"Those who stand in my way, kill!" Feng Qingyang spoke calmly, his voice spread, hovering in the eight wildernesses of heaven and earth, and he himself turned into a long rainbow after saying this, and went straight to the crowd where Gongsun Yang was, it seemed that at this moment, he only moved forward to kill, but did not retreat.

On his body, the evil aura is monstrous, and he has not shown the appearance of the deity for a long time, but today behind him, a statue of the Venerable Dharma is condensed as high as a hundred feet, raising his head and roaring, hideous and domineering.

The wind at this moment made everyone who saw him tremble, trembling one by one, trembling in two streams, almost unable to maintain their body and falling from the air, and their hearts of fear gradually ate away at their hearts.

Therefore, the person who meets the wind at this time is a kind of misfortune, whether it is coming to him or meeting him halfway, no matter what kind of background they cultivate, when they encounter and meet each other in short combat, there is absolutely no possibility of survival.

Although, they are infinitely crazy under the temptation of supreme dao weapons and freedom, but at this time, Feng Qingyang is even more crazy than them, and the bloodthirsty and indiscriminate banishing cultivator found at this moment that Feng Qingyang is actually more murderous than all of them, and the kind of blood condensed by killing is almost monstrous.

The phrase "the one who stands in my way...... Kill!" has become the death knell of the Cultivator of Exile, turning into a lingering aftersound for a long time, circling the heavens and the earth all the time, and spreading to all directions from this moment to the wilderness.

Feng Qingyang did not stop, and lifted the magic sword, the blood dance demon sword was already full of violent demonic nature, at this time, devouring so many exiled cultivators to donate blood, the sword body emitted a ghostly light, flickering from time to time, like an eye about to open.

But wherever the wind clears, the killing begins, and the people who stop him all die one by one, his cultivation is not the strongest, but at this time, he is the strongest here.

That kind of crazy killing, almost touching a realm, with him as the center, is in a unique space.

There is a strong respect for the law to suppress, the people from all directions can not escape, let alone escape into the void to hide their figures, the monks led by Gongsun Yang are less than twenty, when Feng Qingyang looked at them and walked by, everyone behind them except Gongsun Yang, the rest of the banished cultivators all exploded one by one, mixed with the blood donations of countless people, and finally merged into water droplets, making this dim world, blood rain in an instant.

In the early days of the Demon King, it was indeed not worth mentioning in the clear wind, just a moment, in the eyes of the monks outside the hundred zhang, the world within the hundred zhang almost turned into a strange red, blood and water fell from the sky, except for Gongsun Yang, the rest of the people died, leaving no one alive.

That kind of visual impact, as well as the shock of the heart, was almost indescribable, and everyone watching from the periphery of Baizhang was almost frightened, and it was only at this moment that they remembered that Feng Qingyang was still a disciple of the Nine Heavenly Palace of the Sin City, and he also had an identity called - the Demon Head.

The onlookers are still like this, and those who are within a hundred feet, not to mention, although many of their bodies are broken, but their spirits are all there, and they are trembling and floating in the void.

This group of people who think that they are the most evil, the most murderous, and the least afraid of death in heaven and earth are completely afraid, and it is a kind of fear that breeds from the heart to the divine soul, suppressing them one by one, and they cannot turn over in time.

"He's the Adversary!"

"The devil who kills without blinking, the devil who is even more murderous than us! Oh my God!"

"He is so fierce, obviously his cultivation realm is not as good as ours, but when he kills, we have no power to resist. ”

Seeing that everyone outside was about to escape, Feng Qingyang suddenly stopped his figure, as if he didn't see the Gongsun sheep who was standing still, raised his right hand, and swiped towards the sky.

With this stroke, the entire Heavenly Dome, which had been swallowed up by the Yin Void Curse, turned violently in an instant, turning into an indescribable storm that swept across the entire wasteland of exile.

Under this terrifying sweep, a monstrous storm was set off, and those exiled cultivators who began to flee were all involved in this storm, and between the roars, all the bones were gone.

And almost at the moment when everyone who fled died, Feng Qingyang carried the Blood Dance Demon Sword, and when he slowly raised it, in the eyes of the surviving Exile Cultivator thousands of feet away, he who was holding the sword suddenly swung it.

With this swing, the Blood Dance Demon Sword was infinitely enlarged, and with the help of the countless demon king's qi and blood absorbed, the Demon Sword almost burst out with the strongest coercion since its birth in an instant.

Thousands of zhang red mang, where it passed, the void collapsed, directly tearing the heavens and the earth into a huge crack, and went straight to the front thousands of zhang away, because there, there were still hidden people from the four major cities.

These people who rushed forward were just ghosts for the dead, even if they really killed Feng Qingyang, it would be impossible for them to leave this place, let alone get what they called the supreme dao weapon.

In an earth-shattering roar, the turbulent power of the shattered void swept away thousands of feet in an instant, and a collective muffled snort came, and there was a clicking sound again.

It was an enchantment cast by the cultivators of the four major cities, but I didn't expect it to be discovered by Feng Qingyang at such a distance, and it was pierced by a sword barrel.

After piercing, a red and strange storm was formed, sweeping through the people in the enchantment, sweeping in all directions, the enchantment was shattered inch by inch, turning into countless pieces, as if there was an invisible big hand, after grabbing these fragments, it suddenly scattered in all directions, the enchantment collapsed, and the wind and clouds that swept the heavens and the earth slowly disappeared in all directions.

Almost at the moment when this enchantment exploded, far away in a secret realm of the four major cities, there were countless spirit cards placed here, and each token was marked with a name.

The originally crystal clear spirit cards burst open in an instant, and more than a tenth of them were shattered in an instant. And below the spirit card, there are four old men sitting cross-legged.

These people were gray-haired and dressed in simple robes, revealing a primitive and reckless meaning, but at the moment when the spirit card above was shattered, their originally peaceful faces turned hideous.

Despite this, they never opened their eyes, but sat there calmly, as if nothing happened in the outside world had anything to do with them.

Outside this secret realm, there were four middle-aged men walking around anxiously, and there was even one with a frightened face, this person had a big waist and a round waist, and it was the city lord of the West City Gate.

He paced back and forth, the anxiety on his face could barely be concealed, and he looked behind the secret realm from time to time, wanting to step forward, but he was afraid and fell back.

"Ancestor, my son is dead, please come out to uphold justice, and I hope that your ancestors will deign to help me kill the demons in the outside world, and return my four major cities to a bright future. The city lord of the West City Gate said urgently, and there was always a trace of worry in his tone that could not be concealed.