Feng Qingyang was silent, turned around and looked at the people behind him. Except for the middle-aged man who had his eyes open, the others all had their eyes closed in deep thought, as if what was happening before them had nothing to do with them at all.
After thinking for a moment, he had an idea in his heart. He had just arrived. If he rashly asked about Yanhuo's whereabouts, something unexpected might happen, and he might even suffer a disaster.
Instead, he decided to follow this man and have a brief contact with him. Maybe he could find out something. Having made up his mind, Feng Qingyang immediately withdrew his deep gaze and gradually became calm.
"This is the Zhan Tai family in the south of the Western Holy City. I am Zhan Taiyu, the head of this place. Welcome to the Zhan Tai family." Seeing Feng Qingyang's changed gaze, Zhan Taiyu immediately waved his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
"Since we're at Zhan Tai's house, we naturally have to pay him a visit." Feng Qingyang looked normal, but his eyes passed over the other people without leaving a trace, and there was a slight flash in the depths of his pupils as his eyes passed over them.
Others may not be able to see any clues from these people, but Feng Qingyang felt a different aura from them. Although they had a strong demonic aura, what was more important was that they also had human aura.
"Could it be that there are demons here?" Feng Qingyang retracted his gaze and suppressed the doubts in his heart. You know, he had learned from the Holy Prince that the Holy City of the Far West was a complete demon city and there were absolutely no alien races.
But now that I'm here for the first time, and I'm in the fortress of the teleportation array, it stands to reason that the demon clan here should be in control, but now it seems a little different.
Maybe something has changed here, Feng Qingyang thought so, and then stopped his gaze on Zhan Taiyu. Feng Qingyang seemed to have some impression of the surname Zhan Tai.
When he and Gai Jiuyou conquered Jiuyou Star, they encountered obstacles from the Zhan Tai family. However, they were eventually suppressed by the two of them and were able to uproot the family and kill them all.
I just don’t know whether the Zhan Tai family here is the same as the Zhan Tai family of Jiuyou Star. If so, there will probably be some good news. Feng Qingyang secretly became more cautious.
He didn't want to escape from the wolf's den and fall into the tiger's lair, so as Zhan Taiyu stood up, Feng Qingyang followed closely behind him and walked slowly behind him.
The two of them left the hall and came to this long-famous demon city. It was rumored that there was a great sage in charge of the Western Holy City, but that was a very distant legend.
It is no longer known which great sage it was, but it has been passed down to this day, and the cultivators here all claim to be the descendants of the great sage. It is for this reason that the Western Holy City has become so famous.
Moreover, this place is rich in resources. Although it is located in the west of the demon clan's territory, it has a spiritual vein passing through it and is surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is a natural Feng Shui treasure land with two dragons guarding a pearl on all sides, making this place a holy place for cultivation.
Looking up at the void, there was a touch of azure blue, and Feng Qingyang suddenly felt refreshed. During the months of exile in the wasteland, he was almost always under the dim sky.
Now under the bright sky, with breeze blowing, Feng Qingyang felt refreshed. He took a deep breath, feeling the rich spiritual energy. It seemed as if all his pores were exploding under the rush of this spiritual energy. Feng Qingyang had not felt such a feeling for a long time.
Compared with the wasteland exile, the former is hell, while the latter is a paradise on earth, with picturesque scenery, singing birds and fragrant flowers, almost a representative of a paradise on earth.
Zhan Taiyu had a faint smile on his face. When Feng Qingyang wisely agreed to go forward with him, he also put away the vague commanding aura.
Looking at Feng Qingyang carefully, he also felt the peculiarity of him. If an ordinary cultivator rashly came to a place, he would naturally be extremely cautious.
But looking at Feng Qingyang, apart from the smile on his face, his body was like a vast ocean, boundless and without any visible waves or undercurrents.
He secretly admired and respected his courage to go with the flow and his fearlessness. He paused for a moment and let Feng Qingyang walk ahead. It was obvious that he seemed to like this city very much.
"What is your impression of this place, fellow Daoist?" Zhan Taiyu asked with a smile. He naturally knew Feng Qingyang's answer, but as a cultivator here, he also hoped to gain some kind of affirmation, which could bring him a sense of honor.
"This is the most beautiful place I have seen since I came to the demon clan's territory. It is also the most different place." Feng Qingyang answered without thinking.
When we were teleported into the demon territory with the Holy Prince and the white ape, our first stop was the towering Five Finger Mountain. It was the middle of winter at that time.
Heavy snow fell from the sky, and the land was frozen for thousands of miles, freezing everything in the depths of snow. Although it looked pleasing to the eye, there was an lingering sadness.
Every time Feng Qingyang sees snow, he would recall the past. Those unforgettable memories were engraved deeply in the deepest part of his bones, just like the Tao he had comprehended at the beginning.
My way comes from shaking, and wherever I go, it can only bring eternal night!
This place is not only picturesque, but also has a relaxing and refreshing feeling. Zombies cannot survive under the sun, but they are just ordinary low-level zombies.
But now, his cultivation has already broken through to the late stage of flying zombie. Although he is only equivalent to the peak of demon general in the demon clan, his own strength is enough to challenge the powerful demon king in the middle stage.
With this kind of strength, he can naturally walk in the sun easily, take in the gentle light, feel the long-lost strange feeling, and the warmth he has longed for.
"Since you like this place so much, why don't you stay here permanently? My Zhantai family is willing to give you the noble status of a guest official and let you enjoy the treatment that my Zhantai family has. What do you think?"
Zhan Taiyu asked tentatively. Feng Qingyang's answer made him more certain that the other party was here for the first time. This kind of person seemed even more urgent to him.
The teleportation array that teleported him here was actually controlled in turn by the big families in the Holy City of the Far West. Every time someone came, there would be a guide. If the other party had strong cultivation, he would use various means to recruit him into his own family in order to strengthen his own power.
And this time, it happened to be Zhan Tai's turn, which was why, after Feng Qingyang appeared, he was the only one who opened his eyes and asked questions.
If it was an ordinary cultivator, perhaps he would not be worth mentioning and would directly let him leave and enter the Holy City of the Far West. However, when Feng Qingyang appeared, although he did not seem to be at a very high level, he had a unique temperament.
This aura is extremely attractive. The more obsessed one is, the more terrifying it will be. It was when Zhan Taiyu discovered this that he stepped forward urgently and ordered Feng Qingyang in a somewhat unfriendly tone.
After all, it's all about profit.