He was able to reach the position of city lord, so naturally he had experienced many battles in his life. But when he heard what the commander-in-chief and his children said about Feng Qingyang, compared with him, what was his achievement
This... there is no comparison at all, a small witch meeting a big witch? Even though he is the lord of a city, the evil spirit on him is not as strong as Feng Qingyang's.
"Not only did he break through the second prison, but he also escaped from the White Rhino Cave Master's overwhelming pressure. What's even more terrifying is that the aura emitted by the White Rhino Cave Master is close to that of a late-stage demon king."
The young man trembled. Feng Qingyang's appearance at that time still appeared clearly in front of his eyes. He was so fragile and almost at the end of his strength, but he was so strong.
"In that case, we should keep this person. If we add our West City Gate, our strength will naturally increase by more than double." The city lord frowned, then waved his hand and ordered him to leave.
For a moment, the originally bustling hall was left with only the young man and the other two. The rest of the people either hid in the void or turned into long rainbows and disappeared on the spot.
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Inside the mansion, Feng Qingyang sat cross-legged on the bed. Beside him, a beautiful woman was lying flat on her back. She was still wrapped in his robe, and her breath was long, steady and peaceful.
There was a flash of light in her half-open eyes. At first glance, one almost thought she had woken up. However, Feng Qingyang, who had been in contact with her for a long time, knew that this was just a superficial phenomenon.
"No matter who you are, I saved you, so you owe me a favor." Feng Qingyang said in a low voice, not caring whether she could hear it on the bed or not. Then he got up and picked up the quilt to cover her body.
I walked to the side. The room was not big, but the interior was quite spacious and spotless. It did not have the exquisiteness of human rooms, but had a primitive and rough feeling.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, facing the gate, and with a wave of his hand, he planted a transparent ban. It wasn't that he was too confident, but being in an unfamiliar place, it wouldn't hurt to be careful.
"My bones are broken, but I still have 10% of my magic power." He smiled bitterly, but his heart was almost bleeding. He sighed that he was seriously injured again, but he didn't know that it was a blessing to be able to escape from the white rhino alive.
You know, his cultivation is close to the late stage of Demon King. If he is one step closer to that realm, he can become a Half-Step Great Sage.
There is no day or night in the wasteland of exile, but in this city, there is no such strange phenomenon. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, day and night still exist.
Just like at this moment, the night is getting darker, the moon is bright in the sky, and the cold light falls from the sky like a waterfall, shining through the window by the door and directly on Feng Qingyang.
At that moment, he suddenly let out a sound of relief. Zombies belong to the yin element and they also worship the moon. Compared to spiritual energy, the moonlight is naturally the best tonic.
He exerted his strength and opened the storage ring at the same time to check his collection. Fortunately, he usually fought a lot, so he collected countless spirit stones and elixirs.
At this moment, he glanced at the bald bird still sleeping on his shoulder and sighed. It would be great if it was awake. Who would have thought that this mysterious bald bird would be the legendary Saint Kong Xuan? Even it itself didn't know it.
He immediately raised his head and swallowed everything in the storage ring that could restore his cultivation. After all, he had the bloodline of the Corpse King and the Taiyin Sutra.
These two beings can naturally refine the elixir that enters their bodies quickly without having to worry about exploding and dying. After all, they can refine it quickly and convert it into magic power to feed back to Feng Qingyang.
As the night passed, the scars on his body gradually healed, at least there was no visible change on the outside. There was a soft aura about him, extremely feminine, like moonlight, but also revealing bursts of mystery, like a whirlpool, as long as you pay attention to it, you will be unable to extricate yourself.
He changed into a clean white robe, tied his messy long hair behind his head, and nodded with satisfaction. After a night's rest, although his cultivation had not recovered to its peak, his current magic power was enough for him to continue heading towards the Holy City of the West.
I stood up and looked up at the world outside the window. The moonlight was gone, but there was a hazy pale sky, which was a sign of the moon setting and the sun rising. At this moment, the bright moon and the bright sun existed at the same time.
Sure enough, after not long, the clouds in the sky rolled, and there seemed to be a strong wind in the sky. When the strong wind passed, the clouds disappeared, and were replaced by a not-so-dazzling sun and the bright moon that was about to retreat.
If you were to view this scene from the top of a high mountain, you would certainly feel that it was a paradise on earth. If you were accompanied by a beautiful woman, it would be even more wonderful.
The bright moon and the bright sun appear at the same time, and only at this moment, or in the evening, when the sun sets and the moon rises. They alternate once a day, but they intersect twice.
Their alternation leads to day and night, but it is also their alternation that leads to such beautiful scenery appearing twice in one day. Feng Qingyang stood by the window, staring blankly at the sky.
One red and one white, they were like the eyes of the sky, looking down at the earth below, controlling all living things on the earth. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a sense of the vastness of the world.
"When can I truly reach the top?" He spoke softly, and the first thing he thought of was not anything else, but his own mission and the fate that the zombie clan carried.
Soon, scenes from the past emerged in his mind, including General Ying Gou and Liu Ruchen since his debut, and the Zombie King who used the Qi Tian magic on him.
Just like playing a movie, after filtering out other things, it appears deeply in the brain. The past is unbearable to look back on, but when looking back, one will feel a sense of vicissitudes.
The fate that the zombie clan bears may not be so earth-shattering, but it is unprecedented and unparalleled. Especially after he came into the world, everything he experienced and the fog he gradually sensed made him a little confused.
"Why did the four ancient gods turn against each other? I belong to the lineage of Hou Zun, Xiao Zhu belongs to the lineage of Nuwa, so where are the remaining two Taoists? What kind of existence is the Xuanhuang Great World mentioned by Tianhuan Saint and Tiandu Immortal?"
The more he thought about it, the more confused he felt, almost suffocating him. In a moment of distraction, he suddenly felt someone coming towards him from outside the mansion. He collected his thoughts, buried the complexity and memories on his face deep in his heart, and replaced them with a mask-like smile.
Just as he waved his hand to remove the ban, the man's breath gradually got closer, and he arrived here almost at the same time, stood outside the door, and looked ahead with melancholy.