In the audition battlefield, Feng Qingyang stood quietly in place, he was also reckless before, but he didn't expect so many emotions to be injected into it.

Looking at the people around, they also looked at Feng Qingyang with a complicated expression, which had admiration and a little sympathy, if the previous alliance was only suppressed by force, then at this moment their hearts were temporarily gathered together.

No matter how evil or heinous he is, there is also an extremely pure place in his heart, but it is overwhelmed by blood and deceit.

Feng Qingyang is a song about wine, but it is the softest place in their hearts, and only at this moment can they truly accept Feng Qingyang and accept the alliance.

There is a way to deliberately plant flowers that do not bloom, unintentionally planting willows and willows, and the wind is clear, but it inadvertently consolidates the barriers of the alliance.

The middle of the night had passed, and the sky was getting brighter.

Looking up at the sky, the blood moon colored porcelain turned into a remnant sun, but now it is more than a step bigger than the beginning, if you look at it, you will definitely find that there are shadows flickering in it.

Feng Qingyang's face was contemplative, and he was intoxicated with his own memories alone, and the memories that were still away from that scene were played back like a movie, so that he could never forget the deep hatred of the sea of blood.

"Red Devils...... I also know something about the dark night ghost market, I Zhang Kui don't say anything else, when you go to Maoshan Mountain, I, Zhang Kui, will lead the alliance to encircle and suppress Maoshan and help you!"

Feng Qingyang turned his head and looked at the people with the same firm eyes, a trace of warmth drifted through his heart, although the scattered cultivators were all deceitful people, but it just didn't enter their hearts.

"Okay! I have received everyone's wishes, but for now, I still have to survive the last two days first, and then I will go out of this audition battlefield. ”

After a pause, he said, "After all...... After all, there are still Taixuan and the people of Xiaoyaomen who have not been killed!"

A cold light crossed his eyes, and the previous trace of sentimentality and sadness disappeared in an instant, making people recall that everything that appeared before was an illusion.

In the morning, Feng Qingyang and Zhang Kui led the heroes to crisscross the audition battlefield, and everywhere they passed, all the disciples of the sect were swept clean by them, but this time they left their lives.

After all, if you kill too much, it will definitely cause unnecessary hemp, and the alliance is beginning to take shape, and it is the time when it needs to be consolidated, where can it withstand the wind and rain?

And if you meet the people of Taixuanzong and Xiaoyaomen, then you will be ruthless, not only wash and scrape, but also burn the corpse directly with a fire charm after the incident.

During this period, they had also encountered some mid-foundation building monks who hunted others alone, but before that person could react, he was bombarded into slag by the person who used to be in the early stage of foundation building behind Feng Qingyang!

"Red Devil! happy!" Zhang Kui laughed on the side, only to feel extremely happy.

As a casual cultivator, the lowest level of the cultivation realm, but now it is the opposite, killing the disciples of the sect is like killing a dog, how can this not make their blood boil!

"Hey, there are two people in the middle of the foundation building ahead?"

The wind was clear, and at a glance, I saw that there were indeed two black dots on the edge of the dim sky that were speeding rapidly.

"That's not right!"

Feng Qingyang took a closer look, it was actually two monks in the middle stage of foundation building fighting each other, but one was slightly wolf, obviously unable to parry.

"There's a play!"

Feng Qingyang laughed loudly and went away in the air.

"The Red Devils are here!"

He shouted at the figure, and saw that the two people who were chasing him were shocked, and looked back.

Sure enough, when they saw the red hair like blood in the clear wind today, the faces of the two turned pale, and they no longer cared about fighting each other, but turned each other around and ran away desperately.

Zhang Kui, who came from behind, looked at Feng Qingyang in surprise, and his eyes were depressed.

"Am I that scary?" Feng Qingyang touched his nose in embarrassment, but he didn't know that his appearance at the moment was indeed very scary.

His fangs hadn't been withdrawn since last night's sword dance, and for some reason, it made him feel a little more comfortable, and maybe only the original form of the zombie was his original form.

"Hahaha!" Zhang Kui laughed, and then continued to beckon the people behind him to wander around the sky and patrol.

As long as there is a target in his eyes, he will come forward and blackmail him.

"Do you want to die or spirit stones?"

"Damn ......"

"Strip naked and fuck off......"

The place where he passed was even more ruthless than locusts, but thinking about it, this piece of scattered cultivation black pressure gathered together was suppressed by a thousand people, if the magic weapon in his hand was bombarded at the same time, who could resist it?

Except for a few top mid-stage foundation building juniors, the rest are all smashed!

And after the alliance last night, Feng Qingyang did not continue to expand his team, he knew that there were no more soldiers, and it was difficult to manage the number of people, and Saixiu was a group of rabble, so there would be trouble.

He also moved his mind to recover these thousand people, otherwise he would not have racked his brains to coerce and lure his alliance last night.

The sweep in this day can be said to have shaken the entire audition battlefield, but there are also individual casual cultivators who imitate the strategy of Feng Qingyang and entangle a group of chaotic monks together.

In this way, the countless monks who were originally scattered in the audition battlefield gathered into a large group.

After a day of fierce fighting, there were about 8,000 people in the audition battlefield.

Now there are five super-large groups in the entire audition battlefield, showing a five-legged trend! As long as you survive a day and a half, you can get out of this purgatory-like battlefield!

Now it is a group of disciples of the Taixuan Sect and the major sects headed by Lu Xun, as well as the group formed by the monks of the major foundation building periods.

Among them, the strength in the middle stage of foundation building is the strongest, on the contrary, the Ice Palace Alliance with a clear wind is the weakest one.

It's just that after half a day, they ran into walls everywhere, and they couldn't touch the kind of lonely crowd, and they also had a big collision with Lu Xun's group several times, but each time it ended in their own failure.

Under such circumstances, morale was low and sluggish, and Zhang Kui had already broken his head for this matter.

"Red Devil, I'm afraid it's not good to go on like this!" Zhang Kui said as he stood beside Feng Qingyang, chattering.

He looked worried, the alliance was beginning to take shape, if there was no supply of spirit stones and magic pills, I was afraid that it would fall apart before the audition was over, and now Lu Xun led two thousand monks to look for them all over the battlefield, this is simply a leak and rain overnight!

Feng Qingyang stood beside a circumambulating valley with a frown, he did not answer Zhang Kui's words, but looked at the terrain below without blinking.

I saw that there were all kinds of uneven rocks in the valley, and the ground was dark red.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he suddenly remembered a formation in "The Art of Formation".

So he looked back at Zhang Zhangkui and said, "Call them all over, I have something important to say, this time I must play a big game!"