long time, and finally told him some hidden secrets.
"Our Ghost King Sect may seem powerful in the eyes of outsiders, but in fact, we are divided into ten factions and are not a monolithic group."
Feng Qingyang is so smart that he thought of a lot of things after hearing this sentence.
"A factional dispute? That has nothing to do with me!"
This question stumped the old Taoist with the withered tree, because he had promised the sect leader and that important figure that he would never reveal any information to Feng Qingyang.
"Let's talk about it when we get back." He waved a black cloud without hesitation, picked up Feng Qingyang and headed towards the Ghost King Sect...