The empty void was filled with transparent flames. Feng Qingyang's face suddenly turned pale, and a mouthful of blood rushed into his throat through his body.
“Qingshuang… Qingshuang…” All of a sudden, the aura of his whole body began to rise continuously while he was chanting these two words. The majestic fluctuations of mana directly overwhelmed the huge fires burning in all directions. After surrounding them, it formed a monstrous rebellious way, sweeping up the winds and clouds in all directions, which was earth-shaking.
What I don't want can be reversed!
Behind him, the black figure of a giant beast slowly appeared. Although Hou Zun eventually transformed into the Heavenly Dao, Feng Qingyang's cultivation method was also evolved from Hou Zun. After it was perfected, he could directly transform into Hou Zun's physical body.
If it weren't for the suppression of the Corpse King's bloodline, Feng Qingyang would almost believe that his existence might just be a back-up plan of Hou Zun, or it might even be someone else's wedding dress.
Red pupils, white robes, and a black shadow as big as a mountain behind him kept flashing. Feng Qingyang had already arrived at the front, only a few feet away from the Venerable. His long hair moved in the wind and did not burn to ashes in the fire, making him look extremely weird now.
With red pupils and towering body, he looked like the master of this place. The Saint Prince, wearing golden chain mail and holding a big stick, walked forward together. The two of them overlapped, and for a moment, the super-strong pressure reached its peak, making the two of them believe without hesitation that even if there was a quasi-saint in front of them, he could fight against him.
"犼! You are犼!"
With the appearance of Feng Qingyang's strange vision, everyone's faces changed. Even the ten super powerful ones looked at Feng Qingyang in shock. They originally thought that the other party was just weird, but they never thought that what he transformed into was actually a monster!
This appearance, together with the prehistoric beasts engraved on the edge of the pool, the king of all beasts in the center, isn't it the Lord of the Beasts? When he was shocked, the figure of Qingshuang in the sky burst out with a powerful resentment.
Although her soul was split and suppressed by Qiong Zun, her hatred and resentment towards Qiong Zun still existed. Even though it was split into countless parts, the original hatred would still burst out of her body after the other party appeared.
"Qingshuang... I'm not a 犼!" Feng Qingyang murmured. Fortunately, his body was strong. Perhaps the Holy Prince didn't notice it, but how could he not know it? A powerful aura locked him firmly.
"Hou!"
Almost in an instant, the entire void began to tremble. The natives of the Fire Source Star Domain who were originally kneeling, their bodies completely exploded. Trillions of souls broke out of their bodies, forming a huge vortex amidst the whistling sound.
Ten powerful masters stared at the changing scene in a daze, as if they had lost their souls, but they did not see any movement at all, and the harsh roar echoed in the void.
The figure just stared at Feng Qingyang, and he felt as if he had been hit hard. It was not that he could not compete with him, but after the vision of Hou Zun appeared, he actually had a vague feeling of being superior.
The emergence of this feeling made Feng Qingyang terrified. If this was the case, could it be that there really was a backup plan left by Hou Zun inside his body
But now, it was too late for him to think about anything else. There was a loud bang, and the sound was like a waterfall falling and hitting the earth heavily. The violent spreading force suddenly spread out from all directions.
But at the moment it touched Feng Qingyang, the source of violence suddenly turned into gentleness, and after getting close, it disappeared completely in an instant, as if it had disappeared out of thin air. It was extremely weird. At this moment, Feng Qingyang slowly put down his raised hand, and above his head, a huge ancient bronze coffin appeared out of thin air.
At this moment, he was no longer Feng Qingyang, but a mixture of the aura of Qingshuang. After the coffin lid was removed, the diffused aura enveloped him, and suddenly, he seemed to have turned into Qingshuang.
Is it an illusion
He raised his foot and took a step forward. The moment he touched Qingshuang's figure, he clearly felt the vibration of the other person's body. Almost at the moment he stepped in, drastic changes began to occur.
A head of purple hair fell along his waist to his feet. If he was not in mid-air, he would have fallen directly to the ground. His face, which had been distorted to the extreme, gradually calmed down.
With a touch of sadness, but in the sadness there was a kind of pity. Standing in the wind, his thin body looked really pitiful. Feng Qingyang walked to the other side very easily, penetrated the restriction spread by the other party, and the two fought against each other.
This restriction is invisible, but as the successor of the formation, how could Feng Qingyang not feel it? The previous pause was a test to continue forward, but when he found himself enveloped by the aura of Qingshuang, the other party naturally stopped guarding against his progress.
The Holy Prince, like the others below, stared at Feng Qingyang in a daze. His originally booming momentum suddenly vanished like an eggplant hit by frost. He hung his head and stared blankly ahead.
"Qingshuang..."
As soon as these words were spoken, the Void Copper Coffin suddenly opened, and the flickering chaotic energy, after spreading, immediately gathered towards Qingshuang's figure. This was an instinct, like a return to the origin.
Yes, this was Qingshuang's remaining soul. A shadow visible to the naked eye slowly merged into Qingshuang, and the other party did not resist and accepted everything calmly.
The two figures intertwined, and strong resentment and anger continued to appear, but in the end, they all turned into calm. However, Feng Qingyang's heart was filled with a roar.
"The aura suppressed by the World-Suppressing Copper Coffin is the remnant soul of Qingshuang, but this technique was clearly acquired by me accidentally in the world of cultivation, right?"
Half a day passed slowly, and an extremely powerful aura spread from afar. Not just one, but after the first one, two came one after another.
Three quasi-saint wills descended from the sky. Even though they had not yet arrived, the surging momentum had already locked onto this place. Under this violent momentum, the remaining ten remaining Fire Source Star Domain masters all fell to their knees on the ground with pale faces, as if they had lost their souls.
The will transformed from these three auras was enough to shake the heaven and earth, and there was an indescribable momentum that suddenly burst out, and the roar it caused stirred Feng Qingyang's heart. Even the Holy Prince was frightened.
"We meet again." A rumbling sound came from one of the three wills, turning into the sound of thunder and spreading in all directions. As it spread, a large amount of electric light swept in all directions.
Feng Qingyang knew that the person who spoke was Hun Daozi, who had been forced to retreat by him with the essence of the Corpse King's blood not long ago. He had a ferocious face and was wearing a gray robe. He was the first to appear from the void line and looked at Feng Qingyang unkindly.