This kind of aggrieved and helpless feeling in his heart was so strong that even though he was a disciple of the Holy Lord, he could not suppress the extreme anger after being humiliated.
His eyes were cold as he looked at Feng Qingyang who was gradually turning into a black dot. His gaze was bloodshot. He suddenly raised his hand and waved it forward. Like the Milky Way, a silver jade belt suddenly appeared in the void amidst the roar.
Spanning the sky and extending infinitely forward, almost at the moment of appearance, Hun Daozi raised his foot and stepped forward, and the original anger and distortion turned into indifference the moment he stepped on the jade belt.
"This is a supreme Taoist weapon bestowed by my master. It was originally intended for me to use to escape. It can only be used three times in a lifetime. The first time was spent on you. If I don't kill you, how can I face my fellow disciples?"
The voice of indifference filled the void. Even Feng Qingyang, who was thousands of miles away, couldn't help but shudder. Although he was not afraid of the other party, he didn't want to cause trouble.
Now, time is everything for him. He needs to revive the remaining fragments of Qingshuang's will so that he can perfect his Dantian world. Moreover, only in this way can he face the calamity of the emperor while in seclusion.
In the end times, he had never been so anxious and wished he could stop right now to overcome the tribulation. If he didn't have so many worries in his heart, he would almost want to find a place to start his retreat immediately.
"Your ancestor is so strict, this guy is chasing me relentlessly and won't let me go?" Feng Qingyang turned his head and saw a silver jade belt coming from the edge of the sky. Hun Daozi, who was originally very far away from him, was approaching him rapidly at a terrifying speed.
"Damn it." Unable to help but curse, Feng Qingyang turned around again, and the Green Lotus of Creation projected out and turned into a green dragon, winding and circling, and the sky was full of the power of the green dragon.
Feng Qingyang stood at the head of the dragon. The blue dragon flew away quickly, but after turning around, he looked coldly at Hun Daozi who was chasing him.
He made hand gestures. His life story was unknown, and the fate of Zhu Xuezhu and Jiu Huang was unknown. How could he just die like this? His hand gestures quickly changed, and the rune between his eyebrows suddenly flashed out, circling around his body and spinning rapidly, making him look extremely weird.
He stretched out his hand and raised two fingers. He made one stroke, one line, and another stroke. Then it turned into countless lingering halos. As it rotated, the void quickly evolved in the dance of the fingertips.
A huge rune slowly appeared and gradually condensed in the void. When he withdrew his hand, the rune between his eyebrows suddenly became larger and overlapped with it. At that moment, a sound of "boom" was heard in the void at the same time.
"Not good." The Curse Master frowned as he came at him quickly. He could rarely sense a hint of threat from Feng Qingyang's magical power. Even... if they collided directly, it wouldn't be fatal, but it could cause him some injuries.
"The rune controls the heaven and earth!" Feng Qingyang's voice was a little hoarse. After this voice appeared, he pointed his fingertips on the rune condensed in the void, licked his lips, and injected a drop of blood into it. You know, this comes from the bloodline of the Corpse King.
Immediately, the runes flashed with dim light, and a unique pressure swept across the world, similar to the current breath of heaven. In the blink of an eye, it felt as if the heaven was suppressing it.
"If I die, you won't be able to live either." Feng Qingyang said ferociously again, and then he pointed his finger forward, and then pushed it forward quickly. A loud bang was heard, and the entire void collapsed under the rotation of this rune.
The magical power of the curse that contained the essence and blood of the Corpse King finally burst out in the palm of his hand, with the strongest power in his life as a curser, and the void shook and collapsed.
It began to spin violently, and countless wronged souls remaining in the void screamed miserably, and rushed into the vortex. The endless evil spirit broke out to a peak at this moment, stirring up the situation in all directions. It seemed that the violence that was suppressed to the extreme and finally erupted was like the violent resentment that had been accumulated for thousands of years, and it all broke out at this moment.
"Looking for death..." Hun Daozi's face was so cold that it almost dripped water. Looking at the curse runes coming towards him accompanied by a huge whirlpool, his eyelids twitched wildly. Although his face was disdainful, the uproar in his heart was earth-shaking.
If it was an ordinary spell rune, perhaps he would not feel anything, but the moment it was formed, he didn't know what method Feng Qingyang used to make it instantly become strange. The pressure from it made him almost breathless, as if what was bombarding him at this moment was not a magical power, but the entire way of heaven.
"What kind of magical power is this?" Hun Daozi finally chose to retreat. Under such pressure, he actually stepped back and did not dare to confront it head-on. You know, he is at the peak of semi-saint and is only half a step away from becoming a quasi-saint.
However, being locked by such magical power, how could he escape just because he wanted to? Almost at the moment when he was about to retreat, Feng Qingyang grinned.
When two armies fight, the most important thing is to attack the enemy's heart. Since Hun Daozi has the intention to retreat, he has already been defeated. Although his strength is stronger than Feng Qingyang, what does that mean
When the two men fought, they were not testing their strength but their will. Even Feng Qingyang had never thought that Hun Daozi would retreat.
In fact, he underestimated his own strength too much. He had only glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of the power of the Corpse King's bloodline.
Boom!
The runes kept spinning, eventually completely covering Hun Daozi, to the point that Feng Qingyang couldn't believe that he would have the absolute upper hand and suppress him.
At the last moment, he seemed to vaguely see Hun Daozi crushing something. His angry eyes made him frown secretly. The two of them might have been fighting to the death. Although he could temporarily suppress him with the essence of the Corpse King's blood, this was not a long-term solution after all.
"I'd better retreat first. There's a long way to go. Just wait for me. I, Feng, don't need you to come looking for me. I will come to you in person and fight you to the death."
After saying these harsh words, Feng Qingyang immediately changed direction and fled towards the City of Sin.
It took a full quarter of an hour before the place finally calmed down. The terrifying runes before had almost completely destroyed the starry sky, and the cultivation star under his feet almost exploded.
The wanton magic power was surging in all directions, and everywhere was filled with an extremely terrifying aura. Suddenly, a dishevelled figure jumped out from the center of the explosion.
His hair was disheveled, blood was gushing out of his body, his eyes were bulging suddenly, and a murderous aura was sweeping in all directions.
"Feng Qingyang, Feng Qingyang, I'm going to kill you. I want to eat your flesh and drink your blood." This person was none other than the Hun Daozi who had been targeted by Feng Qingyang before.
His face looked extremely ugly. Although it was ferocious, the lingering fear in his heart could not be concealed and was revealed.