The Saint Prince looked slightly bitter as he looked at Feng Qingyang standing in the void. The other party's eyes were like torches, piercing the sky, and the aura he exuded was enough to make even a fool guess what the other party was going to do.
But he did not stop him, but after a moment, he also rose into the air. Feng Qingyang knew the other party's intention very well, so when he came to his side, he could only look at the Holy Prince with a complicated look.
This was not a life-threatening collision, but it was becoming more and more complicated, and the danger contained in it was even more intense. But he was not willing to give up. The moment he raised his head, his eyes flashed. Even if it was a quasi-saint, so what? The remaining strength of the spirit world now, I am afraid that it is the quasi-saint who decides everything.
As far as he knew, in the deepest part of the spiritual world, that is, under the seats of the nine great saints, except for the ninth saint, Du'e, the rest of the saints had quasi-saint disciples who lived in seclusion and never came out.
Those who have remained in seclusion for thousands of years without leaving their names, have never shown their true colors, and have always been in seclusion in secret. Unless there is a major turmoil in the spiritual world, or it is a moment that involves their own fate, life and death, otherwise, they will never break out.
In the spiritual world today, all the quasi-saints who had been hiding in seclusion have come out into the world, seeking a chance to survive in this catastrophe. This is not their original intention, but is influenced by the will of the most powerful saint at the peak of the spiritual world.
Even the several senior brothers in the City of Sin, in a short period of time, completely started their cultivation in their respective secret realms. Qian Shangli, Li Ge and others all reached the level of quasi-saints.
Even the last Gai Jiuyou broke through to the semi-saint level. His semi-saint cultivation was extremely special. He inherited all the power of the ancient great god Zhu Jiuyin. Even if he fought with a quasi-saint, he would not suffer any loss.
One sect is full of peak powers, let alone the other saints? Feng Qingyang's only disadvantage was that he didn't have enough time. He was indeed powerful. Even if he fought three semi-saints or even more alone, he would not be afraid. But he was now facing three quasi-saints.
How powerful is a quasi-saint? A saint is a peak power recognized by the heaven and given a dignified position, while a quasi-saint is an ultimate powerhouse who controls all the laws of the three thousand great ways, but lacks a dignified position.
Unless Feng Qingyang can break through the peak of the king realm, step into the half-step emperor realm, and his physical strength reaches the peak, he can transform into a Qi Zun and become the first physical king in the spiritual world, then he will be able to fight against him.
Therefore, when facing these three semi-saints, he had made up his mind. Regardless of whether his senior brother could come or not, he would not back down. How could the third will of the spiritual world retreat
"Brother Monkey, this time we fight, life or death is irrelevant!" His voice swirled and echoed throughout the Jiezi space. A storm came from the deep sky, like a big hand, gently passing over the sky above the twenty-four-sided star formation, and in a moment it turned into a raging storm. So much so that the candlelight that was originally swaying in the purple-gold light column suddenly fell to only one.
The Holy Prince had a solemn expression as he watched the candlelight extinguish. The three hateful quasi-saints appeared in the sky. His gaze instantly fell on Feng Qingyang and the Holy Prince. After a moment of silence, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"It is only now that I understand the true meaning of the Way of Fighting. This Way does not mean that one must control the three thousand great ways of the spiritual world. When I fell into the Way of Demon within a year, I began to doubt and speculate. In fact, when you understand, your destiny will be in your own hands. Just like now, even though I have fallen into the Way of Demon, I can still control the Way of Fighting."
boom!
The sky was shaking, and a huge storm emerged from the body of the Holy Prince. The evil spirit was so strong that it looked like he was suppressed in the underworld and determined to make a strong man emerge.
Not only that, but the moment the demonic energy appeared, his whole body began to burn violently. He - just like Feng Qingyang - began to burn his own blood. This was the only way to fight.
Although burning blood and energy will cause one to fall into a period of weakness for a long period of time, in serious cases it may even affect one's own realm. If one falls, I am afraid that it will leave a hidden disease on the path of cultivation in this life.
But now, is there any choice? Even if he falls asleep after burning, so what? Feng Qingyang was full of passion. He didn't wait for the hurricane in the sky to crush the last candlelight, and he extinguished it alone in the sky. As the light went out, the entire Jiezi space was rumbling, the sky collapsed, and the earth collapsed, and suddenly it shattered like glass.
"You don't know what you can do! I want to see what other tricks you can come up with." Hun Daozi said with a wild laugh. The discovery of the sand and gravel here was just a casual act, but it helped to reveal Feng Qingyang's hidden true identity.
In this way, these three peak powerful beings gathered their magical powers to bombard it. In almost an instant, they extinguished twenty-three candles and locked Feng Qingyang's final position.
"I also want to see what you can do to me, to kill me or to suppress me? If it were an ordinary time, I would surely die facing three quasi-saints, but it is not like that now. This is not an ordinary time. This is what you think of as the spiritual world. If I don't want to die, no one can make me die, not even the spiritual world.
If I die now, I can guarantee that your fate will be much worse than mine. I am the third will of the spirit world, a crucial chess piece in this catastrophe. The rules of heaven and the unspeakable first chess player are all silently watching me. If I really die, it will be you who ruined the direction of the spirit world. Tell me, who will suffer more, you or me. "
Feng Qingyang sneered and said without comment. After this voice appeared, he clearly felt the silent changes in the void around him. Although it was not very obvious, he still noticed it.
The rules of this place were extracted in an instant. Although they were not completely stripped away, five out of ten were removed. The power of the rules weakened, and the ten thousand feet void suddenly condensed into a prison.
The change in rules was not too important to Feng Qingyang and the Holy Prince, but it made the three quasi-saints in front of them change their faces.
As the chief disciple under the Holy Lord of Heaven, his reliance on the rules of Heaven is probably unprecedented. It's like a baby who will instantly become weak once the milk is gone.
This is not because they are like this themselves, but because they have begun to comprehend the great Dao since their birth. However, the deeper they go, the less they understand themselves. What they study is the changes and power of supernatural powers, and how to live longer.
Feng Qingyang and the Saint Prince were two real fighting machines. Even without rules, they could still defeat the Semi-Saints with their physical bodies. The rapid changes in the rules were quickly perceived by them.
Although there is still 50% left, their realm has not dropped due to the change of rules, and they are still quasi-saints, but the power they can exert is only 50% of their whole body, or in other words, in this ten thousand feet void, they can only have 50% of the power of rules.