This token is not big, with a nine on the front and a seven on the back.

In the token, it seemed to be sealed with something, lying quietly in the palm of his hand, with a strange feeling, exuding wisps of demonic energy, slowly immersed in the body of the wind and Qingyang.

This thing is exactly the qualification that he has officially been recognized by the Nine Heavenly Palace, and the moment he holds it, he is marked with a wisp of branding, and the existence of this brand makes him and the Nine Heavenly Palace have a cause and effect.

With a flick of his fingers, the token suddenly swirled and flew around him, and almost at the same time, Mo Qianxiao, Jiuqiu and the others who were standing on the side also spread a trace of gold on their waists.

Three different tokens flew out at the same moment, echoing with the piece of Feng Qingyang, and at that moment, a strange feeling was born in everyone's hearts.

It felt as if a trace of their souls were tied together, and the kind of bond from the heart made them all tremble, originally the wind was clear when they first came here.

But just between the echoes of this token, it seemed to be closer to them, without the initial strangeness, and with a thought, he took back his own token in the air.

At the same moment, he seemed to understand something in his heart, shook his shirt, smoothed out the folds, and then respectfully bowed to the three people in front of him.

"Senior brother has a clear wind, I have seen all senior sisters and brothers!"

As soon as these words came out, the palm token suddenly trembled slightly, and the golden light spread in all directions, and the magnificent demonic qi came in a vast way, imprinting them together.

"Bow together!"

The three of them all bowed, looked at each other's eyes, looked at each other and smiled, and after the gold list in the sky turned into a token and disappeared, there was a burst of hearty laughter.

"Yes, yes, when your sixth junior brother appears, my Sin City will be considered a complete merit. ”

When everyone heard this, they were silent, and after a simple exchange, they left separately, after all, there are only a few of them in the Heavenly Palace here, and they will come for a long time, and the time they will see each other must be countless.

Soaring into the air, he came to the top of the main peak that belonged to him, and between raising his hand, the Heavy Sword Mountain spun out, bombarding the mountainside, opening up a cave.

The life of the game landed on the platform outside the cave, and with a move of his heart, he changed the pattern of this place slightly with great mana, and finally a finger fell, and a stone gate appeared in an instant.

Raising his hand, he carved a row of sharp characters on the top of the cave, laughed, flashed in, sat cross-legged in the cave, and felt the endless rich aura.

"The cultivation speed here is dozens of times that of the outside world, no wonder it is called the Heavenly Palace, but since it is a city of sin, it must be the holy land of the Demon Dao, why is there no demonic qi here?"

As soon as his mind started, he felt a call from the bottom of his heart, and the wind was clear and his heart was shocked, and he walked out of the cave according to this call, and stood on the platform at the door and pondered for a long time.

Now he had been here for nearly seven days, and in twenty days or so he had to leave, and when he thought of it, he walked down the hurricane and came to the square below.

Perhaps it was his aura that alarmed the other three people in the cave at the moment, and they all poked out their divine senses and silently followed the wind Qingyang.

At the other end of the square, there was a cliff, this cliff was like a curse, it was directly cut down by a knife, and there were scratches left by thousands of sword qi cuts on it.

And this scratch is exactly what Nan Wu summoned in his heart.

"The little junior brother went to the Demon Cliff. ”

Mo Qianxiao and the others exchanged their divine senses, and after Feng Qingyang arrived, he suspended in the void and silently looked at him on the ground below.

Entering the Demon Cliff, only the Nine Heavenly Palaces have it, and the origin is not verifiable, but it is said to be the preaching thing of the city lord of the Sin City back then, and there is his artistic conception on it.

These big disciples, except for the eldest disciple Qian Yanli, who came through the level like Feng Qingyang, the rest are all people with more or less demonic nature.

And this magic cliff is the place where they usually realize the artistic conception, but now they have reached a bottleneck, and it is useless to realize it, so they choose to retreat to find the opportunity of the picture.

And this entry into the demon cliff is to open the demon nature in their hearts, what is the devil, is this demon the heinous evil person in the eyes of the world?

On the cliff, thousands of scratches criss-crossed, vaguely, the wind Qingyang seemed to see a hazy back, he was peerless, standing in front of the demon cliff with a wave of his hand, and shattered the heavens.

Unconsciously, he slowly settled here, his eyes were blank, as if he had lost his brilliance, but in fact, his consciousness fell into a deep concentration.

This state is not only the unity of heaven and man, but also the origin of the gods, looking at thousands of Huaheng, he has no idea where to start, as if many things surround the edge of his body.

As time passed, unconsciously, he raised his right hand, his gaze locked on the farthest scratch, and raised two fingers of his raised right hand.

Almost at the moment when his fingers were raised, the objects in front of him changed in an uproar, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, thousands of demons rushed forward, and in front of him, there was still a Gundam back.

This man raised his hand and slashed through the void, and the countless demons who rushed forward turned into flying ashes, and blood flowed to sacrifice the supreme demeanor of his finger.

"To kill the demons?"

Feng Qingyang spoke softly, and his raised right hand also slashed, but at the moment of the stroke, a shock came, shaking him out of his settled state.

He took a few steps back in shock, and almost sat on the ground, and his change fell into the eyes of Mo Qianxiao and the others, and he secretly laughed, and they were the same back then.

The power of this anti-shock can be said to be extremely strong, and the tiger of that year was an idiot for a week after waking up in Dingding. And Feng Qingyang only took three steps back, which shows how extraordinary his qualifications and will are.

"Kill the demons. ”

Feng Qingyang muttered, raised his right hand again, his pupils turned blood-red, and his body gradually became illusory in this change, almost disappearing.

And the steps back are slowly moving forward in this illusion, as if they want to reach out and touch the scratches on the cliff wall.

His expression turned calm again, but his eyes, which had been distracted, were more refined than red under this calm.

Stretching out his right hand, the two fingers stood up, as if they merged into heaven and earth, gradually overlapping with the scratch he had initially locked, and that scratch was the one he had portrayed.

"Kill!"

As soon as his lips moved, his momentum skyrocketed, and the way of killing suddenly spread, blowing his somewhat messy long hair, and the moment this killing broke out, it resonated with the scratch.

Under this mighty killing, he suddenly felt a wonderful rhythm, one stroke at a time, a wave of his hand and a sleeve, and all kinds of hallucinations appeared in front of him again.

But this time, catering to his killing, the small universe suddenly began to erupt.

ps: I was drunk last night, and I haven't been awake until now, and my head is a little muddy, and the remaining two are updated at night, so it should be better at that time.