"Whoever offends me, even if you are far away, you will be punished!No matter who you are, no matter what your background is!" Feng Qingyang said silently, retracted the Dharma Appearance, stepped forward, and then pointed a few meters in front of him, and a muffled snort came, and suddenly a cultivator of exile fell from the void, and a hole appeared in the center of his eyebrows, which was obviously pierced by a finger and fell to his death.

"I have a life-saving grace for you, but if you want to take revenge, today, I will come to collect the life that should not continue to exist. Feng Qingyang raised his hand, and the upside-down magic sword suddenly came out of his hand with his thoughts.

With a touch of blood-colored red light, it tore through the dim heaven and earth covered by the Yin Void Spell Dao, and with a roar, it smashed on top of an enchantment held up by more than a dozen people in front of him.

Just as the magic sword pierced, the enchantment immediately rippled, twisted rapidly, and then collapsed and shattered, and at the same time, Feng Qingyang's sword-wielding hand raised his hand to grab the collapsing enchantment in front of him.

"The art of cause and effect!" With a low shout, a Buddha rune appeared in his palm, which was sealed in heaven and earth under the rotation, and at that moment, there was a trace of connection in his heart, and those who had been saved by him appeared in his mind like points of light.

As this technique unfolded, he grabbed the fragments of the collapse of the barrier, and pressed it, and the storm suddenly rose, rolling countless pieces of rubble in all directions, and quickly spread in all directions between the roars.

Each storm contains the causal technique performed by Feng Qingyang, and it also contains his terrifying physical strength, which is almost invincible, and between the scatters, it brings a bloody wind and rain.

"Now I come to reap the life that should be mine. Feng Qingyang's eyes were indifferent, cold to the extreme, and it seemed that he could freeze the world at just one glance.

That kind of coldness from the heart made the monks hidden in the void shiver in unison, if it weren't for the large number of people at this time, I'm afraid they would have been frightened and turned around and ran away.

He galloped forward, came to the place where the Blood Dance Demon Sword pierced the barrier, stretched out his hand to slowly recall it, and looked at the empty square, he suddenly grinned.

The smile spread, revealing two rows of Senbai's teeth, and suddenly, he waved his hand and grabbed it back, and at that moment, a scream came, and he grabbed a banished cultivator from the void, and glanced at him coldly, and the wind suddenly opened his mouth and bit his neck.

Knock knock!

The mouth is filled with donated blood, and the disappointment blood veins and the Taiyin True Scripture in the body work together, quickly laughing at it, absorbing its essence and blood and feeding it back into the body.

"Demon Dao! This is the Demon Dao behavior!"

"Destroy the demons! Let's destroy them together, how can such a man-eating demon stay in the world?" someone shouted indignantly, but before he could finish speaking, he stopped abruptly.

He was greeted by a handsome face, seemingly with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but in the eyes of this shouting man, it was like a god of death who was urging his life alive.

Feng Qingyang's big hand was like a pile of iron tongs, like pinching a chicken, lifting it in the air, and his fingers moved violently, with a crisp click, he twisted his neck off, and at the same time opened his mouth and sucked it, devouring his soul.

Letting go of his hand, the limp corpse fell to the ground with a clatter, but Feng Qingyang did not look at the fallen corpse, but moved his gaze to the sky.

In the dim heaven and earth, there were four people standing in the void, although the Yin Void Curse hindered the clear wind divine sense, but it really could not stop the cause and effect technique he cast.

The people of the wasteland of exile and the four great cities have all taken over the cause and effect with him, and wherever he passed, he could clearly perceive the people around him, although he couldn't see it, but he could feel it clearly.

The four hidden people obviously also saw the clear gaze of the wind, which was a great hatred, which directly made several people feel like they had seen a demon.

And in these four directions, in addition to the monks killed before the wind clears, there are more or less hundreds of exiled cultivators, but in the midst of this continuous killing, even the heavens and the earth change color, the sky rains blood and erosion of the earth, the blood flows like rivers, corpses are everywhere, there are broken corpses and disgusting breaths everywhere, they collapse.

Not only collapsed, but also frightened, from the deepest fear in my heart, horror, especially when touching Feng Qingyang's cold eyes, I was even more frightened and trembled.

The kind of killing that treats everyone like a mustard, slaughters casually without blinking, is extremely ruthless, and kills without mercy, brings the breath of everyone extremely depressing, as if it is a feeling of immersion on the verge of death.

In the eyes of the world, they are fierce and cruel, and they are heinous and heinous, but now what they encounter is a killing devil who is even more ferocious than them, which can be called the pinnacle, and directly crushes the fierce side of their hearts.

"Just by virtue of you, can you still call it a heinous murderous cultivator? the cultivator of exile who only knows how to bully the weak and fear the hard, and the people of the four major cities who are interested in seeing wealth?" Feng Qingyang opened his mouth lightly, there was an indescribable indifference in his tone, and the magic sword he mentioned upside down shook suddenly after these words.

With this tremble, the magic sword suddenly grew larger, plunging straight into the ground from the void, and at the moment of insertion, the vibration came slowly. The earth cracked countless openings, and countless dark red bloody colors were like rivers underground, about to burst out of their shells.

Almost at that moment, all the monks standing on the ground were illuminated by the blood-colored light, and at the same time there was a terrible scream.

Their bodies suddenly turned red, and immediately began to swell, as if inflated, gradually becoming larger, and in the blink of an eye, the dozen or so people on the ground were all twisted and eroded by red blood qi.

In the midst of the screams, the monk's flesh finally reached its limit, and it exploded open, and the splinters of the sky mixed with the blood sprayed out soaked into the earth, staining it red.

One after another, all the monks who were eroded by the red blood qi began to explode, and in the blood dance magic sword inserted by Feng Qingyang, they were all infected by the magic sword, tearing their bodies apart, and thus collapsing.

At the moment of collapse, Feng Qingyang drew his sword, pointed ahead, opened his mouth and inhaled, and suddenly, devoured the souls of more than a dozen monks below.

At that moment, the mana in his body suddenly skyrocketed, like a big river about to burst its embankment, roaring, absorbing so many demon king souls, almost making him reach the critical point of breakthrough.

The earth was full of blood, and although it was in the dimness of the Yin Void Curse, it still couldn't hide the bright crimson, and the corpses were broken all over the ground, and countless blood and qi turned into red threads and all went straight to the wind.

At that moment, Feng Qingyang only felt that his body was about to explode, and his ears were full of endless roars, booms, and he had a feeling that he was about to break through, but in the end he was forced to suppress and compress!

This is not the time for him to break through, but for his revenge, the moment for him to vent!