Rebirth from the fire made Feng Qingyang's body become the strongest, even directly challenging the level of the ancient god Huo Zun.
However, it does not mean that once he reaches that level, the Heaven will recognize him again. On the contrary, the pressure he faces at this time is unprecedented and almost unimaginable.
He took another step forward and the heaven and earth roared. At this moment, both Qian Shangli and Hun Daozi were filled with shock. Gu Shenhua was even more surprised. With her cultivation and status, she understood the whole thing after just a little thought.
With blood gushing out of his mouth, he almost couldn't suppress it and spurted out a mouthful of purple-gold blood. Suddenly, a blurry feeling appeared in front of his eyes. After this finger, his body was completely turned into a bloody man.
The strong smell of blood spread in all directions, and suddenly it was like a gust of wind, sweeping across the heaven and earth. There were bursts of roars coming from Feng Qingyang's body. He was very powerful, but at the same time, he had to bear the might of heaven imposed by the entire spiritual world.
The perfection of the physical body has obviously touched the sleeping Qiong Zun. In time, there will probably be a final decisive battle to determine the future of the spiritual world. Will it be decline and destruction, or will it be reborn in the Dharma Ending Age
The vigorous Corpse King blood flowed throughout his body, frantically resisting the invisible might of heaven, so that Feng Qingyang had just formed a balance, but as soon as he used his magic power or strength, the balance would be broken, and the might of heaven would erode his body in an instant, inflicting heavy damage on the opponent.
It seemed that his current strength was originally a trajectory arranged by fate, but in this trajectory, he was not allowed to take advantage too easily, so when Feng Qingyang raised two fingers to kill Hun Daozi, he encountered such a violent backlash.
"Qingyang, what's wrong with you?" The Saint Prince looked concerned, but besides worry, the rest was full of trust. He believed that Feng Qingyang would not die like this, and he believed that the other party was strong and abnormal. Even if there was an accident, it could be easily resolved.
Yes, it can indeed be solved. As long as he breaks through the calamity of the emperor and achieves the body of the ancestral zombie, then it will be time for him to fight against the way of heaven and it will also be the time for him to finally compete in the spiritual world with the third will.
He walked down the void step by step, towards Gu Shenhua and others. All he left for Qian Shangli was a look, an incomparably calm look. Even if the sky fell and the earth collapsed, he would tell everyone that he was fine. This was his way and his principle.
Almost at the moment of taking the ninth step, his figure suddenly showed a sense of fatigue and heaviness, as if he was about to collapse, but the brilliance in his eyes was about to burn the void. It looked very scary, and his eyes were like knives. No one dared to look at him, so that under this gaze, Gu Shenhua, who was secretly ecstatic, subconsciously lowered his head, unwilling to look at that gaze again.
His whole body was soaked in blood. When he walked to Gu Shenhua and others, his body was already covered in blood, and he had turned into a bloody man. At this moment, he was not as weak as imagined. On the contrary, he was particularly eye-catching, just like Haoyang here. Although he was covered in blood, it still couldn't stop his exuding strength, so that everyone's eyes, after subconsciously avoiding him, couldn't help but look at him again.
Mo Qianxiao was stunned, her small and delicate lips almost turned into an O shape, her beautiful eyes moved, and her original worries suddenly disappeared, turning into sincere trust and expectation.
"What the Lord said is true. You are the hope of my spiritual world. With you, my spiritual world will not fall into destruction." Mo Qianxiao murmured. In the silence, she seemed to have seen the future of Feng Qingyang's rise. Or, in other words, this was the myth that she saw with her blue eyes, a rising myth.
"Even though I am blessed with the might of heaven, what can you do to me?" He spoke indifferently, with an indescribable arrogance in his calm tone. This was a transformation of the level of life. In his eyes, except for those who were close to him, the rest of the people, for some reason, gave him a feeling of ants.
Although, he is not as strong as some ants now, just like a newborn baby, compared to an adult giant snake, he may not be able to withstand the brutality of the giant snake, but in fact, he is a human being, and this point alone covers up all his shortcomings. Even if he cannot match it now, it does not mean that he will be able to do so in the future.
As soon as these words were spoken, the void was suddenly filled with a heavy pressure, which belonged to him. In the eyes of everyone, this scene almost turned into an unstoppable storm, sweeping through everyone's soul and consciousness.
So much so that when they woke up from their shock, Feng Qingyang, the Holy Prince, and many of their fellow disciples from the City of Sin had already left the place, and there was nothing else except the crackling sound of fire all over the sky.
"I'm still alive?" Hun Daozi murmured in a low voice, looking at the empty void on all sides. Except for the flames within his sight, the rest were all flames. Of course, beside him were the ancient god painting and the middle-aged man who came with him.
He was shocked, and for some reason, he suddenly felt like crying. When Feng Qingyang came before him, he said: I am the third will of the spirit world. Do you think that you can deprive me of my existence with just a few words from you, the Buddha? You can no longer touch my existence.
He reached out and touched his cheek, feeling the reality of existence, and his heart had calmed down from the storm.
“The third will of the spiritual world… why… why…” As he spoke, he turned around to look at the ancient god painting and the middle-aged man beside him, and the bitterness on his face became more intense.
"He didn't kill me."
"Why should I kill you?" the middle-aged man asked back. To him, all this seemed like a huge joke, like a powerful ant trying to devour a sleeping baby. If the baby did not wake up, it would be fine, and it could still take a few bites unscrupulously. But once the sleeping baby suddenly turned around, then no matter how powerful the ant was, it would still be turned into slag under this body that was almost like the power of heaven.
Looking into the distance, outside the Fire Source Star Region, Feng Qingyang and others turned into countless streams of light, shuttling through the void. God is merciful, not to mention that there are not many lives in the spiritual world now.
Perhaps, one day, when I enter the supreme divine realm, they will be the ancestors here!
Compared to Hun Daozi's epiphany, the ancient god painting might seem much more messy. She almost witnessed the rise of Feng Qingyang with her own eyes. She could have suppressed him with a wave of her hand, but a moment later, he became the one she looked up to.
"You didn't kill him, but you left a demon in my heart. Could it be that your demon is a kind of liberation? Tell me, have you completely let go of the demon in your heart?"