As he was thinking about it, he realized that the atmosphere around him was not right.

Holding the Xuanhuang scabbard in his hand, his cold gaze swept in all directions, and after reading it, he couldn't help but sneer, and then bit the tip of his tongue as if nothing had happened, releasing essence blood, and engraved his mark on the scabbard.

When the essence blood entered the scabbard, a vague sense rose in his heart, and this scabbard suppressed this place across an era, and the mark in it had long since disappeared, which also gave Feng Qingyang an opportunity.

"Fellow Daoist, entering this secret realm, everyone is born and died, and if there is a crisis, I will go forward to resist, but there are treasures, how can they be owned by you alone?"

Some people sneered disdainfully, and their tones were full of dissatisfaction, as if they had forgotten that if it weren't for the clear wind, I'm afraid they would have died in the blood-colored threads in the first passage.

Someone spoke, and naturally there was a second person, and for a while, the sound of cold words came and went, endlessly, and even directly released their own mana.

Looking at its appearance, it seems that if Feng Qingyang can't give a positive answer, they will kill them, and for a while, the smell of gunpowder in the void is very strong, and it is full of murderous intent.

"What's more, everyone can see that this enchantment is strong on the outside, and not only you, but even me can easily break it. Out of the crowd came a man with a hungry yellow face.

Holding a string of rosaries strung with white bones in his hand, but the strange thing is that there is a grimace on the rosary at every moment, and the grimace is vivid, as if he has forcibly extracted his soul and sealed it in it.

His eyes were cloudy, full of viciousness, completely forgetting that he had survived because of the clear wind, on the contrary, the thought of missing the scabbard made his heart feel like a drop of blood.

How did he know that he had already become a bird at this moment, although there were many people who echoed before, but everyone was not stupid, so naturally they would not come forward to die.

Now that someone has appeared, it is naturally a good thing for others, as long as the wind is clear and kills, then they have a reason to take action.

"Who are you?" Feng Qingyang held the scabbard with one hand, raised it with the other, and pointed directly at the hungry yellow man who was less than three feet away from him, his eyes wandering, full of disdain.

It's not that his attitude is too arrogant, but at this time he has long been very angry, this group of people who don't know what to do, he saved their lives, and he didn't say anything about repaying his kindness, on the contrary, he wanted to come to take the treasure he obtained.

If it was just something simple, maybe he wouldn't care about it, but the scabbard involved a wide range of things, especially the word Xuanhuang engraved on the sheath, which made him make up his mind that he would never fall into the hands of others.

Thinking of this, the fluttering eyes suddenly converged, and the two eyes seemed to shoot out of a sharp sword, directly on the faces of the people behind them, that feeling, as if there were ten thousand knives scraping on the face, and the pain was almost screaming.

"This seat is the overlord of the wasteland exiles......"

"Enough, Fang Xiaoxiao also wants to hit my attention, are you tired?" The last few words are almost like thunder, every word is heart-wrenching, and after the huge coercion is spoken again, the man is locked in an instant.

Hearing this, the man gritted his teeth, the fear in his eyes flashed, and turned into a killing machine, he jumped up, like lightning, and pounced directly on the wind Qingyang.

The murderous intent and humiliation in his heart, and the humiliating and mocking eyes of the people around him, made him hate Feng Qingyang, who was indifferent at this time, to death.

The moment he pounced, a black ripple suddenly appeared on his body, which isolated everyone and wrapped him and Feng Qingyang in it.

"Domain?The mid-stage power of the demon king?" Feng Qing raised his eyebrows, and secretly said troublesome, if the other party was just a simple demon king, then it would naturally be effortless to deal with it by himself.

But if it is the middle stage of the demon king, it will be a little troublesome, and he scolded secretly, and thought of a compromise in his mind in an instant, one of which can deter everyone, and the other is also to show his supreme strength and prove that he is not a soft persimmon.

"Fellow Daoist, it's not that the deity wants to trouble you, but that the husband is not guilty and guilty. The hungry man smirked, and did not speak.

When he rushed away, the black halo on his body was even thicker, and the rosary in his hand rotated only to see that it became larger, which was a long story, but it was actually completed in a very short time.

Bai Xi was silent, seeing this scene, he originally wanted to make a move to stop it, but with a flash of his eyes, a trace of hesitation and hesitation appeared on his face, and he finally stopped making a move.

Feng Qingyang's expression was calm, almost no change, but at the moment of his arrival, his eyes kicked, his pupils suddenly became scarlet, and his hands were sealed.

In the rapid superposition, eight runes spun out of his body, and he was so powerful as soon as he made a move, it was obvious that this was Feng Qingyang's technique to obtain the spell from the strong man in the Sealing Realm.

This supernatural power, aimed at a qiē palm realm creatures, has a strong restraint for them, if it is a monk who is stronger than him, or Feng Qingyang will be suppressed, but the man who appears now, although he has the realm of the middle stage of the demon king, in Feng Qingyang's opinion, there is obviously some silver spear wax head.

And just under the rotation of the runes, the wind was clear and moving, like a bow away from an arrow, facing the hungry yellow man who came straight to the void, his expression was indifferent, full of murderous intent, without the slightest emotion, like a god of death walking in the world.

As the moment approached, Xuan Yi pointed forward, and with this finger, the power of the thick spell directly shuttled through the void and bombarded the prayer beads that came.

The red boom sounded, but what was surprising was that this rosary was not the enemy of the wind and clear move, and the moment it hit the rune, it all collapsed, as if derailed, and fell directly to the other end of the ground.

And this rune was castrated, and under the inverted scroll in the void, there was a bang, exploding the black circle of light on the hungry yellow man's body, and hitting the body of the deity in his aperture.

"Poof!" The hungry yellow man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and an incomparably clear hole appeared directly on his chest, which was not only as simple as bleeding, but like countless ants, it began to eat away at all directions, making it impossible to repair it.

"Little thing, I have long ago hidden your cultivation, do you think I am so easy to deal with?" The hungry yellow man laughed wildly, accompanied by laughter, and the corners of his mouth directly spurted out a mouthful of extremely rich blood.

But at this time, he had already fallen into madness, where would he pay attention to the injuries on his body, he pinched the seal with one hand, and pointed on the broken rosary with one hand, and there were words in his mouth, and suddenly, the momentum on his body changed, like a beast that suddenly woke up, and his bloodshot eyes stared straight at Feng Qingyang.

"You can die. He roared, and the rosary began to merge as it swirled, eventually turning into a fist-sized black orb.

"Not good. ”