"Spirit of the ancient clan!" The Holy Prince held a stick in his hand and struck it from head to toe, blowing up the heavens. The blocked void of thousands of feet was shaken with a crisp sound.
Like an egg about to break out of its shell, the moment the crack appeared, it already showed a tendency to collapse. The inverted sea of fire formed countless fire dragons under the big stick, roaring madly and sweeping the heaven and earth, turning the world upside down, and the stars moved. Under the burning of qi and blood, the power that erupted was terrifying to the extreme, even vaguely exceeding the power of a quasi-saint.
With the roar, the entire body of the Holy Prince turned into a ray of light, a light as black as ink. Under the continuous impact, the majestic power suppressed all directions. Then, from under this pressure, there emerged a roar that seemed to travel through time and space.
The huge stick, which was hundreds of feet in size, suddenly locked onto the fleeing ancient god painting below. The golden light it emitted was like a huge wave, completely enveloping him.
"Hun Daozi, are you really going to watch someone die without helping?" Gu Shenhua was determined by this opportunity. His soul trembled, and his face was filled with fear. He said to Hun Daozi and the middle-aged man who came with him.
Hun Daozi pretended not to hear anything. He could clearly feel that the light emitted by the stick and the pressure erupted by the Saint Prince contained a terrifying power, which even made him feel that it was enough to kill all quasi-saints.
Fortunately, this power was not aimed at him, nor did it lock him, and the range was not too large. Otherwise, even if he did not die, he would have suffered unprecedented heavy damage under this stick. He was already injured. He had a brief confrontation with Feng Qingyang that day, and was almost knocked down a major realm by the opponent's powerful blood and essence. Now with his weak body, he went to fight against the crazy Saint Prince. Isn't this seeking death
Looking at the Holy Prince, under the burning blood, the spreading image of the Fighting Holy Ape twisted in the darkness. The originally blurred figure became clearer, and it raised to the sky and roared, shaking the universe.
Even though his gaze was unclear, how could he not know the pressure contained in it? It was a kind of hatred, a hatred that reached the extreme, a hatred that almost wanted to destroy everything.
The death of Feng Qingyang deeply shocked the Holy Prince. He wished he were dead, but the reality was not so. Instead, it was extremely cruel. He just disappeared and turned into nothingness.
Especially his own Dharma image. He roared madly at the ancient god painting below that was locked and unable to move. It looked as if he was going to collapse this void and destroy everything. At least, out of sight, out of mind.
Hun Daozi's whole body trembled. Under the lock and explosion of the golden light, the ruthless cold light blocked all directions and spread to his body. The hatred from the soul bombarded deeply in the void, and the peak combat power that erupted was even more crazy to the extreme.
Although he was not in the center of the battlefield, he felt a sharp edge that cut through his skin just by being hit by the aftermath, like an invisible knife cutting him. The aftermath alone had broken his defense. Was there any chance for the ancient god painting that was locked in the center to survive
There was a gleam of brilliance in his eyes, but it was only to cover up the fleeting fear in them, so much so that when the Holy Prince attacked with his stick and the ancient god's shrill scream came, he acted as if he didn't hear it.
"The painting is formless and yet flawless. My true form explodes!" The delicate body of the ancient god painting, which was shrouded in golden light, shrank rapidly and lost its luster under the roars that filled the sky. Behind her, a huge peach blossom appeared with a bang. It spun, filling the area locked by the golden light with pink.
But just when it was about to explode, an even more powerful pressure rolled in from the void, and a red sea of fire flooded all around, like a huge wave, terrifying and hideous.
As a result, the Holy Prince suddenly stopped in mid-air, his burning blood suddenly cooled down, and disbelief first appeared in his eyes, and then turned into ecstasy.
Purple air came from the east for 80,000 miles, filling the entire void. The burning sea of fire instantly turned into purple air. Although it was called purple air, it actually had an unusual weirdness.
The purple air turned into dark red as it burned. A huge ball of light floated at the top of the sky, surrounded by purple light. The dazzling light made everyone below subconsciously close their eyes.
"Qingyang, is it really you?" The Holy Prince's face was full of joy, and his original anger and rampage were swept away by the spread of this aura. He looked at the huge ball of light floating in the void with surprise.
Purple and dark red intertwined and swirled, terrifyingly gorgeous to the extreme. Under the rotation, the pressure spread out from the sealed void, even spreading throughout the entire Fire Source Star Region.
A terrifying aura swept across the four directions. Not only did they see this light, but even the hidden old monster near the Fire Source Star Region saw it.
Boom!
Several deafening explosions were heard, and in the endless void, several long rainbows rushed in from afar. Their speed was so fast that they almost turned into streams of light. It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as traveling thousands of miles in an instant.
Everyone had different expressions, but they were all wearing the same clothes. As they galloped, there was no sound except the sound of breaking through the air. It was even silent.
If Feng Qingyang was here at this moment, he would definitely ask in surprise, "Why are you here?" That's right, the people who came were the people from the Jiuchongtian Palace, his senior brothers and sisters.
"Do you think Master's prediction is accurate? Junior Brother has been reborn from the ashes. Although he has not yet reached the level of overcoming the calamity of the emperor, he has laid a good foundation for this.
If he is truly reborn from the ashes, then his physical body will have reached the level of the ancient Hou Zun. Tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes me excited." Jiuqiu's murmurs could be heard in the quiet void.
Qian Shangli ignored him, but Gai Jiuyou on the side pricked up his ears. It was amazing that the two of them had made their fortunes together. Although they were brothers from the same sect, they were secretly in healthy competition.
Hearing that Feng Qingyang was about to be reborn from the ashes, and his body would reach the level of the ancient Hou Zun, he was eager to go up and fight with him immediately.
After all, he is about to transform into the body of the ancient great god Zhu Jiuyin. One is the Hou Zun who sacrificed his life to seize the body of the Heavenly Dao, and the other is Zhu Jiuyin who transformed into the third thousandth cultivation star and established the three great eras of the spiritual world.
It is worth pondering who is stronger and who is weaker between the two. After a moment of silence, Gai Jiuyou's eyes suddenly lit up and his fighting spirit could hardly be concealed.
Qian Shangli just glanced at Gai Jiuyou's abnormality indifferently, without saying anything on his face, but he was secretly laughing in his heart, thinking that this little junior brother was very warlike.
"Can the physical body of Qiong Zun stop me from going against reincarnation?" Everyone had different thoughts as they raced silently in the void.