Surrounded by purple light, countless ripples were created, followed by a violent roar. Waves of trembling were intertwined with indescribable Taoist patterns, spreading through the void, and suddenly burned violently.
From a distance, one could even clearly feel the changes, observing every detail, and seeing through the subtleties. A faint pressure descended upon the earth, and the Saint Prince made up his mind in an instant.
His eyes flashed, and with the help of the remaining power of burning blood, he flew to the edge of the purple halo. The big stick was like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, emitting brilliance in all directions. With a bang, it stood still between heaven and earth. The powerful pressure swept in all directions, and he looked at everyone vigilantly.
"If I'm not dead, you'll have no chance of coming here!" His eyebrows stood up, and the demonic energy was so overwhelming that it almost submerged the entire world. Everyone had different thoughts. Except for the middle-aged man, Gu Shenhua and Hun Daozi both showed murderous intent.
If the two of them joined forces, it would be a golden opportunity to kill Feng Qingyang. Otherwise, once the other party survived the crisis and was reborn from the ashes, he would be able to kill him in an instant.
Thinking of this, Gu Shenhua and Hun Daozi could no longer conceal their murderous intent. They looked at the Holy Prince standing next to Feng Qingyang with a disdainful sneer on their faces. How could they retreat in the face of a life-and-death enemy? The two looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts.
"kill!"
"If he dies, we can survive. If he is reborn from the fire, we will have no hope of survival." Gu Shenhua's face was distorted. At this moment, the pressure spread by the halo was gradually increasing.
As soon as these words were spoken, the two of them nodded immediately, and the quasi-saint's mighty power spread out, locking onto the Holy Prince like a raging wave. With the two of them working together, even if the power of rules was suppressed by 50%, they were still able to kill the Holy Prince in a short time.
"Move the flowers!"
"Hun Dao!" Almost at the same time, the two flew up together, looking at the resolute Saint Prince, the murderous intent and anger in their eyes became stronger, and no one knew what they were angry about, perhaps because of the other party's sincere feelings. Some things will always touch the hearts of those villains, just like now.
Boom boom boom!
After a series of collisions, tremendous power bombarded the heaven and earth, the void shook, and the Holy Prince vomited blood. He stood resolutely in front of the halo to protect Feng Qingyang, even though he knew he would die and he was no match for the other party, but even so, he still had no intention of retreating.
At least, being able to die in battle is also a kind of destiny for him. His stubborn expression further stimulated the hearts of Gu Shenhua and Hun Daozi. The two of them almost gnashed their teeth and said, "If you insist on seeking death like this, then we will grant your wish."
Hun Daozi clasped his hands together, and his huge hand covered the sky. His five fingers suddenly turned into a mountain, with thunder and lightning flashing on it, which was almost terrifying to the extreme.
The Holy Prince almost knelt on the ground with a bang, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. The tyrannical pressure spanned a great realm, as if an invisible hand was pressing down on him fiercely. The appearance of this scene made his inner anger surge, and the burning blood that had been extinguished showed a tendency to explode again.
His eyes were bloodshot. This was not a sign of madness, but congestion after being severely injured. Although he looked erratic on the outside, in fact, the Holy Prince was only holding on with his will. If an ordinary cultivator faced these two people, their aura would be enough to crush them into powder, let alone a single move.
The purple halo at the back also slowly sank under the pressure, trembling slightly, as if it was about to break, and even shook violently, with half of it disappearing into the void. From this point of view, if it completely disappeared into the void, Feng Qingyang would probably be completely dead.
"Qing Yang!" The Holy Prince was horrified, grinning, and raised his hand. The stick that was originally fixed in place to protect his body instantly enlarged and was held in his hand, standing in the void. With a bang, his blood began to burn again.
"As long as I am alive, you will never harm my brother."
Gu Shenhua sneered disdainfully. How could she not see that the Holy Prince was already at the end of his strength? "If you are in a hurry to die, then I will grant your wish." As she spoke, the peach blossoms behind her turned, and the pollen spread out again. The extremely cold aura locked onto the Holy Prince, and no expression could be seen. Even if it could be seen, it was only indifference and disdain.
"Burial flowers!"
Boom! A raging storm arose, sweeping in all directions, and almost instantly locked onto the Holy Prince. The raging storm that gathered together turned into a huge whirlpool in the blink of an eye, sweeping across the world.
The Holy Prince stared at the sea of flowers in front of him, the stick in his hand shining with its last brilliance. In his opinion, perhaps he would die on the spot, but at least he had a clear conscience. Looking back at the trembling purple halo, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He could only blame himself for not being strong enough to protect it.
The oncoming sea of flowers was far beyond his reach. Although he was burning with blood at this moment, he had lost his initial bravery. As time passed, he was gradually becoming weak. He knew that he could not make it through this stage.
Just as he was about to close his eyes and accept it, two words suddenly came to his ears, like the Milky Way that suddenly appeared in the dark starry sky, sweeping across the world with a roar, and with a "weng" sound, it passed by his side and blasted towards the front.
“Reincarnation!”
Boom boom boom!
The surging strangling force covered the void, causing the rules that had been frozen thousands of feet to suddenly return to normal, but this so-called normal was only biased towards the person who said the word reincarnation.
The terrifying aura spread throughout the world. That unique demonic aura made the Holy Prince, who had his eyes closed, tremble all over. This familiar smell was clearly demonic aura.
Although there were many demonic monks, even a fool knew that the demonic energy that appeared at this time must not be from ordinary people. He opened his eyes and saw that there were a few more people around him without him knowing when.
They all looked at him with kindness, with sincerity and concern in their eyes. Although they did not speak, silence was more powerful than words at this moment. Thousands of words melted in these eyes. A warm current passed through his heart, and at the same time, he looked in the direction of the explosion of the power of the Buried Flower.
The black hole grew, and the dark void devoured the flames in the sky, even swallowing up all the power of the burial flowers that was bombarding it. If he were to face such a powerful formation, he would be turned into ashes in an instant. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and secretly said that it was a close call.
"Junior brother, how are you?" Qian Shangli did not speak, but Gai Jiuyou looked at the Holy Prince with trembling eyes. The word "junior brother" made the other party tremble violently all over.
"Junior brother?" The Saint Prince's eyes widened. He seemed to have guessed something, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. He could only ask in a low voice.
"That's right, Junior Brother!"