The Master of the Vermillion Bird Hall was confused by Feng Qingyang's murmurs, but he still followed his gaze.
At the end of his sight, which was the center of the third floor, there was a man sitting cross-legged. This man had a bald head and opened his eyes in an instant amid Feng Qingyang's murmurs.
The two looked at each other, as if they had a thousand words to say. Feng Qingyang's eyes were hazy, and he felt as if they were in another world, but the haziness was only fleeting and then turned into coldness.
The bald man sat cross-legged on the spot. The moment he opened his eyes, black mist surrounded his body, forming an extremely cold armor, and his whole body was filled with a gloomy feeling.
"You... are not him!"
Feng Qingyang spoke, ignoring the Suzaku Hall Master behind him. His figure flashed away, and when he appeared again, he had already come to the side of the bald man.
The bald man snorted coldly, and the moment Feng Qingyang arrived, his body shook, and in the blink of an eye he came to the corner of the third floor, looking at Feng Qingyang with a cold gaze.
The air seemed to condense at this moment, and the temperature dropped several degrees. The two of them just looked at each other and a strong murderous intent burst out.
The head of the Suzaku Hall was shocked all over. She naturally didn't understand why Feng Qingyang behaved like that when he saw the bald man, so she could only hold her breath and stand aside, feeling quite at a loss.
The entire third floor seemed extremely violent after Feng Qingyang's gaze shot out, and a faint phantom appeared behind him.
As soon as this phantom appeared, it filled the entire third floor. The black halo had a similar aura to the bald man's black armor.
But the difference was that his was cold, while Feng Qingyang's was deep and domineering. Wherever Feng Qingyang's eyes passed, there was an immediate shock.
The gaze that seemed to freeze the entire person fell into the eyes of the few other people on the third floor, merged into the void, and sprinkled on every inch of the third floor.
For a moment, everyone exclaimed. Although Feng Qingyang's cultivation was only at the late stage of the Dao Entry Realm, the aura he exuded was indescribably domineering, which almost made them feel desperate.
"Feng Qingyang!"
Just when the atmosphere was becoming increasingly wrong, the bald man retracted his cold gaze, turned it into a calm expression, and called out Feng Qingyang's name deeply.
This low voice was familiar yet strange. Looking at the bald man in front of him, Feng Qingyang's eyes kept seeing a person, whose figure gradually overlapped and merged with his.
"Who are you and why are you here!?"
This short sentence contained all the doubts in his heart. Although this person was similar to the one in his memory, they were definitely not the same person.
But if you say that the two of them have no connection, he will be able to recognize who he is at the first moment. If you say that there is no connection, he will not believe it even if you kill him.
"who I am?"
The bald man grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, but the cold aura on his body became even stronger, and his eyes were as fast as lightning, more like two knives, scraping deeply on Feng Qingyang's face.
"Lu Zhishen is me. I am Lu Zhishen!"
Damn it, he suddenly spoke, and his words were like thunder, instantly roaring in Feng Qingyang's ears, making him turn pale and turn into madness in an instant.
"Impossible! When I first came to the spirit world, I vaguely remember seeing someone from the Lu family. He existed at that time!"
Feng Qingyang shouted angrily. He naturally didn't believe it. If it was really that Monk Hua, the two of them would naturally drink and chat happily when they met. How could they burst into murderous intent against each other at first sight
Feng Qingyang looked at the bald man, suddenly raised his right hand and waved it in the air. A curtain of light suddenly appeared in the void, and scenes of time flashed in it, like a painting being opened.
The void blossomed and appeared before everyone's eyes. Behind them, the head of the Suzaku Hall looked at the scene appearing in the sky and immediately understood the source, but was even more surprised.
"Is he so powerful in the underworld?"
She clearly saw every word Feng Qingyang said and every thing he did while climbing Tiandu Peak, and the people on the third floor who were vaguely visible in all directions could also see it clearly.
For a moment, the only sound here was heavy breathing. Looking at Feng Qingyang wrapped in a black phantom, they remembered that someone came to break through a few days ago. That person rotated the drum twelve times and even walked across the third iron chain.
“It’s him!”
There were many people who were shocked, but it only lasted for a moment, and then they fell silent, looking at Feng Qingyang and Lu Zhishen with unfriendly eyes.
It seemed that they had sensed something and that a fight was very likely to break out here. Thinking of this, some people quickly retreated to the rear, fearing that the fish pond would be affected.
"You said I'm not him, so what proof do you have?"
The bald monk looked at the light curtain waved by Feng Qingyang and was silent for a long time. When he looked at Feng Qingyang again, there was a complexity in his eyes.
At the moment he spoke, his eyes flickered, as if someone was about to come out.
"You are not him, if I say you are not him, then you are not him!"
Feng Qingyang blurted out, and as soon as he said this, his aura surged, and the phantom behind him turned into a solid entity in an instant. The cold and desolate murderous aura filled the small third floor, deeply stirring the nerves of everyone present.
"If you don't tell me, I won't force you. I will find him one day, and that will be the day you die!" Feng Qingyang's expression returned to normal and he spoke lightly.
Immediately, he swung his sleeves and turned around. He no longer looked at what was on the third floor. He looked at the silent Suzaku Hall Master, raised his right hand and drew a line at the void in front of him.
There was a loud roar, and a stone slab suddenly appeared in the originally empty space. And when he scratched the stone slab, countless crackling sounds were heard.
When the remnant sound faded away, everyone saw a carving inside, a small pavilion with two people sitting facing each other.
"snort!"
The bald man snorted coldly, but his eyes were also looking at the empty stone slab. He put the stone slab away with a wave of his sleeve. His originally cold eyes changed again. In addition to being complicated, there was also a hint of distortion.
"Then I wish you good luck. Maybe you will find him, but I advise you not to keep looking. Some things are beyond your imagination."
The conversation between the two sounded a little confusing to everyone, but only Feng Qingyang knew the meaning of it. He looked at the bald man deeply and stopped talking.
The moment he turned around, he walked towards the second floor, leaving behind a seemingly aloof but cold back. The Master of the Suzaku Hall was silent for a while and then followed him.
The fate of the four hall masters is controlled by Feng Qingyang, so she cannot leave. She must follow him wherever he goes.
After the two left, the place fell into desolation again. The previous irritability and change in atmosphere were like a flash in the pan, like a dream.