As I was thinking about it, I noticed that the atmosphere around me was not right.
He tightly grasped the Xuanhuang scabbard in his hand, and swept his cold eyes around. After reading it, he couldn't help but sneer, and then he bit his tongue as if nothing had happened to release his blood and engraved his own mark on the scabbard.
When the essence and blood entered the scabbard, a vague feeling suddenly arose in his heart. This scabbard had suppressed this place for an era, and the mark on it had long disappeared. This also gave Feng Qingyang an opportunity.
"Fellow Daoist, we have all gone through life and death together in this secret realm. If there is a crisis, we will go and resist it, but how can the treasure belong to you alone?"
Some people sneered with disdain, their tone full of dissatisfaction, as if they had forgotten that if it weren't for Feng Qingyang, they would have died in the blood-colored thread in the first passage.
Once someone spoke, naturally there would be a second person to speak. For a while, the sound of cold words came one after another, and some people even directly released their magic power.
Judging from their expressions, it seemed that if Feng Qingyang couldn't give a definite answer, they would kill him. For a moment, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and a murderous aura.
"Besides, everyone can see that this barrier is strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Not only you, but even I can break it easily." A man with a yellow face walked out of the crowd.
In his hand was a rosary made of bones, but the strange thing was that at every moment there was a ghost face on the rosary. The ghost face was vivid, as if he had forcibly extracted its soul and sealed it in the rosary.
His eyes were sinister and full of viciousness. He completely forgot that he was able to survive because of Feng Qingyang. On the contrary, his heart bled when he thought about how he missed the scabbard.
Little did he know that he had already become the first to stand out. Although many people had agreed with him before, they were not fools and naturally would not step forward to seek death.
Now that someone has appeared, it is naturally a good thing for others. As long as Feng Qingyang kills someone, they will have a reason to take action.
"Who are you?" Feng Qingyang held the scabbard in one hand and raised the other hand, pointing directly at the yellow-skinned man who was less than three feet away from him, his eyes vague and full of disdain.
It's not that his attitude was too arrogant, but he was already extremely angry at this moment. This group of ungrateful people, he saved their lives, but didn't ask for repayment. On the contrary, they came to snatch the treasure he had obtained.
If this was just any other simple item, he might not care, but this scabbard was of great importance, especially the two words "Xuan Huang" engraved on the wall of the scabbard, which made him determined not to let this item fall into the hands of others.
Thinking of this, his wandering gaze suddenly gathered together, and his two eyes were like shooting out sharp swords, directly shooting at the faces of the people behind him. It felt like thousands of knives were scraping his face, and it hurt so much that he almost cried out.
"I am the overlord of the wasteland exile area..."
"Enough, a group of scoundrels are trying to attract my attention. Are you tired of living?" The last few words were almost like thunder, and every word was heart-piercing. After the huge pressure was spoken again, it locked the man in an instant.
Hearing this, the man gritted his teeth, a flash of fear appeared in his eyes, and then turned into murderous intent. He jumped up and pounced on Feng Qingyang like lightning.
The murderous intent and humiliation in his heart, as well as the humiliating and mocking looks from the people around him, made him hate Feng Qingyang to death, who looked indifferent at the moment.
The moment he pounced, a fist-like black ripple suddenly appeared on his body, isolating everyone and wrapping him and Feng Qingyang in it.
"Field? A powerful mid-stage demon king?" Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows and thought to himself that it was troublesome. If the other party was just a simple demon king, it would be effortless for him to deal with him.
But if he is in the middle stage of Demon King, then it will be a bit troublesome. He cursed secretly and thought of a compromise in his mind in an instant. Firstly, it can shock everyone, and secondly, it is to show his supreme strength and prove that he is not a soft persimmon.
"Fellow Daoist, I'm not looking for trouble with you, but you are innocent but guilty for possessing a treasure." The hungry yellow man grinned and said nothing.
As he pounced forward, the black halo on his body became thicker and the rosary in his hand spun and suddenly became larger. Although it sounds like a long story, it was actually completed in a very short time.
The white rhino was silent. Seeing this scene, he originally wanted to take action to stop it, but his eyes flashed, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his face, and finally he stopped.
Feng Qingyang's expression was calm, with almost no change, but the moment he arrived, his eyes widened, his pupils suddenly turned scarlet, and he formed seals with his hands.
As the runes were rapidly stacked, eight runes suddenly rotated out of his body. It was so powerful at once that it was obvious that this was the curse technique that Feng Qingyang obtained from the powerful man who sealed the world.
This magical power has a strong inhibitory effect on all living beings in the world. If it were a cultivator stronger than him, Feng Qingyang would be suppressed. However, the man who appeared now, although at the middle stage of the demon king realm, was obviously a bit weak in Feng Qingyang's opinion.
And just as the runes were spinning, Feng Qingyang moved, like a bow shooting out an arrow, and rushed towards the hungry yellow man who was coming towards him in the void. His expression was indifferent and full of murderous intent, without any emotion, like the god of death walking in the world.
When he was approaching, he pointed his finger forward. As he pointed, the strong power of the spell directly penetrated the void and bombarded the rosary that was descending.
There was a red rumbling sound, but what was surprising was that the rosary was no match for Feng Qingyang's move. The moment it hit the rune, it all collapsed, as if it had derailed, and fell directly to the other end of the ground.
However, the rune continued to move forward with great force. As it rolled back in the void, there was a loud bang, which blew apart the black halo on the yellow man's body and directly hit the real body in the halo.
"Puff!" The hungry yellow man spat out a mouthful of blood, and an extremely clear hole appeared directly on his chest. This hole was not just as simple as bleeding, but it was like countless ants that began to eat away at the surroundings, making it impossible to repair itself.
"Little thing, I've known for a long time that you have hidden your cultivation. Do you think I am so easy to deal with?" The hungry yellow man laughed wildly, and along with his laughter, a mouthful of extremely rich blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth.
But at this moment, he had already fallen into madness and no longer cared about the injuries on his body. He pinched a seal with one hand and tapped the rosary that was shaken apart with the other hand, muttering something. Suddenly, his aura changed, like a beast that suddenly woke up, and his bloodshot eyes stared straight at Feng Qingyang.
"You can die now." He roared wildly, and the rosary beads began to merge while spinning, eventually turning into a black bead the size of a fist.
"not good."