Seeing the expression on Nan Xijue's face, Feng Jinghong couldn't help but want to laugh. For some reason, he suddenly felt that these disciples of the great sect were very pitiful. They had been known as geniuses since they were young, but once they failed to meet the expectations of the sect, they would be ruthlessly punished.
Abandoned, in order to survive and save face, they can only find ways to improve their cultivation, but because of this, they rarely have real feelings.
Whether it is their joy, anger, sorrow, or calling each other brothers, they inevitably have utilitarian elements. Even if they are on the verge of life and death, they must show a confident expression in order to scare away their opponents.
Feng Jinghong had no doubt that if Nan Xinjue begged him for mercy at this time, he would most likely let him go, but it was precisely because of Nan Xinjue's high-minded attitude that his fate was decided.
"Hey, Brother Nan, you must have been very prosperous for so many years, but your heart is also very bitter, right? Why don't you just go back? With Brother Yu accompanying you on the road to Huangquan, I believe you will not be lonely. Remember in the next life, this immortal
It doesn’t matter if you don’t cultivate!”
Feng Jinghong's voice became louder and louder. In the end, she seemed to have a sudden sense of seeing through the world, and her voice became louder and louder. The four words "It's okay not to cultivate" echoed for a long time even in the empty desert.
"Going back? Huangquan Road? Brother Yu?"
Nan Xinjue repeated with some confusion, but he reacted after only three breaths, looked at Feng Jinghong with an incredulous expression, and asked in shock: "You, you killed Yu Feixing?"
"How is it possible? It's him who cut off his path to immortality. It has nothing to do with Feng. However, Brother Nan, I'm afraid your account will be held on Feng's head. You know, I've never really liked you Piaomiao Peak!"
"Impossible, how can you defeat or even kill a puppet in the Nascent Soul stage? This is simply impossible!"
Nan Xin never believed Feng Jinghong's words and shouted loudly, but the fear in his tone still betrayed his heart.
"Haha, look..."
Feng Jinghong didn't explain, but just pointed to the top of his head. Nan Xinjue discovered that there were four green marks on Feng Jinghong's head, which were rotating gently and orderly.
"You are indeed the number one on the Qianlong Ranking. You are worthy of being the number one on the Qianlong Ranking. I'm afraid that disciples like us from the big sect have misjudged you. Haha, well, since it is unavoidable, let's fight in an upright manner!"
As soon as Nan Xinjue finished speaking, the person who was sitting cross-legged flew up into the sky. His left hand held the magic weapon that he had obtained not long ago, the extremely protective shield. His right hand kept waving, and the green and black palms were like dark clouds, moving toward Feng Jing.
Photographed from the top of the rainbow.
"Qingyou Juexinshou? It is said to be the secret skill of Piaomiao Peak, but it is useless for me. It is too slow."
Feng Jinghong was not bragging. In the eyes of others, the dazzling speed of his palms was like a child waving his arms. Not only was it full of loopholes, but it was also extremely slow.
For Nan Xinjue, whose strength was greatly reduced after being seriously injured, Feng Jinghong didn't even need to use the Infinite Tribulation Finger. The Thunder Sword Intent, the Kuai Sword Intent, and two golden elixirs were enough!
The light of a sword shines coldly on the yellow sand!
In the golden desert, the cold light of the sword was particularly dazzling. Even Nan Xinjue seemed to be shocked by Feng Jinghong's stunning sword. He stayed on the spot, his whole body was frozen, and he allowed Feng Jinghong's demon sword to strike.
over your own neck.
At the moment when his head flew up, Nan Xinjue was still wondering why he saw his body? It was actually a headless corpse!
With just one sword strike, Piaomiao Peak's senior brother Nan Xinjue died in Feng Jinghong's hands. There was no suspense, and he didn't even fully display his famous skills!
"This shield is a good thing, but it's a pity that it can't be used for the time being. Alas, I have to work hard to achieve the Golden Core Perfection. With this barrier-breaking pill, the Golden Core Perfection is not far away from me!"
Feng Jinghong picked up the shield on the ground, took Nan Xinjue's storage ring from his hand, buried Nan Xinjue with a wave of his hand, shook his head and flew away.
After killing two people in a row, Feng Jinghong already had five marks on his head, but he was not happy at all because he hated this color, green, but it was green. A man with a green color on his head filled the world.
If he ran away, whoever it was would probably not be in a good mood.
But what surprised Feng Jinghong was that it didn't take long for him to meet several foundation-building monks, and there were actually some people who were ready to attack him. When Feng Jinghong took out the Demon Sword, someone immediately recognized him.
, more than ten people dispersed in a hurry, and fled in all directions, leaving only the dumbfounded foundation-building monk.
"Senior Feng, I really didn't mean it. I didn't recognize you. Sir, please let me go!"
Although there are regulations in the world of cultivation that foundation-building monks cannot be killed easily, this is not the case for foundation-building monks who casually offend the majesty of high-level cultivators.
"Forget it, go ahead. If you meet some of my friends, let them come to the desert to find me!"
Feng Jinghong didn't expect that her benevolence would be rewarded in the near future, and she would save Wan Jianfeng and others. This is a story for later, so I won't mention it for now.
Let's say that Feng Jinghong suddenly realized after meeting several foundation-building monks. He no longer ran around aimlessly, but instead rode a somersault to the ground and stopped at an altitude of two hundred feet. The green mark on his head was reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Appears extremely eye-catching.
As he expected, there are always people who do not know whether to live or die. In less than half an hour, several waves of foundation-building monks flew in one after another. Without exception, they were all casual cultivators who wanted to form a team for a sneak attack. There were even three waves.
Ten Qi-refining monks.
Being harassed by these low-level monks all the time, even with Feng Jinghong's cultivation, he couldn't help but feel a little bored, so he simply released the aura of the Golden Core Stage, which really made him feel much quieter.
The sun had just set and the moon had not yet risen. Only a few not-so-bright stars were shining in the sky. Feng Jinghong, who was bored, lay on the somersault cloud, looking at the stars in the sky while paying attention to the surroundings with his spiritual consciousness.
The light at night was very dazzling, especially the green light above Feng Jinghong's head, which could be seen clearly from a hundred miles away. Finally, Feng Jinghong had found his prey!
But this time, there were quite a lot of Golden Core cultivators, and these people seemed to have been negotiated. They slowly approached him from three different directions. If Feng Jinghong didn't have spiritual consciousness in his body, he would definitely have been plotted.
.
"There are no fools in cultivating the truth. It's true. If you want to gain a foothold in this bloody world, strength is one thing, and brains are also indispensable."
Only then did Feng Jinghong realize that his thinking was a bit simplistic. If he dared to stand blatantly in mid-air for so long, he must have some support. And Feng Jinghong had been staying in mid-air for several hours. Someone would notice him if he dared to do so.
, it’s normal to come in a team!
"Okay, although I think of this matter simply, as long as you can come, I have achieved my goal, not to mention there are still a lot of people. Haha, sixteen people, I don't know if any of them can escape from my hands.
Woolen cloth?"
Feng Jinghong chuckled softly, and her outgoing breath suddenly stopped. The three golden elixirs of Taoism, Demonology, and Buddha were running at the same time. She held the Demon Sword tightly in her hand, looking at herself quietly like a beast waiting for prey.