With a loud shout, he turned over and got up, and suddenly slapped down with another palm, which used at least half of his strength.

I only heard a bang, shook the mountain again, and then hissed, it seemed to shatter something in an instant, but this qiē was no longer important to Feng Qingyang, who had fallen into a rampage.

He just vented to his heart's content, palm after palm, I don't know how long it took, he finally came back to his senses, looking at the messy scene in front of him, and was a little surprised in his heart.

"What's wrong with me?"

He muttered to himself, it seemed that the stronger the strength, the stronger the murderous and irritable aura in his heart, and when he thought of this, a bad thought suddenly rose in his heart.

That's about the future growth of zombies, and it seems that zombies are divided into two cultivation systems, one is the more powerful and warlike and murderous, and the other is to get closer to humans.

There are not many zombies that have gone through ancient times, ancient times, and even if there are, they are only the lowest puppets, and some slightly more powerful zombies will be close to humans in principle after they have achieved cultivation.

Although he is still spurned, he can at least survive for a long time, but the situation of the wind is clear now, which is very similar to the fighting vein, which is a combat talent.

The more powerful, the more belligerent, almost completely against the sky, never following the way of heaven.

"That zombie king seems to be a fighting vein!" Feng Qingyang muttered to himself, recalling the scene when he was wiped out by the Heavenly Tribulation and finally died.

Although the battle is strong, it is miserable and miserable, and the catastrophe suffered is even more fierce than that of the human race, and after passing, although the strength will increase, but if it fails, it will definitely die.

His eyes flickered, looking at the place where he had been frantically suppressed, and when the last wisp of dust dissipated with the breeze, the scene that appeared instantly shocked his eyeballs.

"How...... How could it be ......"

He stammered, since his debut, he has gone through countless life and death pursuits, and it can be said that he has been living on the edge of life and death, but even so, he has never been so surprised.

Unless he met a monk who had just come out of a large rank, but the man in the green robe couldn't see the cultivation at all, and even if he was strong, he would be able to withstand such a fierce blow from the wind and clear air in a state of not dodging, dodging or defending, at least he would be injured!

However, at this time, the man in the green robe did not look injured at all, and even the expression on his face did not change at all, as if the qiē done by Feng Qingyang before was just a joke.

"Impossible...... Even then, he would at least get hurt!"

Feng Qingyang thought that the man in the green robe was still riding on a demon beast, not only was he fine, but even the demon beast had no reaction at all, except for the cold, there was no breath at all.

"Is it dead?"

With a move in his heart, he immediately put away his mana, and lost his previous impulse, he quietly went up, tentatively moving to the side, this time he was no longer carrying the man on his back, but looking at him.

Sure enough, at the moment he moved, the man almost began to move quickly, as if floating in the air, just a slight flicker, and followed the footsteps of the wind Qingyang.

"......Sure enough," he said slightly, and then he was shocked, and suddenly flashed quickly, and the power that exploded in that moment was unprecedented, almost in the middle of a thought.

"Look where you're going!"

When he reappeared, he came to the top of the blue-robed man's head, and he did not hesitate to use his mana, and then the pitcher was covered with a palm.

Fali surged, instantly turned into the size of a grinding disc, and with a roaring sound, it was like a rolling god thunder rising from the ground, and the powerful palm wind pressed the ground below into a crack.

"Boom ......"

The big hand pressed down, with him as the center, the earth of Fang Yuan's several zhang suddenly trembled, turned into flying ashes and disappeared into the heaven and earth, and the ground sank again, revealing a big pit in the palm of his hand.

Between the whistling, the wind was clear and pressed in the air, and in his stunned eyes, he actually penetrated the body of the blue-robed man, and at the moment when the two intersected, that feeling seemed to hit a pool of clear water.

With a brush, the wind cleared through his body and stood not far from him, and at this moment, the man in the green robe also turned around in an instant and looked at him directly.

The wind was clear and terrifying, and he secretly said that it was not a ghost, he forced himself to calm down, his mana worked, and suddenly he turned into a man in black armor.

His blood-like red hair fluttered at will, exuding a world-beating momentum on his body, looking at the blue-robed man who was close at hand, the wind was clear but speechless.

After being silent for a long time, he said: "I don't know who you are, I don't want to know who you are, I hope you don't follow me, otherwise, I will definitely try my best to kill you!"

The voice of the voice was sonorous and powerful, without showing weakness, in fact, the moment he penetrated his body before, Feng Qingyang had already understood that this was not a person at all, but a projection.

To be able to do this, at least it is only possible for the ancient giant Jindan Great Power Realm, this is the sixth layer of the Shura battlefield, Feng Qingyang can no longer find such a powerful person, then there is only one, and that is the Shura King!

The only king of the Shura battlefield, the Shura King who is equivalent to the human monk Jindan Power Realm!

After finishing speaking, Feng Qingyang turned around and left, leaving the ground full of sores, silently telling the previous scene, the aftermath lingered, echoing in the sky, it seems that as Feng Qingyang said, no matter who you are, as long as you provoke me, you will still be beaten down in minutes.

However, just as he turned around, there was a burst of laughter behind him, and there was no killing intent in that voice, just a simple laugh.

"The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrifying! For countless years, apart from his arrogance, you were the first person to dare to speak to me like this. ”

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang turned around abruptly and looked back at the green-robed man, only to see that his face was no longer numb as before, but with a faint smile.

This smile is not a sneer, nor a mockery, but a smile, and, from it, it seems that you can still feel a deep nostalgia.

"The deceased is gone, even if he is strong, he will still inevitably die at the moment, boy, are you here to inherit his mantle?"

The blue-robed man spoke slowly, and then a memory appeared on his face, and he looked up at the sky.

"Old friend, do you say, is he as you wish?"

Just as he finished speaking, the sky suddenly resounded with several buzzes, as if in response to his words.

"Boy, don't guess, I'm the sixth layer of the Shura King, but what you see is just a projection of me, if you want to find me, you have to rely on your ability, in the end I am still waiting for you to rescue!"

After saying that, his body began to sway, and it seemed that he was going to disappear at any moment.

"Wait......"