Compared to Feng Qingyang's curiosity, the eyes of this seemingly puppet-like golden-armored god of war were much duller, with only a fierce murderous intent that had turned into substance.
From his original contempt to his current solemnity, Feng Qingyang had completely forgotten that this golden-armored god of war was just a puppet. Instead, he felt fear and placed the other party on an equal footing.
He understood more clearly that the appearance of this golden-armored god of war might be only a secondary reason to test him, and the real reason... was probably to kill him and replace him.
It would be fine if he won, but if he failed, he might have no room for resistance. This golden-armored god of war would devour everything he had and become completely controlled by the spiritual world. In this way, the third will would lose its due existence, and the spiritual world would be completely destroyed.
"In this battle, I must not give in easily. Since he can devour me, then... can I devour him in return?" Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang licked his lips, and the murderous intent in his eyes burned fiercely because of excitement.
Avoiding all distracting thoughts in his mind, he stared intently at the golden-armored god of war, his stern face filled with madness. Every time he met an enemy, he would go all out and never relax for the moment.
The purple light transformed by the Blood Dance Demon Sword surrounded its entire body, like a nimble purple dragon, rapidly shuttling through the void, and as it rotated, it suddenly released a thousand-foot-long ray of light.
When this light appeared, everyone was shocked. All of a sudden, there was a crazy roar all around the sky, as if the heaven and earth were playing a war song for it. The void was distorted, and countless cracks spread rapidly in all directions with a crackling sound. A powerful aura that was insoluble in heaven and earth spread from the purple light and burst out madly.
"This is the end of the fight, and I won't stop until I die." Feng Qingyang raised his hand and shook it, pointing at the golden-armored god of war in front of him. He didn't want to continue fighting, and he didn't have time to continue fighting with him. He just wanted to end the fight quickly and defeat him in a few pieces.
"This purple light is no longer the breath of the spirit world." The expressions of the people standing at Tianmen also changed after the purple light burst out. They stared at the light that pierced the sky, and there was a hint of excitement in their expressions, but they soon calmed down. Who are they? Naturally, they still have this kind of heart.
They all knew that as long as Feng Qingyang succeeded, the survival of the spiritual world would have a chance of success. Not only that, he would also lead everyone to a higher stage and broaden their horizons.
Amid the roar, the purple light had closed the passage, and the crowd could not see anything. However, the constant roar and strong breath vibrations coming from it made them secretly anxious.
One day, two days, and on the third day, there was a sudden loud bang, as if something was breaking out of its shell, or more like something exploded, and a red figure jumped out from it with a whoosh.
Then, the purple light that covered the sky and the sun also dissipated in an instant. The man was covered in blood, his face could not be seen, and the scales on his body had fallen off. He looked pitiful, and all that could be seen were wounds deep enough to see the bones.
The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the sword, which originally emitted a rich purple-gold light, now seemed a little dim, and its charm even revealed a kind of weakness, as if it had suffered a great blow.
After seeing the discounted Blood Dance Demon Sword, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Just as they were about to congratulate Feng Qingyang, a tattered golden god of war suddenly walked out from the void.
"What, not dead yet?" The Holy Prince blurted out, and everyone became serious again. However, Feng Qingyang did nothing. He just stood there blankly like a statue.
The golden-armored god of war walked closer step by step, and seemed to continue to beat Feng Qingyang to pieces. When he approached his face, Feng Qingyang, who had been motionless, suddenly opened his mouth. A powerful devouring force spread out and swallowed him in one gulp. Even they felt a little scalp-numbing when they saw that horrifying scene. They never thought that it would end like this.
Feng Qingyang touched the donated blood at the corner of his mouth, looked down at his torn body, grinned, his green face and fangs looked terrifying. Everyone took a deep breath and secretly said he was a pervert.
"Are you okay?" Everyone descended from the Sky Gate and came into the passage. Looking at Feng Qingyang, who was still bleeding profusely, they couldn't help but ask worriedly.
"Of course I'm fine. Do you think I look like someone in trouble?" Feng Qingyang waved his hand. As he spoke, the wound on his body seemed to be affected, causing him to cough violently. Not only that, a mouthful of purple-gold blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.
If he said he was fine, how could it be possible? But after Feng Qingyang devoured the golden-armored god of war, Tianya's whole body was in a special state, as if it was fused and perfected.
It is like a broken thing. After finding something that belongs to it, if it collides with it head-on, both sides will be injured. But if it is fused, not only will the injury be healed, but it will also be much stronger than the original one.
This is the case with Feng Qingyang now. After devouring this golden-armored god of war, it is like eating a powerful pill that can revive the dead. Although he still looks embarrassed, he is no longer in any serious trouble.
"It would be great if there was still a golden-armored war god for me to devour. In that case, I wouldn't have to go through the calamity of the emperor, and I would be unrivaled in the world." Feng Qingyang smacked his lips and muttered.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned. A black line flashed across their foreheads. They looked at Feng Qingyang strangely, and suddenly felt a little angry. Fortunately, they were his brothers. If there was such an enemy who was always thinking about drinking your blood and eating your flesh, and his strength was so abnormal, I am afraid that no matter who it is, he would lose his appetite and would not be able to sleep.
"Let's go, Master has been waiting for you for a long time." Qian Shangli rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache because of the case. He turned around, looked at everyone deeply, and then left first.
Everyone did the same. They looked at Feng Qingyang deeply and planned to leave as well. "You have to wait for me this time, or you'll leave me here to face something stupid again."
Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, and his magic power started to flow, and he immediately chased after him madly. Almost a moment later, he turned into a gust of wind and followed closely behind Qian Shangli.
"Senior Brother, wait for me." Looking at the black spot in front of him, Feng Qingyang shouted suddenly. Little did he know that after he said this, the black spot in front of him suddenly trembled violently, and then like an erupting volcano, it disappeared from his sight with a whoosh.
“Wait... wait..." Feng Qingyang's face was full of black lines. He was interrupted by Qian Shangli before he could finish his words. He couldn't help but get angry. He raised his hand and drew a strange rune in the air. After it filled his whole body, his speed, which was already as fast as thunder, suddenly increased a lot.