At this moment, Feng Qingyang was speeding across the sky above the Land of Exile.
He had no choice but to go to the west gate if he wanted to go out. Even though he felt something was not right, things had come to this point and he had no choice but to go forward.
He holds the righteous position, and even if there is a life-and-death battle in the end, he will not suffer any public opinion, at least he will not be severely criticized in the area to be rented.
Feng Qingyang walked in the strong wind. Wherever he passed, storms suddenly arose, wind and clouds surged, and he moved forward with an overwhelming force. Only with such a strong posture could he kill some evil-minded cultivators along the way.
"Boy, you must get out alive. Let me study the broken sword. Maybe I can take you to the Taoism of Qiong Zun. It is no longer safe to overcome the tribulation here, so why not go to the Taoism of Qiong Zun?" said Zamao Bird excitedly.
“Of course, the premise is that you can’t die here, otherwise no one will collect your body, and then I, the bird master, will have to come and collect your body, kid…” The mixed-haired bird chattered incessantly, like an old monster that hadn’t been spoken to for ten thousand years.
But at this moment, Feng Qingyang did not feel impatient. On the contrary, he felt extremely peaceful with the mixed-feather bird. With him around, he would not feel lonely.
Although Zhu Xuezhu and others were among the Jiezhu, they would never joke with him. Only this mixed-haired bird with a very thick skin, almost as thick as a city wall, could be the one he confided in.
"Of course. They want to kill me, how could they do it so easily?" Feng Qingyang's face was gloomy. Ever since the first wave of pursuit led by Bai Xi, his heart has sunk to the bottom. While secretly cursing this group of ungrateful things, he also added a note of caution to avoid any misfortune.
“But I advise you not to fight him head-on. Although you are strong, a hero has four hands. How can you fight him with only one person
Moreover, this place is full of dangers, and there is no way to replenish spiritual energy. If the consumption increases, I am afraid that the final result will be defeat without a fight, and then become meat on the chopping board. "Za Mao Niao spoke again, and although his tone was cheerful, there was still a hint of anxiety in it. He naturally did not want Feng Qingyang to die here.
Feng Qingyang knew this very well. If he confronted him head-on, he would be the only one to suffer. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but clench his fists. In the final analysis, all of this was his own fault. He shouldn't have persuaded Zhen Ling in the first place.
However, it is no use regretting now. The only thing to do is to find a way to escape from here and resolve one's own crisis. As long as one can get out of this wasteland of exile, one will naturally be safe.
In fact, he had made the wrong decision from the very beginning. No matter whether he tried to persuade the true spirit to stop or kill those people, he still couldn't escape death.
Not to mention other things, even if the Exiled Cultivator didn't kill him, I'm afraid the four major cities would not give up. Although the True Spirit is optimistic about Feng Qingyang, it doesn't mean that everyone is optimistic about him.
The important thing is that he has countless treasures on him, which is like a mobile treasure house. Even if he is from the Nine Heavens Palace, if everyone kills him in secret, the City of Sin will be helpless.
Only now did Feng Qingyang understand that his strength was still not enough and he had no choice but to become stronger. Little did he know that at this moment, even if he walked among the three thousand stars in the spiritual world, he would still have the strength of a overlord.
It's just that this exiled cultivation has gone through tens of thousands of years of sedimentation to reach such a scale. The strong ones who can survive here are at least at the peak of the early stage of the Demon King.
Now the only way is to leave this place and go to the Holy City of the Far West through the west gate. Only by reaching there can the murderous intent in the body be reduced to the lowest level. After all, the place is much better than here. Not every demon clan member is as shameless and ungrateful as them.
It’s just that the Holy City of the Far West is too far away. If he uses a teleportation array, he might be able to arrive there quickly. But now Feng Qingyang is surrounded by enemies, and the West Gate is probably an enemy rather than a friend, so he can only rely on himself to travel a long distance.
This means that his crisis cannot be resolved immediately. Even if he steps out of the West Gate, he will still face a life-and-death pursuit until he crosses the control range of the West Gate.
"Forget it, let's solve the crisis at hand first." Feng Qingyang paused in the void for half a cup of tea. For some reason, he always felt a sense of fear at this moment.
He always pays attention to his subconscious feelings. The more powerful a cultivator's cultivation is, the more sensitive his subconscious mind becomes, and it seems to be able to ward off misfortune and fortune.
After a moment's silence, Feng Qingyang suddenly changed direction. His original route towards the west gate was changed abruptly, and he headed towards the south gate below.
The South Gate and the West Gate are not far apart. As long as they can get out of here, there is a way to go to the Holy City of the Far West. After Feng Qingyang made up his mind, he gritted his teeth and set a new goal.
"I have some connection with the West City Gate. I'm afraid most people know that I will go to the West City Gate, so there are the most dangers on this road. But if I go to the South City Gate, I'm afraid no one will be able to guess."
Feng Qingyang disappeared into the void, his eyes flashing as he looked at the endless swamp in front of him. He had already stepped onto the road towards the south city gate.
The concealment ability that the mixed-haired bird had once taught him still made him feel comfortable using it even now. He broke through the miasma that was bred in countless swamps and did not descend to the ground, but continued to gallop in the void.
In the wasteland exile area, on the road to the south city gate, Feng Qingyang suddenly stopped after an unknown amount of time. He sat cross-legged on the ground. There were countless swamps around him, and the miasma that bred there had already submerged him.
This miasma is extremely powerful and the cultivators' spiritual sense cannot detect it at all. Even if they try to detect it rashly, they will be dissolved and swallowed by the miasma in an instant.
He originally wanted to rush to the South Gate in one breath, but now he stopped, not because he encountered a crisis, but because he found something in the swamp.
This thing grows on the swamp like a weed, but even this inconspicuous weed exudes a faint aura of curse.
Although it was only a tiny bit, it still caught Feng Qingyang's attention. It was because of this wild grass that he stayed here for a long time.
"Balmau, I'm going into the swamp to investigate. You can merge into the void to protect me. If anyone suspicious comes, you must tell me immediately." As Feng Qingyang spoke, his fingers had already touched the weeds, but at the moment of touching, his expression changed suddenly.
Just as his expression changed drastically, the two small eyes of the mixed-haired bird widened suddenly, looked at the void where the weeds were, and suddenly shuddered all over.
"Don't touch it, this is the Yinxu Curse. Damn it, how could there be a Yinxu Curse in the territory of the demon clan in the world of power?" The mixed-haired bird spoke urgently. The moment he opened his mouth, the sky here suddenly began to change.
The originally dim sky suddenly turned pitch black, but underneath the darkness, there was a feeling of transparency, as if entering a strange world.