Gradually, a scroll appeared in front of him. The scroll opened and slowly outlined a world. After a moment, the picture was completely revealed in Feng Qingyang's eyes.
What he saw was countless cultivators, including exiled cultivators, people from the four major cities, including the young man he had saved, who was also standing among them.
They met on a narrow road and could not retreat. Feng Qingyang didn't want to hide, nor would he hide. He just rushed forward without hesitation, as if he didn't see them.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!" Feng Qingyang shouted angrily, raised his hand and made a gesture, then suddenly pointed at the crowd in front of him. It seemed like an ordinary finger, but after he pointed it out, the world was eclipsed.
His clothes were whiter than snow and made clanging sounds. The moment his finger pointed, his originally handsome appearance disappeared, and was replaced by a humanoid monster with a green face, fangs, and a height of nine meters.
He took a step forward, and suddenly there was an earth-shaking roar. This sound was synchronized with the pointing of his fingers, and they instantly merged into one. Under the fusion, there was a dong sound in the sky and earth, and a stone tablet silently appeared in the sky and earth.
The stone tablet was a thousand feet high, piercing the sky, and countless inscriptions were engraved on it, looming and revealing a mysterious and vicissitudes of life. This was Feng Qingyang imitating the incantation stone tablet.
His magical power can transform all things, from virtual to real, from nothing to something. One thousand feet represents the Tao and principles that Feng Qingyang has comprehended. Although everything before may be an illusion, he still believes it.
"I shouldn't have saved your lives that day. You owe me this, and you must pay me back today," Feng Qingyang roared wildly. A stone tablet fell from the sky and suppressed the crowd in front of him.
Boom boom boom!
The void in their direction exploded, turning into endless nothingness, and then into a storm visible to the naked eye, which twisted and swept madly in all directions.
The crowd roared, but more were screams. There were more than a dozen cultivators here, but most of them were only in the early stage of Demon King. Even though they had discovered Feng Qingyang, so what
The stone tablet had not yet been completely suppressed, and the storm that broke out when it descended had already broken up the formation of the crowd, leaving them in pieces, with flesh flying everywhere and the sound of breaking things being heard incessantly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Someone's body exploded and died in the storm. Feng Qingyang did not understand the meaning of the stone tablet. He just used his magical power to evolve nothingness calmly and did not know that it would be so powerful.
How could he know that this stone tablet was unusual? Almost the moment the storm appeared, Feng Qingyang rushed into the crowd. His body, ten feet tall, was like a small mountain.
Wherever they passed, there were wailings everywhere, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, fiercely slaughtering people who had no power to resist at all. It was a battle without suspense, with only slaughter and no resistance.
"town!"
After his body passed the crowd, he turned back instantly, crossed his hands, and waved them towards the survivors behind him. At that moment, the stone tablet came into being.
Only a corner of the thousand-foot-high stone tablet appeared, and the other corner was still hidden in the endless void. But at this moment, just this corner was enough to destroy everyone.
There were no screams, no wails, only constant puffing sounds. Feng Qingyang remained calm, and he didn't even blink. He knew that the so-called puffing sounds were the sounds of the explosion of the crowd.
The wind passed without leaving a trace. When the stone tablet disappeared, the crowd disappeared, but there was still one person left in the void. This person had delicate features and looked quite kind.
His eyes were lifeless, but he came to his senses after the stone tablet disappeared. He looked at Feng Qingyang in front of him and lowered his head deeply. But the moment he lowered his head, his face suddenly turned pale.
"This is your choice. Anyone who offends me must die!" Feng Qingyang said lightly, then turned his head and disappeared into the void, flying forward at lightning speed.
This time, he did not hide, but released his breath. Now that he understood certain truths, there was no need to shrink back and he should face them bravely.
"Heaven is cruel, I don't need to acknowledge it!"
"The earth is unkind, I don't need to step on it!"
"But if it's a human... then what should I do? I can only kill, and kill non-stop, until there is no one left to kill, and no one dares to kill me..." Feng Qingyang galloped and spoke slowly, leaving a series of echoes behind him. He looked sad, and his back revealed an indescribable desolation.
He suddenly roared to the sky, and the sound was as loud as thunder, causing the black fog that filled the sky and the earth to vibrate in an instant. Suddenly, a beam of light came from under the rolling black fog.
This light was red, it was the blood moon in the sky. It was no longer hazy, but was shining directly on Feng Qingyang through the thick black fog.
He was filled with murderous intent, and looked even more terrifying and ferocious under the blood moon, with a murderous look on his face. Others would only feel scared when they saw him, but this horror was just the sadness he was trying to hide.
The small village that appeared in the sealed boundary was real yet fake. There might not be that tribe, but there was definitely that person. That person was telling him that Curse Daozi was waiting for him in the sealed boundary.
"A fight to the death?" Feng Qingyang's face was covered with frost as he looked at the crowds that kept appearing from all directions. Although his killing was horrific, it still couldn't stop the exiled cultivator who had long been blinded by greed and freedom.
Suddenly, he laughed, and his laughter was as loud as thunder, but when it fell into the ears of everyone, it made them shiver all over. A chill arose from within the body and gradually appeared outside the body.
He was laughing at the ruthless sky and earth, at all living beings in the world, whether they were mortals or monks, and even more so, at himself.
What's wrong with killing? No one can approve of it, so why should I mind being labeled as a killer? As a demon, why should I kill all the people in the world
“No matter I am a human, a zombie, or a demon, no matter the suppression of heaven and earth, or the enemy of the whole world, or I am really just a chess piece, I know that my fate is in my own hands and no one can shake it. If you want to die, then come at me. You will know who lives and who dies after trying it!”
Maybe it doesn’t matter what it is. What’s important is to understand the meaning of my existence. No matter life or death or whatever, I will walk my own path.
Anyone who stands in my way - Die!
No matter how many obstacles or fogs there are in front of me, I will use my own strength to uncover them one by one. If there is anyone blocking me in the middle, I will trample them all under my feet.
There was a kind of arrogance in his words. He, with his green face and fangs, suddenly had a strange aura, as if he came down from the sky in dominance, controlling all directions and the ups and downs of thousands of things.
When he finds that the path he is taking seems to be arranged by others, when he finds that he is just a chess piece, when he finds that he is being killed by everyone, he only has two choices, either to compromise, or to rise up!
"What if it's true? What if it's false? I only know that anyone who stands in my way will die, and anyone who blocks me will be killed!"