Di Xianxian curled her lips in disdain, looking at Feng Qingyang whose smile almost reached his neck, she couldn't help but criticize him.
Everyone was stunned, but they all laughed. It was obvious that they did not take Di Xianxian's words seriously. Feng Qingyang even reached out and rubbed her forehead lovingly, "If I capsize in the gutter, you will be a widow for life."
"Haha, Qingyang is right. Does Xianxian think so?" The Holy Prince looked at the other party's embarrassment and couldn't help but speak with a smile.
Di Xianxian's face turned red as a monkey's butt, and she glared at everyone fiercely. Now she is no longer the three-year-old child she was back then, so how could she not understand the deep meaning of it
She was happy about Feng Qingyang's words, and a little shy, but she was also dissatisfied with his domineering and teasing. Thinking of this, she walked up to him and pinched the soft flesh on his waist without any care.
"I just want to remind you not to be too proud." She raised her head, her delicate little face full of worry, and her eyes full of nostalgia and reluctance.
Feng Qingyang felt warm in his heart. He patted her little hand, gave her a reassuring look, and turned to look at his fellow brothers and sisters around him, all of whom were looking at him with concern.
"Junior brother, we are of no help to you in this matter. Everything depends on you." Qian Shangli took the lead and looked around. The difference was that Mo Qianxiao's expression changed from the initial playful laughter to solemnity.
"It is said that this time there will be an extremely powerful person who has reached the Great Perfection of Quasi-Saint. Although he is also a Quasi-Saint, his cultivation has reached a terrifying level. It is said that... he is only slightly higher than the Saint."
Mo Qianxiao said with a slightly frowned brow. Her cultivation was only at the peak of semi-saint, and she had not yet reached the level of quasi-saint. But now Feng Qingyang said that she was going to face the ultimate perfection among quasi-saints. What kind of existence was this peak powerhouse
Everyone's breathing quickened as they all felt a strong pressure from the words 'Ultimate Perfection'. Not to mention Mo Qianxiao, perhaps only Qian Shangli could compete with him.
As for Qian Shangli, Feng Qingyang still couldn't see through his cultivation level. At first, he thought he was a half-saint, but when he became stronger, he became a quasi-saint. And when he was about to face the ultimate perfection, he found that he could not see through him. It seemed that he was also rapidly and silently improving his cultivation level.
Nodding, Feng Qingyang looked at the worried faces of the crowd and felt a little sad in his heart. He had no idea what it meant to be a quasi-saint, at least until now.
He was feeling a little depressed at first, but in an instant it turned into amazing arrogance, his fighting spirit was like clouds, his long hair was flying, and he looked invincible. Although he didn't say anything, everyone felt the confidence he showed.
"Isn't it just a quasi-saint? What's the big deal? He's not a saint, right? I'll beat them to a pulp the same way."
"The spiritual world seems to be withering, but in fact, there are still many peak powers hidden in it, and countless secret realms and small worlds. In the past four hundred years, none of them have fallen. Do you know why?"
Finally, Qian Shangli suddenly said, and as soon as these words came out, it was like a dark cloud appeared out of nowhere above everyone's head. Hu Zi didn't care, because he believed in Feng Qingyang so much anyway, and he still ate the greasy thigh in his hand bite by bite.
Jiuqiu had a solemn look on his face, and so did the others. Given their existence, they must have known some unknown secrets.
"Except for those powerful hidden masters who have no power, there are nine major forces in the spirit world that have never been hurt in the catastrophe. These nine major forces are below the Saint Venerable.
Just like my City of Sin, although the City of Sin exists in the spiritual world on the surface, in fact, it must be calculated from the Sixth Heaven. The Sixth Heaven is considered the city lord's force. Since there is the City of Sin, there are naturally other forces.
Of course, the Ninth Saint is a solitary man, and it is said that he has a close relationship with you, Qingyang, so there is no need to worry about this. However, the other forces are extremely tricky.
The Hun Daozi and Gu Shenhua I met last time were all disciples of the Third Saint. In fact, they have many brothers. In my City of Sin, the disciples chosen by the master are not the so-called geniuses, but the most unique and devilish people in the world. Therefore, there are only us, and the rest are the countless people who have fallen into the devil. If you count them all, there are hundreds of millions of devils in my City of Sin.
The rest of the forces have all been accumulated over the ages. The number of surviving monks is probably several times that of my City of Sin. They do not exist in the open in the spiritual world, but in a small world hidden in the dark, belonging to the Saint, just like my Nine Heavens Palace. "
At this point, Qian Shangli paused, looked at Feng Qingyang's indifferent expression, shook his head, and said: "In terms of overall strength, my Sin City can be regarded as the last."
He took a deep look at Feng Qingyang, not knowing what he was thinking, and could only continue: "The other forces are extremely powerful. They all live in the highest part of the Spirit Realm, just like the Tenth Heaven, practicing in the place closest to the edge of the Spirit Realm. Because they can receive the sparse aura of the Supreme God Realm here, they are all extremely powerful. In fact, the Saint Venerable forces combined can cover one-third of the population of the Spirit Realm."
Everyone was moved when they heard this. Such a powerful existence and incomparable force were almost like a behemoth. Feng Qingyang was silent, but his mind was racing at this moment. If it weren't for Qian Shangli's words, he would not have known that the spiritual world was hidden so deeply. No wonder he always met some mysterious people, and they were all extremely powerful.
If that is the case, the spiritual world under the catastrophe only destroyed those insignificant cultivators, and the forces of the Nine Saints did not suffer any damage at all.
"However, this catastrophe is of great importance. It does not mean that belonging to the nine great saints will be absolutely safe. After the catastrophe, if the Heavenly Dao wins, then the people of our nine great forces will all become real puppet slaves, giving back their own blood and energy to the Heavenly Dao itself.
Perhaps you will think, if this is the case, why don’t the others come to support you to become the strongest in order to preserve the survival of the spiritual world. But in fact, these things are not up to us. The Holy Lord has been in harmony with the Heavenly Dao and has long been unable to control his own will. Perhaps most of them have lost their own consciousness under the subtle influence of the Heavenly Dao and are wholeheartedly devoted to the Heavenly Dao. The disciples under them are even more crazy to practice for it, which can be said to be insane to the extreme.
They are all murderous puppets without any independent consciousness."