He did not underestimate such a heaven-defying existence as Feng Qingyang.
"Even if I die, I will kill you completely." Suddenly, the silent Hun Daozi became ferocious, and his handsome face turned distorted.
As soon as these words were spoken, the quasi-saint's cultivation exploded again, and the entire secret realm of the Fire Source Star Domain collapsed. Countless voids were cut into pieces, and after being torn apart alive, they completely disintegrated. Almost in an instant, an astonishing force was generated, and the emergence of this force was enough to shock the world and destroy it.
What's even more terrifying is that when Hun Daozi's quasi-saint cultivation was intertwined with the ancient divine painting and the other middle-aged man, this maze was completely and firmly under their control.
Feng Qingyang and the Holy Prince could not escape even if they had wings. Their powerful aura stirred up the winds and clouds of heaven and earth, and suddenly a huge tornado was generated in the sea of fire.
The power that was enough to destroy everything erupted completely. The ten people kneeling below suddenly changed their expressions at the moment when the momentum erupted again. They stood up without caring about their image, looked at the people beside them, and suddenly made up their minds. A strong wind blew across the distance and suddenly disappeared from here.
Hun Daozi ignored their departure. After all, these people were just like scum in his eyes, such tiny ants that could not truly escape from his palm even if they escaped to the ends of the earth. At least in his opinion, this was the case.
The whirlwind swept across the four directions, causing the sky and earth to collapse again after the rumble, and the flames seemed to have wrinkles. There was an indescribable beauty between the layers, but under this gorgeous flame, Feng Qingyang did not linger, but was alert.
"Brother Monkey, come with me. A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood." Even a fool could see the madness of Hun Daozi, and could see the hideousness of the ancient god painting even more. The other party were three genuine quasi-saints. If you were to fight them head-on, they would be smashed to pieces in an instant, just like eggs and stones. No matter how many eggs you have, they can never beat the stone.
At the critical moment, Feng Qingyang turned the situation around, stretched out his hand forward, covering the sky and the sun, and rushed straight towards Hun Daozi with a vigorous force. But just when they were laughing wildly and thinking that Feng Qingyang was overestimating his own abilities, the other party mysteriously disappeared from their sight.
Like air, they disappeared without any sign. They could hardly believe that two living people could disappear so completely. Even after they disappeared for several breaths, they still had no reaction.
"Where are the people? Damn it, where are the people?" After a brief silence, Hun Daozi suddenly became furious. His fierce magical powers bombarded everywhere, the void shook, and terrifying pressure swept in all directions, so that the ten great men who were escaping fell from the void under the magical power that affected tens of thousands of people.
After everyone fell, they all knelt on the ground again, trembling with fear, looking at the extremely furious Hun Daozi in front of them in confusion. He had clearly let them go before, so why did he attack them again now? Did he finally decide to kill them to silence them, or to kill them all
"Damn it, why are it you? Why are it you?" Originally, looking at the falling figure in the void, Hun Daozi's distorted face was instantly filled with joy, as if he had finally killed his enemy with his own hands. But now, these ten unimportant characters appeared. As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
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In a corner of the flames, or more precisely, on the ground below Hun Daozi and his companions, there was a grain of sand among the myriad tiny particles, like a drop in the ocean. It was so tiny that even the three semi-saints could not detect it.
This tiny grain of sand contains a lot of secrets. The secret realm of the Fire Source Star Domain should have been plundered by the fire, but after Qingshuang merged into Feng Qingyang's body, the cycle of reincarnation here has undergone a completely new change.
If Qingshuang had not injected a piece of spiritual consciousness into Feng Qingyang's body at the last moment, he would have died on the spot. In this gravel world, the two of them sat cross-legged.
One of them has handsome eyebrows and eyes, and the other has a hairy face and a fierce mouth. Both of them are extremely powerful people who are full of fighting spirit and dare to change the world. However, the funny thing is that there is no joy on their faces. On the contrary, there is only tension and anger.
Feng Qingyang's face turned pale. This gravel was not the real Jie Zi space, but a barrier created by him with his great magical power to conceal the truth. This barrier only occupied an area the size of a gravel, and the two of them were hiding in this gravel. The appearance of this barrier was caused by Qing Shuang. Feng Qingyang was grateful in his heart, but now was obviously not the time to exchange gifts.
Although Hun Daozi, Gu Shenhua and the other two had never seen them, from Feng Qingyang's perspective, they could clearly see something about them.
The magical power cast by the opponent in rage swept in all directions, tearing the void and shattering the earth. In fact, as the caster of the barrier, Feng Qingyang would still bear most of the aftermath.
Although it would not be fatal, every bit of the spreading aura was enough to cause him to injure someone seriously. If they were not so righteous, they would have definitely discovered the strangeness of the sand and gravel here.
The earth can shake and the void can be cut, but only the sand and gravel are like a mountain, still lying there quietly. No matter whether there is wind and rain or the sky collapses and the earth breaks apart outside, the internal nature remains motionless.
When Feng Qingyang used the Jie Zi space, he was actually just copying others without understanding it. After all, only the former Tiandao Qingshuang could perform such a powerful magical power of combining the power of heaven and earth into space.
Above the meson space, there were seventy-seven forty-nine candles swaying, arranged in a row, standing in order at the very top of the void. If it weren't for the suppression of these candles, this place would have collapsed long ago.
Although the light was extremely weak as it swayed, it gave Feng Qingyang and the Holy Prince an extremely eerie feeling, and the dimness completely filled the entire Jie Zi space.
A strong wind swept in from the void. Every time it swept, Feng Qingyang's face became paler, and the forty-nine candles standing in the sky also swayed violently under the sweep of the strong wind.
The swaying light fixed the entire Jie Zi space. Feng Qingyang's magic power surged, stabilizing the candlelight, fearing that there would be any mistake. At this time, the violent storm outside did not calm down because of his disappearance.
"You beast, get out here!" Hun Daozi's eyes were bloodshot, his face was ferocious and vaguely murderous, his former elegance and composure disappeared, replaced by a collapse as if he was about to be possessed by a demon.
Boom boom boom boom!
The successive magical powers suddenly extinguished one of the forty-nine candles standing in the sky. Feng Qingyang was horrified and his face was full of shock.