"Whoever stands in my way will be killed!" Feng Qingyang spoke calmly, his voice spreading and circling across the world. After he said this, he turned into a long rainbow and rushed straight towards the crowd where Gongsun Yang was. It seemed that at this moment, he had no choice but to move forward and kill, and had no intention of retreating.
There was a murderous aura all over his body, and he had not revealed his true form for a long time. But today, a hundred-foot-tall form of the Qilin was condensed behind him. He raised his head and roared, looking ferocious and domineering.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang made everyone who saw him tremble with fear. They were shaking all over, and their legs were trembling. They almost couldn't hold on and fell from the air. Fear gradually ate away at their hearts.
Therefore, it was unfortunate for anyone to meet Feng Qingyang at this time, no matter if they came to find him or met him halfway, no matter what their cultivation or background was, when they met and came into close combat, there would be absolutely no chance of survival.
Although they were infinitely crazy under the temptation of supreme Taoist weapons and freedom, Feng Qingyang at this moment was even crazier than them. The exiled cultivator who had been bloodthirsty and murderous all his life discovered at this moment that Feng Qingyang was even more bloodthirsty than all of them. The blood energy condensed from the killing was almost overwhelming.
The words "Whoever stands in my way... will be killed!" became the death knell of the exiled cultivator, and turned into a lingering echo that constantly lingered in the heavens and earth, and from this moment on, spread out to all directions.
Feng Qingyang did not stop and held the magic sword upside down. The Blood Dance Magic Sword was already full of violent demonic nature. At this time, it swallowed so much blood from the exiled cultivators. The sword body emitted a faint light and flickered from time to time, like an eye that was about to open.
Wherever Feng Qingyang passed, killing began, and those who blocked him died one by one. His cultivation was not the strongest, but at this moment, he was the strongest here.
That kind of crazy killing was almost reaching a state of mind. The area within a hundred feet around him was in a unique space.
There was a suppression by the Dharma image of Hou Zun, which made it impossible for people from all directions to escape, let alone hide in the void. There were at least twenty cultivators led by Gongsun Yang. When Feng Qingyang looked at them and walked past, all the exiled cultivators behind him, except Gongsun Yang, exploded one by one, mixed with the blood donated by countless people, and finally merged into water droplets, causing this dark world to rain blood in an instant.
The early stage of the Demon King was indeed not worth mentioning to Feng Qingyang. In just a moment, in the eyes of the cultivators a hundred feet away, the world within a hundred feet almost turned into a weird red color, blood fell from the sky, and except for Gongsun Yang, all the others died, without a single survivor.
The visual impact and the mental shock were almost beyond words. The people watching a hundred feet away were almost scared to death. It was not until this moment that they remembered that Feng Qingyang was a disciple of the Nine Heavens Palace in the City of Sin, and that he also had another identity called - the devil.
The onlookers were in such a state, let alone those who were within a hundred feet. Even though many of their bodies collapsed, their spirits were still there, floating trembling in the void.
This group of people who believed themselves to be the most evil, bloodthirsty and least fearless of death in the world were completely terrified. It was a fear that grew from their hearts to their souls, which suppressed them one by one, and they were unable to turn over.
"He is the devil!"
"A demon who kills without blinking an eye, a demon who is more bloodthirsty than us! Oh my God!"
"He is such a vicious being. His cultivation level is obviously not as good as ours, but when he starts killing, we have no power to resist at all."
Seeing that everyone a hundred feet away was about to flee, Feng Qingyang suddenly stopped, as if he didn't see Gongsun Yang standing still. He raised his right hand and drew it towards the sky.
With this stroke, the entire sky that had been swallowed by the Yinxu curse suddenly turned around and turned into a storm that could not be described in words, sweeping across the entire wasteland of exile.
Under this horrifying sweep, a fierce storm was set off. Those exiled cultivators who began to escape were all caught up in this storm. Amidst the roar, all their bodies were destroyed.
Almost at the moment when all the fleeing people died, Feng Qingyang raised the Blood Dance Demon Sword slowly. In the eyes of the surviving exiled cultivator thousands of feet away, he suddenly swung the sword.
With this swing, the Blood Dance Demon Sword infinitely enlarged, and with the help of the blood and energy of countless demon kings absorbed, the demon sword almost instantly burst out with the strongest pressure since its birth.
The thousand-foot-long red light caused the void to collapse wherever it passed, directly tearing a huge crack in the sky and earth, and headed straight for a thousand feet ahead, because there, people from the four major cities were hiding.
Those who rushed forward were just scapegoats. Even if they really killed Feng Qingyang, they could not leave this place, let alone obtain the supreme Taoist weapon they mentioned.
With an earth-shattering roar, the turbulent force that shattered the void swept thousands of feet away in an instant. A collective groan was heard, and a cracking sound appeared again.
That was the barrier cast by the cultivators of the four major cities working together. Unexpectedly, Feng Qingyang discovered it from such a distance and pierced it with a single sword.
After the piercing, a strange red storm was formed, sweeping across everyone in the barrier and sweeping in all directions. The barrier was shattered into pieces and turned into countless fragments, as if an invisible giant hand grabbed these fragments and suddenly scattered them in all directions. The barrier collapsed, and the clouds of heaven and earth slowly disappeared in all directions.
Almost at the moment when the barrier exploded, in a secret realm far away in one of the four major cities, countless spirit tablets were placed, and each token had a name marked on it.
The crystal clear spirit tablets suddenly exploded, breaking into pieces by more than one tenth. Below the spirit tablets, four old men were sitting cross-legged.
These people had white hair and were dressed in simple robes, revealing a primitive and wild feeling. But the moment the spirit tablets above them shattered, their originally peaceful faces turned ferocious.
Despite this, they still did not open their eyes, but sat there calmly, as if everything happening in the outside world had nothing to do with them.
Outside this secret realm, there were four middle-aged men walking back and forth anxiously, and one of them had a look of fear on his face. This man was big and strong, and he was the lord of the west gate.
He paced back and forth, the anxiety on his face almost unable to be concealed. From time to time, he looked toward the back of the secret realm, wanting to go forward, but then he stepped back out of fear.
"Ancestors, my son is dead. Please come out and uphold justice. I also hope that all the ancestors will condescend to help me kill the evil demons from the outside world and restore peace to my four major cities." The Lord of the West Gate spoke urgently, his tone always revealing a hint of worry that could not be concealed.