"Daozi." The ancient god painting came like a ghost, circling around Hun Daozi, with a gaze as sharp as torches, which were like two sharp knives, suddenly cutting through his defenses and piercing his heart.
"Is he injured?" She chuckled, and when Hun Daozi was about to go berserk, she ran straight to Feng Qingyang. "You can't kill him, but that doesn't mean I can't. Just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't do it. If the reason hadn't been exposed today, I really wouldn't have been willing to kill him."
The starry sky was shaking. Gu Shenhua's tone was arrogant to the extreme. If it was said by an ordinary man, perhaps there would be nothing wrong with it. However, it was extremely strange that these words came from the mouth of a delicate woman.
Feng Qingyang's expression did not change. Even if the opponent used a rotation battle, he would not be afraid. He took the opportunity to look at the Holy Prince, who was fighting with the middle-aged man with a stick in his hand. As they intertwined, the avenue roared. With the blessing of the way of fighting, he became more and more courageous, while the middle-aged man's strength was suppressed due to the change in the rules of Wanzhang. The two were evenly matched, and the battle was difficult to determine.
The winner would probably not be determined in a short period of time. Feng Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief and refocused his gaze on the ancient god painting that was rushing towards him. Instead of retreating, he advanced.
He was a humanoid monster, and every move he made would cause the void to vibrate. The thunderous roar was endless and would not stop at all. When he came, Gu Shenhua just sneered and thought to himself that he was ungrateful.
"Move the flowers!" The ancient god raised his eyebrows and shouted in a stern voice. He clasped his hands together and the burning sea of fire suddenly changed. Countless petals fell from the sky, like a magnificent rain of flowers.
The petals moved with the wind, and in the gradually rising flames, they did not change at all, and even appeared crystal clear, with the luster on them revealing all kinds of strange charm.
It spread throughout the void, and instantly separated him from the Holy Prince, as if it had moved from one world to another. Feng Qingyang was shocked, and he felt a strong shock from the aura that spread from time to time from the sea of flowers.
There was a roar that was almost like the destruction of the world. A huge force appeared out of nowhere and filled every petal. The petals that originally looked extremely delicate suddenly became sharp, and even cut through the void while spinning, making a humming sound.
The moment it descended, Feng Qingyang felt a strong sense of crisis. He wanted to dodge, but the sea of flowers had completely locked him down. He felt as if no matter where he ran to, he would still be chased and killed.
"Then let's fight. Who will live or die is uncertain." Feng Qingyang's fist, with a loud bang, blasted towards the countless flowers. You are a quasi-saint, but how much strength can you exert now? One force can break all laws. He wants to see whether his fist is more powerful or these strange petals are more powerful.
"Jie Mu!" Gu Shenhua seemed to have anticipated Feng Qingyang's madness. When his fist was swung at her, two cold words came out of her mouth like a chill.
The surging and rolling sea of flowers suddenly shrank with a loud rumbling sound. A shock wave hit Feng Qingyang's fist, and the void twisted. His fist accurately hit the defense condensed by the sea of flowers, but it was guaranteed that it definitely hit the target.
But the feeling he got was that after the contact, his pupils suddenly contracted, he said inwardly that something was wrong, and his body quickly retreated backwards, but it was too late.
"Burial flowers!"
Boom boom boom!
The sea of flowers exploded in the sky, and countless powders were as crystal clear as billions of pollens. The explosion instantly submerged Feng Qingyang, like the bombardment of a tide, directly covering him. The flames that burned his blood were completely extinguished by the explosion of petals all over the sky.
Feng Qingyang spat out large mouthfuls of blood and his body rolled backwards. The powerful impact almost shattered all his bones. This was not only his strength, but also the terrifying magical power of Zanghua.
"It clearly hit, why did it disappear? Yes, the flower transplantation transferred my power and even added it to the burial flower." Feng Qingyang endured the imminent breakage of his body. His eyes turned black and his mind was dizzy. It seemed that he was about to fall into a coma. He bit his tongue hard, and the pain made him recover a little, because he knew that if he fell into a coma, he would die.
"How can you resist the power of Buried Flowers?" Gu Shenhua grinned fiercely, and her beautiful face suddenly became terrifying. Suddenly, Feng Qingyang almost mistook her for Medusa.
Boom boom boom!
Waves of roars swept in from all directions. Feng Qingyang's body was like a kite with a broken string, drifting in the storm. With every impact, he would spit out a mouthful of blood. This happened dozens of times in a row. He even thought that all his blood had been lost.
The opponent was too strong. Although he was also a quasi-saint like Hun Daozi, the gap between them was not a little bit, but a world of difference. Feng Qingyang frantically used all his magic power to try to resist Zanghua's attack.
After a moment, there was a sudden sharp pain all over the body. It was a pain that penetrated deep into the soul. The skin withered in an instant, like a branch that had lost nutrients. It was covered with black spots and spread all over the body in the blink of an eye.
The circulating magic power seemed to be pinched by an invisible giant hand, and every meridian was severely suppressed. "Transplant the flowers and bury the flowers here!" The voice of the ancient god painting came faintly.
There was no emotion and it was extremely cold. Just these words caused the temperature around to drop continuously until it was almost frozen. Every popping pollen flower was crystal clear and extremely smooth.
Suddenly, a huge palm appeared in front of Feng Qingyang, sweeping across the sky and the earth. It was unpredictable, with a destructive aura and a weird explosion, and it went straight to Feng Qingyang and crushed him.
Even though the Quasi-Saint's peak palm was suppressed by 50% of its strength, he was still a Quasi-Saint, a genuine peak powerhouse under the Saint. Who could match him
"You and I have no grudges against each other, but you insist on killing me." Feng Qingyang almost bit his teeth to pieces. Looking at the oncoming big palm, there was no way to hide or retreat. What was about to come was only a collision, either life or death.
"This is really too much!" Feng Qingyang's tone became colder and colder. Under the palm transformed by petals, his expression was crazy, with a kind of despair, and a determination to face death.
“If I die, you will definitely not survive. Even if I can’t kill you, I can still make you lose all your protective power in this catastrophe of heaven and earth.
You are not the only one who dominates the world. My death, Feng, is not a pity. It’s just that I was born too late. You ugly thing. If I didn’t die, you would be very miserable... very miserable!
If you don’t believe me, let’s wait and see!”