All the tremendous power was compressed into the magic sword, and it crackled like countless blood dragons surrounding it, ferocious and terrifying. He held it upside down in his hand, turning it over and pointing it into the void. That kind of supreme domineering aura was really frightening.
This scene of strangulation was done by Feng Qingyang in front of four people hiding in the void. This extremely bloody scene was indeed clearly seen by them. Except for the Lord of West City who was holding a big knife, the other three people's pupils shrank, and there was a hint of shock and unnaturalness in their expressions.
In fact, Feng Qingyang's brutal killing was not only witnessed by them, but also by all the surviving monks.
During the fighting along the way, he didn't even know how many demon kings had died at his hands. The survivors suddenly had a feeling about Feng Qingyang at that moment, a fear and terror that could not be described in words.
It was like a nightmare, but more like a demon seed, deeply imprinted in the deepest part of their hearts. Even if they were lucky enough to survive Feng Qingyang's stranglehold this time, the trace of fighting would still accompany them throughout their lives.
It will become their inner demon, causing them to wake up in the middle of one terrible attack after another, sweating profusely, with a chill down their spine, and in every full moon, they will fall into an endless dark fear.
What also saw it were not only the four city lords of the void, but also the four old men far away in the secret realm, and... the true spirit who was silently watching Feng Qingyang's four kills!
"Is this your choice?" Zhen Ling sat cross-legged in the sky, looking at Feng Qingyang below. He did not make a move, but he could not make a move because he was holding a black token in his hand.
There was nothing special about this token, but it did exude an aura that made his soul beat. There was only one word on it, and that was - Zun!
"The sword in this man's hand is too domineering. It's probably comparable to the power of the supreme Taoist weapon in my hand. Moreover, he himself is a man of the devil. With his awakened devil heart, using the devil sword is almost like adding wings to a tiger." The Lord of West City spoke slowly with an extremely solemn expression.
"Everyone please be careful. Even though we are stronger than him, this assassin has already gone crazy and burned his potential. In addition, he is now capable of fighting above his level. If you underestimate him, you will probably suffer a big loss." The Lord of East City said. He looked at Feng Qingyang intently. Although he was looking at the person, his gaze was actually on the magic sword in his hand.
After all, this is a supreme Taoist weapon. No matter whether it is a magic weapon or a Taoist weapon, and no matter whether he can control it or not, it will be worth the trip if he can seize Feng Qingyang's magic sword.
He was not the only one who thought so. I'm afraid these four people all had the same thought in their hearts. The temptation of the supreme Taoist weapon was tantamount to making them break through on the spot.
Almost at the moment when they looked at Feng Qingyang, and Feng Qingyang just looked up at them, the magic sword shook, his body shook violently, and went straight into the sky.
His actions undoubtedly shocked the four city lords. They originally thought that Feng Qingyang could only sense a little of their breath, but looking at his speed and gaze, it was clear that he could see through them and others who were hiding.
Several people were shocked and looked horrified. Then the four of them practiced their skills, pinched the magic formula, and pressed down together. With this press, four-color light curtains fell from the sky, and the clear river breeze covered them.
At the same time, several people bit their tongues, absorbed the donated blood and pointed it at the void repeatedly. At that moment, the four-color light curtain shook, and a chaotic energy suddenly grew inside. A heavy oppressive energy appeared, making the light curtain like an inverted mountain, waving its hand to suppress Feng Qingyang.
And in the light curtain, countless roaring sounds were heard. All the bodies of the exiled cultivators that were blocked by the light curtain suddenly began to spin rapidly at this moment, and turned into horrible corpses. They roared, and the world was shaken when they roared. Suddenly, countless dead bodies made up of corpse fragments appeared.
Not only that, the ground beneath every corpse covered by the light curtain began to tremble violently, and some of the essence and blood that was not completely absorbed by Feng Qingyang poured into the dead bodies.
When their originally expressionless pupils suddenly turned a strange red, after the red appeared, these corpses roared madly and viciously and rushed towards Feng Qing's face.
This is the method used by the four city lords. Those who can sit on the position of city lord not only have unfathomable cultivation, but more importantly, they have countless hidden tricks and some terrifying suppression spells.
This four-color light curtain has a common name in their mouths, called the Great Wilderness Blood Array. It was originally a large array used to suppress the riot of the exiled cultivators and summon their corpses to block the attack.
The more deaths, the more blood, and the stronger the resentment, the more powerful this formation will become, with almost no upper limit. This formation was originally developed by them, but was eventually modified by the four old men in the secret realm, making it even more terrifying.
After seeing countless corpses rising up in the formation, the people in the four major cities breathed a sigh of relief. The surging blood and the brutal gore made them feel extremely excited.
This formation was inherently extremely evil. Summoning dead monks to fight was a disrespectful method of magic. They generally rarely used it, but now, in order to deal with Feng Qingyang, they could not care less.
The dead men looked at each other, a hint of cruelty flashed in their eyes, and they bit their tongues together, spraying their blood on the formation, causing a thunderous roar to erupt from it in an instant.
“Now, it’s your turn to show your power.” The Lord of West City took a look at the supreme Taoist weapon in his hand, made a gesture with one hand, and tapped it. After a moment, the sword trembled, and instantly flew out of his hand and floated in the air.
A piercing, sharp sound was heard, so sharp that it could almost pierce a person's eardrum. Even though the four of them were hurriedly using their magic power to resist this powerful sound, it was enough to see how ferocious this knife was.
After the sharp sound disappeared, a wisp of black smoke appeared from the edge of the sword. The smoke twisted and instantly turned into a vague figure. After the figure appeared, he held the sword and bowed to the four people, then suddenly rushed towards the formation below.
And just after that figure entered, the originally madly running formation suddenly came to a standstill, as if it was suppressed by a powerful hand out of thin air. However, the four city lords were not at all surprised. On the contrary, a look of joy appeared on their faces.
Time passed slowly, and no one knew how long it had been, probably a quarter of an hour. The four city lords were all staring at the formation below. Not only them, but even several old men far away in the secret realm, were all sensing the changes in the formation.
Suddenly, the originally still formation began to tremble again, and the heavy blood-colored fog within it rolled violently. Waves of roars spread through the formation throughout the world. The monstrous evil spirit almost penetrated the formation and instantly swirled between heaven and earth.