As soon as these words were spoken, sighs were heard from all directions.
Everyone turned their heads and looked for the person who was talking. You have to know that every person wearing a bamboo hat on this platform is a demon with a very powerful background and is extremely ferocious.
There are very few people who dare to speak to him like this, almost rare, and even the master of Suzaku Hall felt a hint of worry in his heart.
Among this group of demons in bamboo hats, there are some that even she cannot afford to offend.
But what was strange was that the man in the bamboo hat was not angry at all for Feng Qingyang's unreasonableness. Although murderous intent was emanating from his body, he did not have the intention to kill.
"This bone is called Wu!"
After a long time, a low voice came from under the bamboo hat. As he spoke, the surroundings fell into an uproar again. Even they had never expected that he would be so easy to talk to.
You know, there were some ungrateful Daohua realm masters who came to provoke, but they were all beaten to pieces here in an instant.
It can be said that the Wanmo area, except for the Duobao Pavilion, is also a pure land. Although fighting can be carried out on all sides, no one on the platform dares to be unreasonable to these people wearing bamboo hats.
"witch?"
Feng Qingyang was shocked and frowned, but his heart was filled with waves. No wonder he felt a sense of déjà vu.
Back then in the Wuzhen tribe, which was a secret place in the world of cultivation, there existed the Witch Clan in the world created by the thoughts of Heaven and the thoughts of the ancient powerful zombies.
"But they don't seem to be real, but illusions of thoughts." Feng Qingyang didn't understand. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the world of cultivation was so complicated and everything was full of mystery. Until now, he could no longer distinguish the real from the fake.
In the Wangyue clan, the last words of Tiandu Immortal and Wangyue Saint, as well as everything he saw from them, made him feel like he was trapped in a whirlpool.
"I want to see if this is true or not!"
Damn it, Feng Qingyang raised his hand, and there was a sudden roar in his body. The powerful magic power instantly formed a vortex with great suction force, sweeping across the skeleton in front of the man in the bamboo hat.
At the moment of contact, the skeleton shook and a strange light emanated from it, instantly shattering Feng Qingyang's small vortex.
After the first attack failed, he did not stop, but attacked again in an instant. The roar in his body was like thunder, rolling through his body. A stream of blood shot out along his fingers, and the moment it appeared, it formed a big sword over ten feet long, which he once again pointed at the bottom of the skeleton.
His move made everyone around him swallow their saliva. They breathed rapidly and stared at him in amazement, speculating about his origins.
However, when he saw the Master of the Suzaku Hall behind him, he was instantly relieved, thinking to himself that perhaps he was someone from the sixth floor. Only such a person would dare to be so arrogant and reckless.
All of this was done in an instant. Despite this, the man in the bamboo hat next to the skeleton did not change. He seemed to be blind to Feng Qingyang's sword. He still lowered his head, letting the bamboo hat deeply cover his face.
The sword slashed through the void, and the sharp and piercing sound moved the heaven and earth, creating ripples that spread in all directions like ripples, raising a cloud of dust.
Moreover, at the moment of flashing, a red mist burst out from the big sword, like thick blood, bringing with it bursts of ghosts howling.
"You think you can take my skull?"
The man in the bamboo hat growled, and this time he did not remain indifferent. Instead, when the big sword was about to approach, he raised his right hand and pointed it downward. He did not attack Feng Qingyang, but pointed it at the skull in front of him.
"witch!"
An extremely distant roar was heard from it, the sound was not loud, but it was extremely heavy, and a black halo spread out with a hint of heaviness.
This black halo was also extremely strange. It was divided into two layers, inside and outside, which rotated in an interlaced manner. At the moment of rotation, a huge bony hand stretched out from the halo. This hand was shaped like a human hand, but had six fingers, and the nails were long and sharp. The moment it stretched out, it collided with the sword swung by Feng Qingyang.
A dull sound was heard, not a roar, but it filled everyone's ears with a feeling of oppression, and everyone's heart and blood were beating, as if they had suffered a severe blow.
After the sound spread, the black light circle kept cutting in all directions, and the white bone hand in it even caught Feng Qingyang's bloody sword, completely freezing it in the void, preventing it from moving forward even a little bit, not even a breath.
"If you want this item, you can only exchange it for equal value. If you just want to look at it, you have to pay 100,000 spirit stones. Otherwise, there's no point in talking." The man in the bamboo hat spoke, his tone already a little stiff.
This stiffness was not due to fear, but the fact that he was on the verge of going berserk. Everyone heard the sternness in his tone and knew that he was powerful, so they pushed away in all directions.
As a result, the platform that was originally crowded with people was suddenly empty. Within a radius of ten feet, there was no one except the Master of the Suzaku Hall who was still standing there.
As soon as the man in the bamboo hat finished speaking, he felt an ominous feeling in his heart. When the bony hand fixed the bloody sword, everything should have been settled. However, when he glanced at Feng Qingyang out of the corner of his eye, he found a sneer on the corner of his mouth.
Almost at the moment he discovered it, the blood-red sword that was fixed suddenly changed, and a red finger of the Hua clan expanded in a flash, with a touch of destructive aura on it. It shook violently, and endless strange phenomena surrounded the blood-red finger.
"burst!"
Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and he uttered a word, like a command to heaven and earth. At that moment, a roar was heard, and the bloody fingers and the intertwined white bone hands exploded at the same time.
A large amount of bloody air blasted in all directions. The man in the bamboo hat's eyes flashed. He folded his hands and pressed his finger towards the skeleton that was shaking on the ground again, pouring powerful magic power into it.
Despite this, they still lost the initiative and could not withstand the killing and corrosive power unleashed by the blood-colored finger. They were like a swarm of blood-colored locusts, covering the sky and the earth, densely swarming in all directions, so that the area of ten feet in radius was submerged in a sea of blood-colored locusts.
This time, the expression of the man in the bamboo hat finally changed, but because of the bamboo hat on his head, no one could see it. However, the fluctuations in his breath were clearly seen by them.
His fingers pointed repeatedly, and the skeleton below kept emitting a humming sound. The black halo grew larger and larger, sucking in the fragments of the originally exploded white bone hand, turning it into a gust of wind, frantically sweeping away the blood-red locusts in all directions.
The rumbling sound continued to be heard, but everyone discovered that no matter how the man in the bamboo hat used his magical powers, he eventually lost the initiative and was firmly suppressed by Feng Qingyang. He could only resist without any attack.