Gradually, a picture scroll appeared in front of him, and the picture scroll opened, slowly outlining a world and a world, and after a while, the picture was completely revealed in Feng Qingyang's eyes.

What he saw was that there were countless monks, exiled cultivators, and people from the four great cities, including the young people who had been saved by him, who were also standing among them.

When they met on a narrow road, they couldn't retreat, Feng Qingyang didn't want to dodge, and he wouldn't dodge, he just galloped forward without looking at them, as if he didn't see them.

"Death to those who stand in my way!" Feng Qingyang shouted angrily, raised his hand to pinch the trick, and suddenly pointed at the crowd in front of him.

He was dressed like snow, and at the moment his fingers pointed out, his original delicate appearance disappeared, and was replaced by a humanoid giant beast with a green face and fangs, as high as nine feet.

Taking a step forward, there was an earth-shattering roar, this sound was synchronized with the fingers that were clicked, and instantly merged together, under the blend, in the middle of heaven and earth, only a knock was heard, and a stone tablet silently appeared in heaven and earth.

The stele is thousands of feet high, straight into the sky, and countless inscriptions are engraved on the stele, looming, revealing a mysterious and vicissitudes of life. This is the wind blowing out of the simulated mantra stone tablet.

His supernatural powers, can evolve all things, from the virtual to the real, from nothing to something, a thousand zhang represents the Tao and reason comprehended by the wind Qingyang, although the previous qiē may be an illusion, but he still believes.

"I shouldn't have saved your life that day, this is what you owe me, and I will return it all today," the wind roared wildly, and the stone monument fell from the sky, overwhelmingly suppressing the heads of the crowd in front of them.

Boom Boom!

The void in their direction exploded, turning into endless nothingness, turning into a storm visible to the naked eye, twisting and slashing wildly in all directions.

The crowd burst into shouts, but more of them screamed, there were more than a dozen monks here, but most of them were in the early stage of the demon king, although they found the wind clear, but so what?

The stele had not yet been completely suppressed, and the storm that broke out just by its arrival broke up the formation of everyone, scattering and scattering, and the sound of flesh flying wildly, and the sound of breaking was endless.

Bang! Bang!

Someone's body exploded and fell in the storm, the connotation of this stone tablet was clear and unintelligible, he just indifferently used his divine power to evolve into nothingness, and he never knew that it would be so strong.

How would he have known that this stone monument was unusual, almost the moment the storm appeared, the wind rushed into the crowd, and the body was ten feet high, like a small mountain.

Everywhere he passed, he wailed all over the field, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, fiercely slaughtering the crowd without the slightest resistance, this was a battle without suspense, only the slaughter did not resist.

"Town!"

When his body stepped through the crowd, he instantly turned around, crossed his hands and superimposed, and waved down at the surviving crowd behind him, and at that moment, the stone tablet was born.

The thousand-foot-high stele only appeared in one corner, and the other corner was still hidden in the endless void, but at this moment, this corner alone was enough to destroy everyone.

There was no screaming, no wailing, just a non-stop popping sound, the wind was clear and his face did not change, and he did not even blink his eyes, he knew that the so-called popping sound was the sound of everyone's explosion.

The wind passed without a trace, and when the stele disappeared, the crowd disappeared, but there was still one person left in the void, who had clear eyebrows and looked quite kind.

His eyes were blank, but he came to his senses after the stone tablet disappeared, glanced at Feng Qingyang in front of him, and bowed his head deeply, but the moment he lowered his head, his face suddenly turned pale.

"This is your choice, whoever offends me will die!" Feng Qingyang said lightly, and then turned his head and fled into the void, flying forward at a gallop.

This time, he didn't hide, but released his breath, and since he understood some truths, he didn't have to cower and face it bravely.

"God is not kind, I don't have to admit this day!"

"The land is not kind, I don't have to set foot on this land!"

"But if it's human...... So what should I do? I can only kill, keep killing, until finally there is no one to kill, and no one dares to kill me......" The wind galloped and slowly spoke, leaving a series of echoes behind him, his expression was sad, and his back was even more desolate than an indescribable desolation.

He suddenly roared in the sky, and his sound rolled like thunder, causing the black fog that filled the sky and earth to shake in an instant, and under the black fog reversing, a beam of light suddenly came.

This light, red, is the blood moon of the sky, no longer misty, but directly shining on Feng Qingyang's body through the thick black mist.

He was murderous, and he looked even more terrifying and hideous under the blood moon, his face was full of evil, and others would only feel terrifying when they looked at him, but this horror was just the desolation he wanted to hide.

The small village that appeared in the Sealed Realm was false, illusory and real, maybe there was no tribe, but there was definitely that person, and that person was waiting for his curse in the Sealed Realm.

"Don't you die?" Feng Qingyang's face was covered with frost, looking at the crowd that kept appearing in all directions, his killing was terrifying, but it still couldn't stop the banished cultivator who had long been blinded by greed and freedom.

Suddenly, he laughed, and the laughter rolled like thunder, but when it fell on everyone's ears, it made them shiver, and a chill arose in the body, and gradually appeared outside the body.

He laughed at the merciless heavens and the earth, and he laughed at the creatures of the world, whether they were mortals or monks, and even more laughed at himself.

No one can recognize it, so why should I bear the name of killing, and the identity of the devil will slaughter all the people in the world?

"Whether I am a human, or a zombie, or a demon, whether it is the suppression of heaven and earth, or the enemy of the world, or I am really just a chess piece, but I know that my fate is in my own hands, no one can shake it, if you want to find death, then let the horse come, whoever lives and who dies, you will know if you try!"

Maybe it doesn't matter what it is, it's important to understand the meaning of my own existence, whether it's life or death, or whatever, I'll walk on my own path.

The one who stands in my way - death!

No matter how many obstacles there are in front of me, or how many fogs there are, I will use my own strength to uncover them one by one, and if there is anyone who stands in my way, then I will step on this qiē under my feet.

His words revealed a kind of arrogance, and he suddenly had a strange momentum, domineering descending from the sky, controlling the Quartet, and thousands of ups and downs.

When he finds that the path he is taking seems to have been arranged by others, when he finds that he is just a pawn, when he finds that he has been killed by everyone, he has only two choices, either compromise or - rise!

"What is the truth? What if it is false? I only know that those who stand in my way will die, and those who stand in my way will be killed!"