Zhen Ling spoke softly, seeming to see Feng Qingyang's seriousness. Coupled with a hint of obsession in his eyes, Zhen Ling suddenly thought of his past self.
It is precisely because of a certain obsession that he has been able to come this far on the path of cultivation and become a powerful being respected by everyone regardless of race—a true spirit!
Feng Qingyang was delighted and secretly thanked the true spirit in the void for agreeing to his request. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the other party suddenly looking at him, and a pair of cold eyes suddenly flashed.
"You owe me a favor this time. When the catastrophe comes in the future, you must protect my true spirit once." His mind was turned upside down, and the voice of his true spirit suddenly appeared.
Feng Qingyang nodded. He knew that the other party had seen through his tricks, but still chose to help him. It was obvious that he wanted to establish a good relationship with him.
He was more than happy to be able to have a relationship with such a powerful person, so he nodded, looked deeply at Zhen Ling, straightened his clothes, and bowed to him again after getting dressed neatly.
"I respect the order of the senior." After saying that, he flew down into the void and stood with Liu Xuan and others. Everyone heard clearly the answer from the True Spirit.
The four major cities were stunned. They didn't understand why the decisive and murderous true spirits would let go of all the exiled cultivators. When they were about to open their mouths to explain, the void shook.
A huge hand descended from the sky, like the might of heaven descending to the earth, and it grabbed all of the dozen or so peak powers among the exiled cultivators, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Always leave a way out for everything. There are three thousand roads, so doesn't that mean there is a glimmer of hope for escape?" In the distance, the ethereal voice of a true spirit came slowly, as if telling the people of the four major cities, and as if speaking to Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang was silent. He looked at the identity token in his hand, took a deep breath and put it away. It was the first time he felt that his identity was so intimidating.
The reason why the True Spirit agreed to his request was, firstly, because of his identity, which was of utmost importance. If he was not a disciple of the Nine Heavens Palace, if he had not left behind great deeds in his adventures in the spirit world, how could the True Spirit easily agree to his request
You must know that the exiled cultivators are a great scourge, they do not distinguish between good and evil and only know how to kill. Letting them go today will only suppress the killing temporarily, and after a few years, this place will grow again and threaten the four major cities in all directions.
Everyone knew this, but he still agreed to Feng Qingyang's request, which shows how sincere his heart is. If someone else had begged for mercy at this time, the True Spirit would probably have ignored it.
Another point is that Feng Qingyang is a member of the zombie clan, which is particularly unique in the world. Although they are suppressed by heaven and earth, their way of doing things seems to be blessed by something.
Somehow, perhaps in a non-existent world, there really is a holy land for the zombie clan, and he - perhaps he just accidentally drifted here.
Back then, the Qiong Zun wanted to destroy the heavenly way of this place and create a new heaven. Isn't this what the subconscious represents? Although Zhen Ling is not a saint, his lofty status and powerful cultivation make him like a saint in the local area.
The True Spirit flew away, taking with it a dozen peak warriors. This was the first time he saw the True Spirit take action, but it was just a wave of its hand. There was no collapse of the sky or the earth, nor was there any vast doomsday power.
Some of them were just effortless, some were just light and calm. Those powerful peak existences still could not survive a single move in his hands, and were then forcibly suppressed and taken away by the true spirits.
"Please ask more fellow Taoists to save us." In the distance, countless exiled cultivators all bowed to Feng Qingyang, no matter what they had done in the past, whether they were unforgivable evildoers or had committed heinous crimes.
But this bow was particularly sincere. After all, Feng Qingyang saved their lives, and they had a karmic relationship, so this bow was justified.
When a cultivator cultivates Taoism, what he cultivates is his original mind. Although he did not know whether the demon race also chose to cultivate their minds like the human race, he also felt the sincerity of everyone at this moment.
Nodding, Feng Qingyang looked at the people around him with a gleam in his eye. His mind was working quickly, and the crisis that was about to break out was resolved with just a few words from him.
But this does not mean the end, but the beginning of a new dispute. He turned around and looked at the cities in all directions. Except for the people in the West City, the people in the other three cities were all looking at him viciously.
It seems that who is the most evil person? It is still unknown. At least at this time, if he stays in the exile land, it will be safer than going to the four major cities.
"From today on, my four major cities will begin to be closed. Anyone who trespasses into the four major cities will be killed without mercy!"
"If you dare to start a war again, you will be killed without mercy!"
"If you do evil without permission, the four great cities will unite together. Even if there is no True Spirit to take action, they will definitely wipe out the exiled cultivators!"
With a whoosh, people from the four major cities in the four directions of the void all looked at Feng Qingyang deeply and flew away immediately. As for the people from West City, perhaps because they had fought side by side before.
They did not say anything harsh, but looked at Feng Qingyang with complicated expressions, not knowing what to say. After all, he saved themselves, but at the same time, he also saved the exiled cultivator who was originally his enemy.
"If you want to leave here, you can come to my west gate. We are not enemies." The young man and the city lord spoke at the same time. They thought far ahead and were not like other city lords who acted on impulse.
How can a person who can convince a true spirit be a mortal? Moreover, he is Feng Qingyang, a young genius who is famous and rising in fame. If such a person becomes an enemy, it would be a nightmare.
They know that Feng Qingyang was on Jiuyou Star back then, and he assisted Gai Jiuyou in conquering the world and unified Jiuyou Star. That was a real star for cultivation.
With a loud noise, the people at the west city gate followed the people in front of them closely towards the distance, and the battle began to end before it reached its climax.
Feng Qingyang's intervention not only saved countless lives, but also reduced their hatred to the lowest at this time. After years of fighting, the exiled cultivators naturally hated the people of the four major cities to the core.
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“Anyone who kills Feng Qingyang can leave the land of exile and be granted the privilege of permanent residence and the four major cities.”
Suddenly, a notice appeared in the void again, resounding throughout the universe and shaking all directions. As soon as these words were heard, the quiet atmosphere on the scene suddenly changed.
Feng Qingyang saved them, so they were naturally grateful. But if they killed Feng Qingyang now, they could leave this damned place of exile and even have permanent residency.
This was simply a naked temptation. Many people below were eager to make a move, but they were only a minority. The others seemed not to have heard the notice.
"We are fortunate to be rescued by fellow Taoist today, we are very grateful. In fact, the place of exile is not a permanent detention, but has a time limit. In another five hundred years, as long as we restrain our murderous intentions, we can go to the four major cities for tests. If we pass the test, we can leave this place." The crowd clasped their fists and bowed to Feng Qingyang again. There were not many exiled cultivators left, only about five or six hundred people. After bowing to Feng Qingyang, they dispersed and disappeared in the vast world in a blink of an eye.