"Whoever offends me will be killed, no matter how far away he is! It doesn't matter who you are, and no matter what your background is!" Feng Qingyang said silently, retracting the Dharma image of the Qilin Master, taking a step forward, and then pointing a finger a few meters in front of him. A muffled groan was heard, and suddenly an exiled cultivator fell from the void, with a hole appearing between his eyebrows. It was obvious that he was pierced by a finger and fell to his death.
"I saved your lives, but you repaid my kindness with evil. Today, I will take away the life that should not continue to exist." Feng Qingyang raised his hand, and the magic sword held upside down suddenly flew out of his hand as he thought about it.
With a touch of blood-red light, it tore through the dark world covered by the Yinxu curse. With a whistling sound, it smashed into the barrier in front that was supported by more than a dozen people.
Just as the magic sword pierced through, ripples immediately appeared in the barrier, which quickly twisted and then collapsed and shattered. At the same time, Feng Qingyang raised his sword-wielding hand and grabbed the collapsing barrier in front of him.
"The art of cause and effect!" He shouted softly, and a Buddhist rune suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. It rotated and was imprinted in the sky and earth. At that moment, he felt a sense of connection in his heart. Those people he had saved appeared in his mind like points of light.
As the technique unfolded, he grabbed the broken pieces of the barrier and pressed them. A storm suddenly arose, sweeping up countless pieces of rubble and debris, and rapidly spread in all directions with a whistling sound.
Each storm contained the law of cause and effect performed by Feng Qingyang, and even more so, contained his terrifying physical strength. It was almost invincible, and as it flew away, it brought with it a bloody storm.
"Now I will harvest one by one the lives that should have belonged to me." Feng Qingyang's eyes were indifferent and cold to the extreme, and it seemed that he could freeze the world with just one glance.
The chill that came from the heart made all the monks hiding in the void shiver. If there were not so many of them at this moment, they would have been frightened and turned around and ran away.
He rushed forward to the place where the Blood Dance Demon Sword had pierced the barrier, stretched out his hand to slowly call it back, and looking at the empty surroundings, he suddenly grinned.
His smile spread, revealing two rows of sharp teeth. Suddenly, he waved his hand and grabbed backwards. At that moment, a scream was heard. He grabbed an exiled cultivator from the void. After taking a cold look at the pale cultivator, Feng Qingyang suddenly opened his mouth and bit his neck.
Gulp gulp!
He filled his mouth with the donated blood, and the disappointed blood vessels and Taiyin Sutra in his body worked together to quickly eliminate it, absorb its essence and blood and return it to his body.
"Demon Path! This is demonic behavior!"
"Kill the demon! Let's kill him together. How can such a man-eating demon stay in the world?" Someone shouted indignantly, but he stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.
He was greeted by a handsome face. However, in the eyes of the shouting man, it was like the god of death.
Feng Qingyang's big hands were like a pair of pliers, as if he was holding a chicken in the air. He exerted force with his fingers and suddenly moved it. With a crisp click, he suddenly twisted the chicken's neck and at the same time opened his mouth and sucked in, devouring its soul.
After letting go of his hand, the limp corpse fell to the ground with a plop, but Feng Qingyang did not look at the fallen corpse. Instead, he shifted his gaze to the sky.
In the dim sky and earth, four people stood in the void. Although the Yinxu curse hindered Feng Qingyang's consciousness, it could not stop him from performing the art of cause and effect.
The people in the wasteland exile area and the four major cities all have cause and effect with him. Wherever he passes, he can perceive the people around him very clearly. Although he can't see them, he can feel them clearly.
The four people who were hiding obviously also saw Feng Qingyang's gaze. It was a huge hatred that made them shudder all over, as if they had seen a devil.
In these four directions, in addition to the cultivators that Feng Qingyang had killed before, there were more or less hundreds of exiled cultivators. However, in this continuous killing, the sky and the earth changed color, and blood rained from the sky, corroding the earth. Blood flowed like a river, and corpses were everywhere. Everywhere there were broken corpses and disgusting smells, and they collapsed.
Not only did she collapse, she was also scared. It was a fear and terror from the deepest part of her heart. Especially when she saw Feng Qingyang's cold eyes, she was trembling with fear.
The kind of cruelty that treated everyone as grass, slaughtering them without blinking an eye, killing without mercy, made everyone feel extremely depressed, as if they were immersed in the brink of death.
In the eyes of the world, they are brutal and cruel, and have committed heinous crimes, but what they are facing now is a killer who is even more brutal than them, a top killing devil, who has directly shattered the vicious side of their hearts.
"Based on you, can you still be called the bloodthirsty cultivators with heinous crimes? The exiled cultivators who only know how to bully the weak and fear the strong, and the people from the four major cities who are greedy for money?" Feng Qingyang spoke lightly, with an indescribable indifference in his tone. The magic sword he was holding upside down shook violently after he said this.
With this shake, the magic sword suddenly grew larger and pierced straight into the ground from the void. At the moment of insertion, vibrations slowly came. The earth cracked into countless holes, and countless dark red blood-colored things were like rivers under the ground, about to break out of their shells.
Almost at that moment, all the monks standing on the ground let out a shrill scream at the same time when they were illuminated by the blood-red light.
Their bodies suddenly turned red and began to swell, as if they were being inflated, gradually growing larger. In the blink of an eye, all the dozen people on the ground were twisted and corroded by the red blood.
Bang, bang, bang! Amid the screams, the bodies of some monks finally reached their limit and exploded. The fragments in the sky mixed with the blood that spurted out soaked into the ground, dyeing it red.
One after another, all the monks who were corroded by the red blood energy began to explode. In the Blood Dance Demon Sword inserted by Feng Qingyang, all of them were infected by the magic sword, their bodies were torn apart, and they collapsed.
At the moment of collapse, Feng Qingyang drew his sword, pointed it forward, opened his mouth and sucked, suddenly devouring the souls of a dozen monks below.
At that moment, the magic power in his body suddenly surged, like a river about to burst its banks, rumbling loudly. The absorption of so many demon kings' souls almost made him reach the critical point of breakthrough.
The earth was flowing like a river of blood. Even in the dimness of the Yinxu curse, it still couldn't cover up the bright crimson color. Broken corpses were scattered all over the ground, and countless blood turned into red lines and all went straight to Feng Qingyang.
At that moment, Feng Qingyang felt that his body was about to explode. There was an endless roar in his ears. He had a feeling that he was about to break through, but was eventually suppressed and compressed!
This is not the time for him to break through, but the time for him to take revenge and vent!