As he spoke, he straightened his clothes, bowed and stepped forward.
This situation, this scene, this sincerity, can be said to be full of momentum, without any falsehood, and the bow reveals a sincere awe and piety.
In the eyes of outsiders, his bow was a grand show, but in the eyes of the true spirit, it was not the case. Others might not understand the purpose of his release of demonic energy.
But in the eyes of the true spirit, it is a different picture. Although he has been in seclusion for many years, he is not a person who is oblivious to what is happening outside.
He naturally knew clearly about Feng Qingyang's ascension to the Nine Heavens Palace and becoming the seventh disciple of the Lord of the City of Sin. At the beginning, he even lamented why he did not have such a disciple.
And so, the young man who I once sighed about is now standing clearly in front of me. In the final analysis, I have a special feeling in my heart, that is appreciation and admiration.
Although he is a human cultivator, he does not make racial distinctions and does not think that zombies should be puppets. It is precisely because of this that he can become a true spirit, a true spirit respected by thousands of demons.
The ancient sword swayed and finally settled down, as a response to Feng Qingyang's greeting. After all, his existence might represent the lord of the city of sin.
He was not an ordinary person, so he naturally knew who the city lord was. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze from Feng Qingyang. There was no change in his expression, but Feng Qingyang could clearly feel a sense of emotion.
"Senior, I have something to ask of you."
After thinking for a while, Feng Qingyang finally spoke. He didn't want to see the chaos below. Of course, this was just on the surface. In the final analysis, he wanted to use the cultivators to help himself pass the tribulation smoothly. However, this was selfish, and he would not say it out loud.
As he spoke, the cultivators in the four major cities and the land of exile all fell silent, looking at Feng Qingyang in confusion. Only the powerful man who had entered the forbidden land with him had a strange look on his face, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
The true spirit was silent. It did not agree, but it did not refuse either. Instead, it looked at Feng Qingyang deeply. Its deep eyes were particularly bright, like a star.
He naturally knew what Feng Qingyang wanted to say and originally wanted to refuse, but if he did so, he would be directly going against the will of the City of Sin.
The City of Sin is different from other forces, especially the Nine-Layered Heaven Palace. The Nine-Layered Heaven Palace is a vast world. Although it belongs to the spiritual world, it is a small world opened up by the city lord alone.
There are only seven people there, each of them is a super powerful man who is famous throughout the ages. The eldest disciple Qian Shangli was on par with him a thousand years ago. Now, a thousand years have passed, he is still the same, but what about Qian Shangli
It is rumored that his mysterious sword skills can cut out a reincarnation with one sword. If the eldest disciple is so powerful, how much more powerful are the other disciples
What's more, at this moment, a small token appeared in Feng Qingyang's palm. This token was the identity mark of Chongtian Palace. It was obvious that Feng Qingyang was using the title of the city lord.
As a result, he had to buy face, but in his heart he secretly admired Feng Qingyang's meticulous mind. He originally thought that he was just a young, frivolous and arrogant young man.
But now it seems that the other party is not arrogant at all. He is clearly a wise man with courage and strategy. He has the will to go against the will of heaven, but he is not stupid like a reckless man.
"Tell me, what's the matter." The True Spirit spoke lightly. As soon as these words came out, the people below, especially those in the four major cities, all widened their eyes and looked at the True Spirit sitting cross-legged on the ancient sword in the sky in disbelief.
Since ancient times, the True Spirits seldom spoke, and even if they did, it was not like this. They did not know Feng Qingyang's identity, so they did not understand why the True Spirits would give him face after Feng Qingyang bowed.
"How can we spare the people in the exile land below?" Feng Qingyang was very smart. He did not beg for mercy directly, but kicked the question to the True Spirit.
Just like practicing Tai Chi, he cannot be the first to reveal his thoughts, otherwise he will only put himself in a passive situation. If he kicks the problem to the other party, perhaps the situation will change.
As expected, as soon as these words came out, everyone's faces changed drastically. Even Zhen Ling couldn't help but look at Feng Qingyang twice more. Looking at him below, Feng Qingyang was neither humble nor arrogant, with wise eyes flashing. Although he was a little displeased with his cleverness at this time.
But over the endless years, especially after he became a true spirit, it seemed that he was the first person who dared to speak to him like this. He couldn't help but laugh to himself, and instead felt more expectant in his heart, wanting to see what Feng Qingyang wanted to do.
"The exiled cultivators are all extremely evil people. Each of them has committed a heinous crime and is therefore imprisoned here. Tell me, how can I let them go?"
Feng Qingyang was smart, but Zhen Ling was not stupid either. He had practiced Taoism for thousands of years, so how could he be the kind of old and decadent person who stuck to the old ways? Since Feng Qingyang wanted to practice Tai Chi with him, he might as well play with him for a while.
Zhen Ling secretly laughed in his heart, he never thought that he would have such a funny scene. His words made Feng Qingyang stunned, and made everyone below stare in shock.
The god-like true spirit was actually chatting and laughing with a cultivator he met for the first time. It may not be said that there will be no more friends in the future, but this is definitely unprecedented.
"If it exists, there must be a reason for it to exist. Senior, do you know about my zombie clan?"
Feng Qingyang said this with profound meaning, directing the question to himself in one sentence. In this way, no matter how the true spirit answered, it would not be perfect.
Even if it is said that the zombie clan cannot exist in the world, their appearance is personally guided by the great god Hou Zun. And if it is said that they can exist in the world, they will be suppressed by the way of heaven.
The true spirit was silent for a moment, and after a moment, his eyes flashed, and he just happened to see Feng Qingyang's eyes rolling around, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy.
For countless years, everyone in the world has believed that true spirits are cold and heartless, but everyone knows that they also have flesh and blood.
Today, when he happened to see Feng Qingyang, the old man's frozen heart suddenly felt a kind of love, which was the love of an elder for his descendants in the next generation.
It can be said that if Feng Qingyang were to beg for mercy in a servile manner, it would probably only backfire. Not only would it damage his own status, but it would also cause disgust from the true spirit.
And now, his actions just happened to win the favor of the True Spirit, plus his own identity was unusual.
Not only does he have the identity of a disciple of the Jiuchongtian Palace, he also has the title of the Feng Shui Son of the Ghost King Sect. Countless halos gathered together make him look particularly extraordinary.
"I know about the zombie clan, but what does this have to do with whether or not to let go of the people below?" Zhen Ling pretended to be confused and avoided the main point.
The people from the four major cities looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering why the True Spirit was so talkative today and chatted for such a long time with someone he had just met.