All of this is under Feng Qingyang's control.
Just like when he first met Zhan Taiyu, he had the feeling that this man's destiny was completely in his hands. If he was born, he could rule the world and become the super powerful man of the Zhan Tai family.
But if he were to die, he would be thrown into the abyss with a flick of his hand, with no chance of survival, and would completely lose his status as a member of the core circle, as well as the qualification to continue to exist.
The last time we met, I thought that he might have changed a lot, but now it seems that maybe it was just a short time in Thailand. After the passage of time and his heart gradually stabilized, he finally turned into the timid but ambitious scheming Zhan Taiyu.
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After a brief moment of confusion, no one mentioned the man with the feather fan who had died earlier, and the incident was left unresolved, as if it had never happened.
Feng Qingyang saw all of this, and he felt even more confident. It seemed that these young legitimate sons were all brats who had powerful cultivation skills but actually had no experience in the ways of the world.
Otherwise, the situation would never have developed like this, but would have caused chaos. However, until now everyone is living in peace, not to mention the team of men with feather fans who were killed by Feng Qingyang.
Everyone had different thoughts, but it was undeniable that at this moment, a dark cloud had begun to brew, and it would probably erupt completely in the near future.
After all, how could he just give up after killing one person? Maybe the other party was just forbearing, or maybe he was still contacting the family members to get a decision.
Not long after, a roar suddenly came from the end of the plain. The sound of the roar was like a thunder that exploded in the hot summer, instantly blowing away everyone's complicated guilty conscience and returning them to reality.
As the roaring thunder came, an aura so powerful that people wanted to kneel down and worship appeared, almost like a tide, descending upon the heaven and earth. Some monks who were caught off guard or whose cultivation and willpower were slightly weaker fell to their knees in just a moment.
As for the team led by Zhan Taiyu, Feng Qingyang, when the pressure came, each of them put up a defensive light curtain or used magic weapons to resist. Feng Qingyang's previous battle had already made them prepared, so when the crisis came, there was no chaos or being caught off guard.
Zhan Taiyu glanced at Feng Qingyang quietly and saw that his face was calm, without even a trace of cold sweat, as if he did not feel the pressure that was coming and the changes in the world.
At this moment, he felt even more desperate. The fear of Feng Qingyang's strength was almost deep in his bones. His cultivation was at the middle stage of the Demon King, which was also considered extremely powerful, but under this pressure, he still trembled all over.
But Feng Qingyang did not seem to feel anything at all. He just stood there leisurely. That calm and relaxed feeling made the team feel relieved immediately. With such a strong man around, why should they fear any danger
Feng Qingyang stood in place, looking at the light appearing at the end of the plain in front of him. The majestic aura was shocking. In just a short period of time, there was a sense of crazy spreading. As it expanded, the light gradually condensed and turned into rolling mist that swept across the sky and the earth.
Time passed slowly, and everyone was at a loss, not knowing what to do. Under this pressure, let alone escaping, even moving a finger was extremely difficult, and even breathing was a little rapid. Seeing the crisis approaching, it seemed helpless and they could only release their most powerful skills to barely resist the current pressure. The feeling of powerlessness made them despair, and they were discouraged and felt that they might not live long.
In fact, Feng Qingyang was also shocked, but he did not show it. He looked at the condensed entity in the distance, which was transforming and rolling, sweeping up the wind and clouds in all directions, suppressing everything, and was terrified.
The rolling and twisting seemed to have turned into a large intertwined net, swallowing up everyone. The big mouth of nothingness swallowed up the sky. Just the momentum was so terrifying, not to mention the powerful original body hidden in the mist. How strong was he? Could it be that he had already broken through to the "Half Saint"
Everyone was in despair. They could only surrender under this aura and could not resist or kneel down. Many fragile monks turned pale under this aura, and their bodies were trembling as they knelt on the ground, almost breaking apart completely.
In the distance, the world shattered... In the ups and downs of the sea of clouds and fog, roars and shouts were heard, shaking the heaven and earth. The words came true, and the rules of the area began to freeze in an instant, becoming the other party's private world.
Feng Qingyang's eyes widened, gleaming with light, piercing through the void, and staring towards the end of the world. In the rolling sea of clouds, he saw a huge monster that he had never seen in his life.
It covered the sky and the sun, and the rolling sea of clouds seemed to be just the other's breathing. The sound of the exhalation rubbed against the heaven and earth, and bursts of thunder were heard. It turned its hand and there were clouds, and turned its hand again and there was rain. At this moment, Feng Qingyang was shocked.
It revealed a part of the sea of clouds, which was obviously just the tip of an iceberg. It looked like a mountain, like a mountain in the sky. On its raised back, there was a huge stone tablet.
The stone tablet is as tall as a mountain, carrying a gloomy and terrifying feeling, ancient and vicissitudes of life, with only two words on it... Netherworld!
"Netherworld!" Feng Qingyang blurted out, his whole body in shock. In his eyes, the Netherworld Beast might be powerful, but he never thought that it could be so powerful and terrifying. Feng Qingyang had only felt this feeling once, and that time came from the Holy Lord Tianyi.
"Could it be that the Netherworld is not three, but one? They are divided into three and gathered into one. Could it be that the three heads before were just clones, and the current one is the original body after fusion
What’s more important is that his cultivation level is actually “half-saint”, a great saint among the demon race.”
Perhaps the rumor was wrong, but everyone present suddenly realized that their understanding of the Nether Beast was so scarce, and according to the records in the classics, it was also extremely vague.
Perhaps this was the first time he had truly appeared in the world? Countless doubts flooded Feng Qingyang like a dam-breaking tide, leaving him stunned.
Boom!
Just as he was losing consciousness, the heaven and earth shook again. The fog dispersed, revealing a hole with a radius of a thousand square meters. Inside the hole, swallowing everything, an extremely huge head slowly rose up.
Weathered, ancient, evil, and solemn! The uneven, patchwork skin is full of a powerful sense of explosive power.
The black skin exuded a faint light as if the eyes were closed, making it impossible to look directly at it. Even Feng Qingyang closed his third eye in an instant. One has to know how powerful the "Wang" character spell was, which could penetrate the heaven and earth, but now he couldn't even look at this powerful existence!