"Cultivators, the emphasis is on cultivating the mind, if everyone contains the devil's way like you, the heavens and the earth are born, wouldn't it be a mess?" The woman retorted disdainfully when she heard this, and was talking, but when her eyes touched Feng Qingyang's face, it suddenly froze.

At this time, the hat on his head had long since disappeared, his eyebrows were full of anger, and his whole face looked a little terrifying, but when he looked at this woman, a touch of shock also flashed, and it turned into a complicated one.

After a while, Xuan Tianji withdrew her gaze, her face suddenly did not show the slightest change, she slowly took two steps back, and her whole person turned into a phantom.

There was a trace of worry in his eyes, and he was silent for several breaths before he came back to his senses completely, sighed and closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the original tenderness suddenly disappeared, replaced by a cold and frosty color.

Compared with her calmness, Xiaoyue on the other side was much more excited, staring directly at Feng Qingyang, full of attachment, but when she caught a glimpse of Xuan Tianji's stern expression, she also sighed and took this tenderness into her heart, and turned to look at Feng Qingyang with hostility.

"Under the Holy Venerable Throne, the nobility is boundless, how can you, an ant, be slaughtered at will?" Seeing that the two were silent, the young man who followed closely behind seemed to guess something, and spoke sharply, and immediately covered the void with one palm, as if to smash Feng Qingyang into pieces.

Feng Qingyang didn't look at him, he stood still in place, like a majestic mountain, and even ants could shake the cornerstone of the mountain? When the palm wind hit, he just turned his head and glared at the other party fiercely.

"Ah......h

So strong, this power almost surpassed his cognition, and he was shocked back with a single look, is this still a human being? His eyes contracted, and he said that his divine sense wanted to find out the details of the clear wind.

However, like a stone sinking into the sea, the divine consciousness disappeared in an instant the moment it touched the other party, and it was suddenly approaching, trying to get close to his own deity and devouring his divine soul, and in shock, he hurriedly withdrew his divine consciousness and stabilized his mind.

Fortunately, Feng Qingyang's attention was not on him, but after glaring at him, he retracted his gaze: "Carving insect skills, if there is such a clown jumping off the beam under the Holy Venerable's seat, if I am you, I might as well find a piece of tofu and kill me." ”

"You ......" The handsome man's face was changing, from childhood to adulthood, almost from the moment he was born, he was shrouded in the aura of Tianjiao, and no one had ever spoken to him like this, and some people looked down on him with such a face.

Who is he? He is a disciple of the Holy Venerable, but this person's air obviously does not take him seriously, and even the Holy Venerable does not seem to have the other party's eyes, who is he? Who is it?

"You step back first. At the end, seeing that Feng Qingyang looked a little impatient, as if he wanted to kill this person, Xuan Tianji hurriedly said, although this person is not right, but his origin is extraordinary, at least it is not the current Feng Qingyang can kill if he wants to.

"Don't you hear? Why don't you get out of here, do you want me to give you a ride?" Seeing that the handsome man was unmoved, Feng Qingyang's fierce eyes looked at him again, like a knife cut, stabbing him painfully, and it seemed that his whole face was ruined under this gaze.

cold, his heart trembled suddenly, and he couldn't help but retreat backwards, and the moment he retreated, a strong sense of shame swept through his body, and he ...... was shocked by Feng Qingyang's eyes, and he retreated!

"Who are you...... Do you really think I'm some kind of soft persimmon?" In front of the two girls he liked, the handsome man completely exploded, and his whole face was hideously distorted.

Let alone...... He is still a disciple of the Holy Venerable, what a glory this is, at this moment, he has suffered his contempt, and he is extremely ashamed, which can be described as a common heaven.

Perhaps it was anger that made him lose his former calm, this person raised his foot and stepped forward, his fingertips suddenly pointed to the center of his eyebrows, and in an instant, in the center of his eyebrows, a huge grimace appeared.

When it appeared, it swelled up at an extremely fast speed, and almost at the moment of appearance, it turned into dozens of zhang in size, grimacing and roaring, with anger and hideousness, with strong strength, and went straight to Feng Qingyang, under the gaze of Xuantian Ji, Xiaoyue and Gai Jiuyou, swallowed it in one gulp.

At the moment of devouring, Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, his hands pinched, the streamer flickered, and the power of the runes swirled endlessly, and at the last moment, it was suddenly imprinted on this grimace.

"If you want to swallow me, you will naturally have to bear the price. This sound was like a roar, bursting out like thunder, and at the moment when he was completely devoured, from the final spread of his grimace, he completely disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The sky is blood red, and the earth is even more revealing a strange dark brown, as if soaked in donated blood, and then in the endless years, it has turned into such a appearance, bursts of pungent fishy smell keep emanating, maybe it is too strong, when the wind Qingyang appeared, I suddenly felt unwell all over my body, like ten thousand ants devouring my heart, and the whole person looked a little sluggish.

Looking around, the endless land was covered with bones, corpses, or stumps and flesh, but countless intact heads could still be seen in them, and from their faces that were not yet completely corrupted, it seemed that they could still vaguely see the fear they faced when they were on the verge of death.

The last moment of the pupil freeze, that lingering shadow, perhaps the ghost face that came out of the illusion, was originally a special magic weapon, when the monk entered it, he would give birth to all kinds of demons, just like the wind at this time, the inner pain, the feeling of ten thousand ants devouring the heart flowed all over the body, and the whole person was not good.

There was a loud bang, a large number of broken bones and tattered flesh and blood flew one after another, and there were monks in ancient costumes, struggling to rise from the earth, giving birth to large dry hands, exuding a disgusting rancid stench, and rushing straight towards the wind with stiff steps, their eyes were blank, and they could clearly see the mad killing intent contained in them.

"Could it be that this kind of thing is doing weird?" Feng Qing raised his eyebrows and frowned, his mind moved, and a strong will fell directly on this rotten man, and with a bang, his body exploded directly, and the flesh and blood were scattered, staining every inch of the earth, and the blood that flowed out disappeared even strangely, as if this land was also a devil, a devil who devoured blood.

At the same time, almost at the moment when the man exploded, countless long rainbows crossed the blood-colored sky, swept wildly in all directions, and the whistling sound was earth-shattering and deafening, and it was in front of him in the blink of an eye.