I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Feng Zheng glanced around, detecting everyone's cultivation level.

Apart from Yan Xiu, the strongest person in the Fuzhen Temple is Yuan Ge who is at the Tianyuan realm, and the other four are barely at the Xiantian realm.

As for other people, they are no different from ants in his eyes.

"Is it hidden in the dark?"

Feng Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his sharp eyes like an eagle's carefully searched every place on Dayuan Mountain.

Upon seeing this, Yan Xiu thought that this person was indeed cautious, so he immediately put his fingers together, put the Ziyuan Sword back into the scabbard at his waist, and stood in mid-air.

"No need to look for it. I am the only one here and I don't have any backup plan. The famous master of the Moon-bearing Holy Land is so hesitant. Are you afraid?"

Yan Xiu's frivolous tone made Feng Zheng feel a little angry.

How dare you, a mere Tianyuan realm, be so presumptuous in front of me.

What an arrogant boy!

Feng Zheng snorted coldly and stopped thinking about what Yan Xiu's next move was.

No matter who you are, as long as you dare to show up, you will be buried with this Great Yuan Taoist Master!

Feng Zheng pulled the large black cloak off his body and threw it away.

The twelve innate realm masters behind him did the same thing, their movements were in unison.

"There is a road to heaven but you don't take it, there is no door to hell but you come to it. Since you are stubborn and refuse to change your ways, let everyone in the capital of the Yuan Dynasty bury you!"

After saying that, he waved his hand.

Suddenly, the twelve innate realm figures suddenly shook and scattered, surrounding the entire Dayuan Mountain.

The next moment they shook out a strangely shaped sharp blade from their sleeves, slashed it across their palms, and blood immediately splattered in the wind.

A steady stream of blood flowed out from their palms and gathered in the air.

In just ten or so breaths, the faces of the twelve people at the peak of the Innate Realm turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Feng Zheng raised his head slightly, a hint of madness appearing on his face.

"Today, I will let you see the strength of us, the Thirteen Ghosts!"

The blood gathered in the air began to wriggle, revealing a blurry face.

Feng Zheng's eyes suddenly became stern, and he leaped into the bloody mouth.

The next second, the blurry bloody face expanded rapidly like a balloon, reaching a size of a hundred feet in the blink of an eye.

The pressure emanating from it swept across the entire capital city in an instant, making everyone feel a huge sense of oppression.

Some warriors with low cultivation base fainted with their eyes rolled back because they could not bear the pressure.

Without any warning, an extremely strong wind blew up between heaven and earth, raising a cloud of dust.

Many warriors standing on the rooftop to watch the battle became unsteady and almost fell off the roof.

The strong smell of blood emanating from the blurred bloody face was carried by the strong wind and blew all over the streets and alleys of the capital, making people want to vomit at the smell.

Yuan Ge, as the strongest person besides the Thirteen Ghosts and Yan Xiu, could feel the pressure emanating from that bloody face most directly.

"So strong, is this the Tiangang realm?"

Yuan Ge originally wanted to take Tang Zheng away from here to avoid the aftermath, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead and he couldn't move at all.

A large amount of blood suddenly spurted out of the seven orifices of the blurred bloody face, splashing in all directions and enveloping the other twelve innate realm masters.

From a distance, it looked as if the entire Dayuan Mountain was being slowly swallowed by a ferocious scarlet mouth.

At this time, a foreign warrior recognized this move, and his tone was filled with undisguised panic.

"This... This is the blood prison of the Thirteen Ghosts!"

"Hurry, run! Otherwise we will all die!"

After the foreign warrior finished speaking, he let out a terrifying cry, completely ignoring the angry glares from others, and pushed through the crowd to run out of the city.

Because he knew that once this blood prison unfolded, it would devour the lives of all living creatures within a ten-mile radius.

If I don't escape, I will become blood food.

His running naturally led to many people who were already panicking.

For a moment, panic spread rapidly to the people around like a virus.

Yan Xiu put his hands behind his back and watched the blood prison unfold with great interest, with no intention of stopping it.

The originally blurry bloody face gradually transformed into Feng Zheng's face, looking down at Yan Xiu and all the Fuzhen Temple disciples in Dayuan Mountain.

There was no emotion in its eyes, like the god of death who was indifferent to all life.

"You are just a small Taoist priest. Remember, the death of everyone in the capital of the Great Yuan Dynasty today was caused by your arrogance!"

That bloody face emitted a cold voice.

"Everyone in the world thinks you are an immortal who has descended to earth. Even an immortal cannot escape from my bloody prison! Come and die!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone on Dayuan Mountain felt the air suddenly become tight.

The blood in his body seemed to be sucked madly by an invisible force, and fine blood began to seep out of the pores all over his body.

Some warriors with weaker realms were spitting out large mouthfuls of bright red blood.

All the blood merged into the blood curtain around it, making Feng Zheng's bloody face even more scarlet.

Although this blood prison looked powerful, Yan Xiu knew that it posed no threat to him at all.

He wanted to see the power of this blood prison at its peak, but he knew that if things continued like this, the entire capital would become a hell on earth.

Yan Xiu was no longer indifferent at this point, and looked up at the Blood Prison with an expressionless face.

Feng Zheng was furious when he saw that he still looked calm and composed despite the prospect of a catastrophe.

Suddenly, its bloody mouth opened and countless blood arrows shot out from it, falling rapidly from the sky, spinning.

Seeing the blood arrows approaching, Yan Xiu rolled up his sleeves and wiped them away.

The next moment, Yan Xiu formed seals with his hands very quickly, so fast that only residual shadows could be seen flashing by, which was dazzling.

"Destruction in all directions!"

As soon as the powerful words fell, the world seemed to pause and become dead silent, as if the strong wind and strong pungent smell just now were just illusions.

The Thirteen Ghosts only felt a heart-pounding breath passing through the sky and earth.

Then he lost his five senses, and only his consciousness floated in the void.

Feng Zheng wanted to shout, but when he opened his mouth he found that he couldn't make any sound. An unprecedented panic arose in his heart.

Suddenly, he felt as if his body was being violently torn apart by something, and intense pain spread throughout his body like a tide.

The intense pain stimulated every nerve, as if every piece of flesh and blood and every meridian in the body were torn apart.

Suddenly, scenes began to flash before my eyes.

Some of the clips looked very familiar to Feng Zheng, but he couldn't remember what they were.

Suddenly, the scene in front of him began to crack and shatter into pieces. Feng Zheng finally remembered it.

These are all his memories!

The next second, Feng Zheng suddenly felt his consciousness beginning to sink.

It feels like a drowning person watching the sunlight shining through the water gradually move away from him.

A feeling of despair gradually spread. Although Feng Zheng could do nothing, he could clearly feel his life slipping away.

Finally, the only remaining light in front of my eyes disappeared in an instant, leaving only darkness and silence, as if my soul and consciousness had completely fallen into the abyss.