"Stop right there, you little brat! I'll beat your head off."
From behind, Mo Qianxiao's angry rebuke was heard. Feng Qingyang trembled all over. He dared not stay any longer. With a turn of his magic power, he fled thousands of miles away and turned into a star in the sky.
The same was true for Qian Shangli. Although he was not as hot-tempered as Mo Qianxiao, his expression also looked a little ugly. Although he was not furious, there was still a hint of purple in his expression.
Everyone held back their laughter and their faces turned red and their necks turned thick. Although Mo Qianxiao had a hot temper, at least he would not attack them. If they offended Qian Shangli now, they would probably become livestock in the other party's reincarnation path.
"Hey brat, let's go." After a moment's silence, Qian Shangli finally suppressed his throbbing heart. He looked at the red clouds gradually disappearing in the sky with deep eyes. Suddenly, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His cold face looked like a spring breeze against the backdrop of the smile.
Everyone shuddered and didn't dare to speak. They didn't know why Qian Shangli was sometimes angry and sometimes happy. Listening to what he said, it was like amnesty. They nodded and flew into the air. If they frowned now, even if they didn't die, they would be skinned alive.
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Compared with the Ninth Heaven, the Tenth Heaven seemed much more desolate. Apart from the immortal beasts wandering around, there was nothing else. Feng Qingyang stood outside an ancient gate, staring blankly at the huge mountain in front of him that looked like a giant beast, his heart was shocked like an overwhelming sea.
"What? Are you scared?" Seeing Feng Qingyang's shock, Mo Qianxiao appeared beside him like a ghost and said with a cold snort. The two were only a few feet apart. When these words came out, Feng Qingyang felt all the hairs on his body stand up.
He turned his head mechanically and happened to see Mo Qianxiao's sneering face. He subconsciously shrank his neck. The other party's breath was as fragrant as orchid, but it gave him the feeling of a little ghost who was constantly urging him to die.
"Senior sister is here, she's so fast."
"That's right. If it weren't for us, how could you get in?" Qian Shangli suddenly appeared from the void, and behind him stood his several senior and junior brothers.
Everyone looked at them strangely, but they didn't know that they were secretly praying, hoping that Qian Shangli would not beat Feng Qingyang in front of them. If so, this place would be reduced to ashes.
Feng Qingyang felt the same way. Looking at Qian Shangli's fake smile, he felt conflicted inside and wanted to say something, but when it came to his lips, he couldn't say it. Looking at the ugly faces of everyone, he naturally understood how much of a sensation his previous words had caused.
"Let's go." Fortunately, Qian Shangli did not make things difficult for Feng Qingyang. Instead, he raised his hand and waved. The original simple gate suddenly made a vibrating sound, like gears turning. After a moment, a dazzling passage suddenly appeared here, and at the end was the hall that Feng Qingyang saw at the beginning.
As the passage opened, a strange breath suddenly came over. What kind of breath was that? It was chaotic, mysterious, and of an indescribable high level.
Feng Qingyang felt refreshed. When this breath came, he felt as if he had been electrocuted. He stood quietly where he was. Could it be that this was the breath leaked from the Supreme Divine Realm
Feng Qingyang is not a fool. The Tenth Heaven Palace is probably the end of the sky in the spiritual world. Once you break through, you can enter the supreme divine world. After a while, seeing that everyone has left, Feng Qingyang touched his nose and followed quietly.
The passage was not a teleportation array, but a space and time. With every step he took, he could clearly feel himself slowly rising into the air. The contradictory feeling of China's jumping filled his heart with freshness. His curious eyes looked around and happened to see the sky above his head. It was hazy and mysterious, as if covered by a veil. He leaned down to look. The spiritual world was so vast, but it was still visible to him.
Just as he was losing consciousness, a strong wind suddenly blew by his ears, and it suddenly turned into a storm, sweeping Feng Qingyang away, bursting over him in an instant with overwhelming power.
In the strong wind, two golden-armored war gods could be vaguely seen, their eyes were cold and without a trace of emotion. Feng Qingyang snorted coldly and thought to himself, "Do you still want to test me now?"
His expression remained unchanged, his magic power was silently operating, and he stood there calmly and composedly. He was extremely rational and calm to a terrifying degree, like the supreme ruler sitting in the clouds, who could make clouds and rain with a flip of his hand and destroy the world with a single move. Even his entire body was bursting with an extremely powerful aura at this moment.
It’s fine if he doesn’t make a move, but once he does, it will shock the heaven and earth and make the gods and ghosts weep. The strong death aura on his body will explode and spread in all directions like the water of the underworld bursting out.
He raised his right hand, surrounded by purple light. In the empty space, there was no divine power. Here he seemed to be able to exert all the powerful strength of his body. He raised his hand and pointed forward. Suddenly, the void was filled with purple light. Purple air came from the east, opening up a world of time and space. As it appeared, it flew straight towards the two golden-armored war gods in an instant.
Almost at the moment of contact, there was a violent vibration in the passage, and the two golden-armored gods of war were washed by the purple light and turned into ashes under the vibration. They disappeared in the passage and were out of sight in the blink of an eye.
Everything was just beginning, but at the very beginning, it was irreversibly heading towards the end.
With long hair draped over his shoulders and black eyes that seemed about to burst out with intense brilliance, he pointed his fingers forward again and again, and a muffled groan was heard, and two golden-armored war gods appeared from the void again.
But compared to the first ones that appeared, they were much stronger. There was no fluctuation of laws and magical powers on their bodies, only brute force. Each golden-armored god of war held a huge serrated knife in his hand, staring at Feng Qingyang with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"No way, are they serious?" Feng Qingyong was horrified. The golden war gods that appeared everywhere had powerful physical strength, which was enough to challenge him. Although it was only a brief confrontation, he blew the opponent up. But the problem was that they appeared continuously. In the passage, once these two statues died, two more golden war gods would appear in an instant, as if to make up for the previous losses.
Looking at the golden armored war god galloping towards him, Feng Qingyang suddenly felt a little proud. If he didn't fight well with such an opponent, how could he be worthy of this test that finally came? His face was grim, and his arrogance was even more obvious. In his eyes, the lifeless puppet was just a piece of wood.
When has wood ever been able to resist people? He stuck out his tongue, licked it, and secretly said that if he broke these, Master would not blame him.
"Come on, all of you come together."