An old man with a gloomy face walked out from the crowd and went straight to Qian Duoduo. He looked at Feng Qingyang lying on the ground with cold eyes and sneered, with disdain in his eyes.
"It's just a little zombie."
Although the voice was small, it reached the ears of everyone present. His words instantly set off a storm among the crowd, sweeping across the two major camps of the Qian family.
The faction headed by the elders compromised again, and some even walked out of the crowd and came to the Wang family camp. Their compromise undoubtedly encouraged the arrogance of the Wang family again.
Some monks with mixed feelings came out one after another. Perhaps because of Feng Qingyang's injury, their inner fear dropped to the lowest point. They looked at Feng Qingyang with cold brows and unfriendly eyes.
Despite this, many young men from the Qian family came forward and continued to fight against the Wang family. With the attitude of rather dying in glory than living in disgrace, they made a desperate effort!
"Is human nature fickle?" Feng Qingyang murmured softly. Their changes were not beyond his expectations. He had already felt it before he came.
If everyone is united and has a common goal, they will not be surrounded like an iron barrel. Fortunately, there are still some young people with more blood.
Thinking of this, he pushed Qian Duoduo's hand away and stood there without saying a word. However, even a fool could see that Feng Qingyang seemed to be at the end of his strength at this time.
His pale face could not hide his eyes as sharp as knives. He raised his head and a strong wind blew in all directions, blowing the messy long hair beside him behind his head.
For a moment, the golden light was brilliant, and although it was not shining brightly, it looked like the sun in their eyes. They did not dare to look it in the face. Just one glance made the fear that the Wang family monks had suppressed grow out like a hot knife through butter.
"Brother Monkey, do you have the confidence to stop the other three?" Feng Qingyang looked straight at the old man holding the magic sword in front of him without even turning his head, his eyes flickering.
If this person, one of the strongest men from the Wang family, really wanted to kill him, he could just use the Holy Lord's will. But for some reason, he always wanted to kill him with his own hands, whether it was for the Blood Dance Demon Sword or for other reasons.
The Holy Prince stood beside Feng Qingyang, holding a big stick. He also did not look back, but the strong fighting spirit in his body was silently telling Feng Qingyang that he had the confidence.
Although the two are not from the same world, they have the same fighting spirit and are not afraid of power. No matter how powerful the opponent is, they will not succumb to their own will.
“With my spirit Feng Qingyang, I call upon the way of sealing the world, the power of the way of spell - out!” After the word “out” appeared, the heavenly eye opened, and in an instant the world fell into a hazy state of rules.
There was an ear-piercing buzzing sound coming from the air. It seemed that the power of the curse that sealed the world across the world was actually resonating with him, and it seemed that it could come here from the sealed world at any time.
The entire ground was shaking, and a special kind of pressure shrouded the area within a thousand feet. The appearance of this pressure shocked everyone, especially the trembling earth. Although it was not very obvious, every pressure could stir everyone's hearts.
Although the Palm Realm is separated from the Sealed Realm and there is a world seal, it is still an existence in the spiritual world. When Feng Qingyang began to call, the largest rune in his body began to tremble.
Each vibration had a special rhythm that rippled across the heavens. In the distant sealed realm, the wind was rising and the clouds were surging, as countless incantatory powers were used at full speed in one direction.
When it gathered to a certain extent, due to some special connection, it directly broke through the void and connected the two places together. Almost at the moment of breaking, a violent storm appeared above Feng Qingyang's head.
The violent storm poured down, covering an area of dozens of feet in radius, like a long and leisurely river, winding and undulating, appearing and disappearing, like a dragon escaping into the void.
This river is only a small part of the power of the curse. The rest of the place is connected to the sealed boundary. As long as Feng Qingyang is willing, he can summon more power of the curse at any time.
Before this, if Feng Qingyang was possessed by the dead old man in his body, he would probably be able to summon him, but after all, he eventually died at the hands of King Chujiang. Therefore, the remaining will could only be inherited by him.
The power of the spell transformed into a swimming dragon, spinning in all directions. Although it was only a few dozen feet long, it was inexhaustible. After connecting with Feng Qingyang, it found the source of its convergence.
"Hmph, you evil heretics, you dare to run rampant in my realm?" The old man from the Wang family waved his magic sword, and the red blood cloud came again, enveloping him like a demon god.
"Destroy the demon!" The old man was in mid-air, his shaking body seemed to be about to fall at any time. He looked at Feng Qingyang with a cold gaze, and finally raised the Blood Dance Demon Sword in his hand and swung it down at Feng Qingyang.
With this wave, the spirit of the Blood Dance Demon Sword appeared in an instant and transformed into two demon dragons again. The ferocious dragon heads stretched out, with their fangs and claws bared, as if they were ready to swallow Feng Qingyang into their stomachs at any time.
"The art of curse - Explode!" Feng Qingyang did not dodge or evade. The opponent had a magic dragon, but he was not weak either. Although his cultivation was only at the peak of the flying zombie level, his actual combat power was enough to challenge a mid-stage Dao realm master!"
With the arrival of the spirit of the magic sword, Feng Qingyang clasped his hands together, and countless spell runes appeared in his hands, and finally he pointed forward.
At the same time, his whole body shook, and almost at the moment he pointed his finger, he vomited blood. The backlash caused by the overbearing power of the curse was so strong.
The endless void exploded, and a dragon transformed by the power of the spell appeared instantly. Its huge body was like a hill, and it circled in the wind. The dragon head stretched out and collided with the spirit of the magic sword in the sky.
Both of them were extreme forces, like a tit-for-tat clash of blades. After just a moment of contact, a strong pressure exploded out. Suddenly, a rumbling sound was heard between heaven and earth, and the storm that was raised directly annihilated the surrounding void.
As it spread, even the sky and earth seemed to have ripples. These ripples were like scales, flashing dazzling cold light as they swayed. The violent force blew away everyone present.
During the collision, the power of the curse continued to merge and dissipate, and finally it turned into a nimble little snake, which drilled into the body of the magic sword spirit with a whoosh.
The old man from the Wang family sneered, thinking to himself, "You are overestimating yourself. Even if you are a genius, so what? I will still kill you." Seeing Feng Qingyang lose again, the people around him sighed again.
The young men of the Qian family have fallen to their lowest point, their morale is gradually declining, and they secretly sigh that they are afraid that they will not be able to escape today. Thinking of this, a feeling of sadness wells up in their hearts.
But at this moment, a cry of surprise was heard, and everyone looked up, only to see that the powerful old man of the Wang family was shaking violently, and suddenly he spat out a mouthful of blood, and a faint thread appeared on his body!