"Who is this person from the outside world?" An old man spoke slowly in the secret realm. He naturally knew that something big had happened in the four major cities, because the spirit tablet that was broken before was the life tablet of all the cultivators in the four major cities.
"Ancestor, this man's name is Feng Qingyang. He carries a mysterious broken sword taken from the ancient dragon forbidden land, and his cultivation has only reached the peak of a demon general." The Lord of the West City Gate said.
"A mere demon general at the peak of his powers makes you lose your composure like this?" A dissatisfied voice was heard from the secret realm. The old man who spoke had white hair and a youthful face, but there was a scar running diagonally across his face.
He opened his eyes and looked at the people around him, only to see that they were all unmoved, as if they did not hear any sound from the outside world, and they did not even bat an eyelid when the fate plates above them shattered.
"You can go and kill him in person, and the broken sword will be handed over to us for safekeeping." The old man with the scar continued to speak, raised his hand and waved, a ray of spiritual light passed through the barrier of the secret realm and appeared in front of the lord of the West Gate.
As he spoke, spiritual light suddenly appeared in the form of a Dharma image. What appeared in everyone's eyes was a large sword. It did not look special at all, but strangely for some reason it looked like it was made of an arm.
“This sword is the one that made our ancestor famous. It is said to be made from the spine of a late-stage demon king.” The West City Lord was overjoyed. He hurriedly caught the sword in the air, then bowed deeply to the secret realm.
“If I kill this guy and get his broken sword, wouldn’t that be a great achievement? Then maybe the ancestor will personally help me break through.” The Lord of West City thought to himself. The sadness over the death of his offspring was instantly diluted by the sword.
Compared with his own cultivation, what are the others? If it weren't for his own insufficient cultivation, he would have wanted to kill Feng Qingyang and run away with his broken sword.
"Thank you, ancestor. With the help of this big sword, even if Feng Qingyang is a powerful demon king, he will still be killed by this sword." The Lord of West City almost couldn't help laughing under the jealous gazes of several people around him, and felt embarrassed when he realized that he had lost his composure.
He looked at the people around him, thinking, and wondered whether he should take them with him. They were none other than the other city lords. If they went together, his crisis would definitely be halved. After all, the other party was Feng Qingyang, who was famous in the spiritual world.
Thinking of this, he immediately made up his mind: "Brothers, would you like to go with me?" As he spoke, his eyes flashed with brilliance and his face was full of sincerity.
When everyone heard this, they were all moved. If they killed Feng Qingyang, perhaps they could get a share of the pie. However, they were not fools and of course they understood the West City Lord's thoughts.
"If there is merit, you and I will share it. If there is trouble, you and I will face it together!"
As he spoke, the Lord of West City bowed to the secret realm again, nodded to the three people at random, turned into a stream of light and escaped. Not long after he left, the other three looked at each other and followed him.
"You should know who Feng Qingyang is. If they go there, they might fall into his hands." When the three people outside walked away, the person sitting next to the old man with the scar spoke lightly.
"So what? If they unfortunately die in it, it only means that they themselves are not strong enough. Besides, they are holding my supreme Taoist weapon. It is hard to say who will live and who will die." The old man with the scar glanced at the person who spoke, and then closed his eyes.
"I didn't expect that such a powerful and top-level evildoer would appear in my wasteland exile place. It would be great if he was my offspring. Although this person is from the zombie clan and is only at the peak of the flying zombie, if you ignore his cultivation and talk about strength, it is really surprising." The old man spoke again, his tone full of sighs.
"If he is your offspring, wouldn't you become an old zombie? Moreover, his background is extraordinary. Plus, now is the time when the Yinxu curse is erupting. Otherwise, you would have been gone long ago, right?" Scarface did not comment. A hint of sarcasm appeared on his face. He smiled and spoke.
"Hmph, so what?" The old man was furious. Looking at the old man with the scar, he wished he could smash his smiling face into pieces with one punch. However, he also hit the nail on the head and it was indeed the fact.
“However, even if all the people in the four major cities are dead, as long as the four of us are still here, the city will never be destroyed. After all, we are the roots here.” Perhaps because he felt his tone was quite serious, the old man with the scar spoke softly again.
"Let them test and find this person's weakness, then we will go out and kill him in one fell swoop. By then, even the real spirit will not be able to find out the reason. After all, now is the time when the Yinxu Curse controls the Land of Exile." Scarface spoke again, and as he spoke he looked up at the sky, a hint of melancholy flashed in his eyes.
"The important thing is, with the combined strength of the four of us, even though we can't defeat the True Spirit, it probably won't be difficult for us to escape from him."
Almost at the moment when this sentence was finished, there was a sudden violent shock from the outside world. In just half a cup of tea, the roar instantly swept across the periphery of the secret realm. An extremely strong shock force swept across the place and shook the earth.
Thousands of miles away from the secret realm, Feng Qingyang was walking forward step by step, holding the Blood Dance Demon Sword. He was not walking fast, but each step was ten miles away. Not only that, behind him was a string of skulls, swaying in the wind and making popping sounds, which looked very scary. Those with weak minds would lose their minds after just one look from Feng Qingyang, and then be killed by his sword.
Eight black halos were spinning around his body. As the halos swirled, they suddenly spread out in all directions again. These halos were the eight runes in his body.
The runes spread out and were controlled by Feng Qingyang, shaking in all directions. Any exiled cultivators hiding in the void or people from the four major cities would be killed by the terrifying power of the curse.
At his feet, there was a gigantic statue of Qiong Zun, a thousand feet tall. Feng Qingyang was standing on the forehead of Qiong Zun, holding a sword and looking forward, looking extremely domineering and invincible.
The Qiong Zun took a step, each one covering ten miles, causing the heaven and earth to shake. He roared, trampled on all directions, and also set off a horrific massacre.
No matter whether they were hiding in the sky or on the earth, as long as they were in the direction Feng Qingyang was heading, they could not hide or escape, and all died at Feng Qingyang's hands.
The people from all directions were probably blood-thirsty. The remaining exiled cultivators seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with the people from the four major cities. They rushed forward madly without fear of life or death, rushing towards Feng Qingyang like moths to a flame.
The lowest of their cultivation levels was the early stage of Demon King. This formation could almost sweep across countless first-class sects in the spiritual world. Demonic energy rose into the sky, and under the world covered by the Yinxu curse, roars accompanied by madness all crashed into Feng Qingyang.
With every flash of red light, countless cultivators died. All of them died under the strangulation of the Dharmakāśyapa of the Qilin Master.