The sun sets, the moon rises and the sky is full of frost, and at the last dawn, the wind Qingyang opens his eyes.

The moment it opened, it was as if the endless night was blooming brightly. However, at this moment, the void became cold, and the warmth that was supposed to come was gone.

At the end of his gaze, there were countless monks looking at him in unison, their eyes clear, with a touch of perseverance and determination, as if they were not dying.

Inside, Zhu Youqian, Zhang Kui and others are among them, and even Lu Xun and Prince Long are looming, but the figures of the two of them are a little hazy, even if they stand in front of everyone, others can't perceive it.

"Are you ready?" Feng Qingyang asked in a deep voice, and just as he was exiting, he heard the cheers of the crowd, united as one, and the morale was high.

"Men should be determined in all directions, shrouded in horse leather, and die on the battlefield. At this point, he looked around at the crowd, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Maybe you will think that I am just my own selfish desires, but in fact, I can also tell you very clearly, in addition to selfish desires, there is also the intention of hegemony. ”

When he said this, the black hair on the back of his head was windless, domineering, domineering, and domineering, and he said: "We are waiting for loose cultivation, and our status in the cultivation realm is low, like ants, and when I see the disciples of the ten major sects, they are all inferior, like dogs, like cows, like natural lowly maids, why?"

He asked in a deep voice, the sound soared into the sky, resounding through the sky, and the entire dark night ghost market was included, everyone looked at the wind clearly, their faces were puzzled, but there was still a touch of doubt, and a faint essence.

"I want to unify the cultivation realm, so that casual cultivation is no longer a lowly monk, let them puff up their chests, practice in the cultivation realm with dignity, no need to look at other people's faces, no need to be timid, and live an equal life. ”

He said lightly, his tone was gentle, without a little wave, but the calm words seemed to have set off an uproar in everyone's hearts.

Just like every word said now, although it is not as sonorous and powerful as a war song, it can gently bombard the softest hearts of everyone.

Even Lu Xun and Prince Long at this time, their hearts were trembling, and in retrospect, maybe they didn't find out as Tianjiao.

But this is the case, the lives of people who are loose cultivators are even like ants, and they can be tortured and killed at will by the people of the ten major sects, and they cannot resist at all.

This is also the fundamental reason why Sanxiu hates the people of the ten major sects so much, in the final analysis, this is a concept of inequality, if it changes, I am afraid that the cultivation realm will be less bloody.

"I'll wait, swear to follow the alliance leader to the death!" I don't know who it was, at this moment, he suddenly roared, and for a while, the voices of the people were boiling, and the death qi skyrocketed to an extremely high Cheng dù.

This time to destroy Maoshan Mountain, it is imperative for the wind to be clear, you must know that there is a secret killer weapon in his realm bead world, he believes that when the killer weapon is used, it will definitely surprise the people of Maoshan.

Grinning and looking at everyone, he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Let's go." ”

The two words were in one place, and suddenly there was a roar in unison, and the killing intent and battle intent condensed into a substance, invincible, the void trembled, and bursts of echoes could be faintly heard, like a war song played for them.

The crowd took off, the wind swept his body and his momentum emanated, and at the same moment, the sky above the dark night ghost market suddenly dimmed, and the great wilderness beast Kunpeng roared out.

Its body is huge, like a small mountain, majestic and domineering, the moment the great desolate beast appeared, Lu Xun and the Dragon Prince who were hidden in the crowd trembled fiercely, looking at the wind in disbelief.

The aura emitted by the great desolate beast has obviously reached the realm of the heavenly demon, which is equivalent to the Jindan power of the human monk, and such a strong cultivation is actually willing to be the mount of a little zombie, how against the sky?

And the appearance of the Great Desolate Beast once again lifted everyone, only to feel that the morale was like a rainbow, and at this moment, it once again rose to a peak, an invincible apex.

Flapping his wings and flying, mighty and mighty, the wind was clear and sitting on the body of the Great Desolate Beast, he crossed his knees and looked quietly ahead, the land of Maoshan Mountain, he had never been there, it was just a simple order, and the Great Desolate Beast under him would naturally prepare a qiē for him.

Soaring upwards, the wind is blowing, whistling across the sky, crossing the Northern Styx River of the Death Mountains, and now, this river is only beginning to take shape, with a little bit of rudimentary form.

Over time, if you absorb enough water from the Nine Heavens Yellow Spring, you will definitely be able to form the river in Feng Qingyang's mind, the River of the North Styx, and here, it will also become a forbidden place.

Time flies, like flowing water, passing by in a snap of a finger.

They passed through countless second-rate and third-rate sects, directly crushed by domineeringly, and flew over the heads of people in a daze, and the aura that emanated, even these non-mainstream sects could only look away, and instead showed a touch of envy.

Once upon a time, there was such a strong scene of casual cultivation?

But now, it is arrogant and domineering to the extreme, God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, who is competing?

Maoshan Zhengtian Sect, since history, has been the leading boss of the righteous path nose in the paper cultivation realm, but I don't know that since a certain generation, changes have taken place in the door.

The sea of vast qi that was originally unique to the sky above disappeared, but what remained was a miasma of black smoke, and the disciples in the door also became unrecognizable one by one.

If the people in the past were all righteous, then the people of Maoshan now are wolves, doing all kinds of evil, always doing mischief in the name of righteousness, who also has a small number of righteous people, but there are only a handful.

The sins they committed were already open secrets in the cultivation realm, and no one dared to say it.

And today, they talked about walking on a strange road, and the chase began when Feng Qingyang first arrived in the cultivation realm, and it was doomed.

Moved by his thoughts, Feng Qingyang stood up, and vaguely, there were rolling mountains in front of him, all of which were full of spiritual energy, but I was afraid that there was a large spiritual spring in the place where his sect was located.

The mountain stretches for tens of thousands of miles, the aura rushes to the sky, the entire mountain gate appears to be resolute, a group of holes in the heavens and blessed land, seeing this, the wind Qingyang opened the eyes of the sky, the eyes blinked, and the essence suddenly passed through the sky, shooting straight to the stretching mountain in front.

As far as his eyes looked, a roar suddenly erupted, and a yellow curtain of light fell from the sky, like a big bowl, inverting the entire Maoshan land.

And his heavenly eyes could only reach the void, and when the two touched, there was a roar that shook the sky, and at the same time, golden light flew out from the light curtain.

The fierce murderous aura was overwhelming, like a locust, more like a sword mountain, roaring.

"A group of shrunken turtles, do you still know how to come out?" the wind cleared a loud roar, and the sound was monstrous, and suddenly a gust of wind swept away.

"Evil beast, don't be rampant!"