"To go or not to go?"
This person has ulterior motives and copied everything about him, including his magic skills, but this is not important. The key is, what means did this person use to imitate his body
You know, his physical strength is unparalleled in the spirit world. Could it be that he is really the body master who awakened in the Middle Ages? Or is it someone else
Although that person appeared briefly in the Northern Territory, he disappeared soon after. It is said that many powerful people joined forces to track him down. What remained were endless topics about him. He was already at the peak of the storm, and at this moment, it was even more so.
"It is said that another quasi-saint died in the battle. The murderous demon Feng Qingyang could tear a quasi-saint apart with his bare hands and reach the ultimate perfection with his feet. He could easily destroy the world and was invincible in the spirit world."
Someone murmured with a look of shock. He had never thought that Feng Qingyang himself had walked beside him before, and he didn't know that the famous person in the spirit world had been standing beside him not long ago.
"Go ahead. At least we are lucky. We didn't investigate for long. Master stipulated that we must go back in three months." Gai Jiuyou pricked up his ears, stood on the top of the mountain, and stared at the snow-capped northern region. He let the strong wind blow his long hair. His eyes covered by beautiful eyelashes flashed with a strange luster. Can I fight with this man
"I should go indeed. Otherwise, I don't know how much trouble this person will cause using my name. Although I'm not afraid of trouble, the feeling of taking the blame for someone else is really unpleasant." Feng Qingyang expressed his opinion. He could hardly suppress the violent murderous intent in his heart and wished he could immediately step forward and pull this man out and cut him into pieces.
The storm continued, the war never stopped, the two of them exchanged glances, although they were not as sympathetic as the Holy Prince, but they were roughly the same. Almost a moment later, they turned into a long rainbow and rushed towards the northern region of the Tianxuan Ancient Star like lightning.
"A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, but in the real world it felt like a thousand years had passed." Feng Qingyang stood at the edge of the Northern Territory, with the wind and snow blowing in his face. But when it was about to get within ten feet of him, it was blocked out by an invisible wave of air.
Gai Jiuyou followed closely behind, listening to his words and nodded thoughtfully, thinking back to when the two of them first met, it seemed that they had a relationship of use, and then they even fought together to conquer the world.
Looking back now, it is true that things have changed. The Nine Nether Star was so powerful back then, but what about now? Isn't it also occupied by the cultivators derived from the nine major forces? From then on, there was no ancient emperor in the spirit world, and there were only princes fighting for hegemony.
The waves wash away the sand, hundreds of boats compete for the current, and countless geniuses emerge. Feng Qingyang and Gai Jiuyou are like a small wave, but in this doomsday, he was lifted up high, so that countless people focused their eyes on him.
After thinking for a while, the two of them descended from the clouds and continued on their way through the thick snow. The scenery in the northern region was actually very beautiful, but right now, who would have the slightest intention to enjoy the scenery? All they had was war, endless war.
The next moment, the two of them completely disappeared in the wind and snow. Even the footprints behind them were instantly covered by the university, drowning out their traces, as if they had never been there.
"Feng Qingyang has appeared in the Northern Territory. He seems to have killed some cultivators from the Medieval Alliance. He is so terrifying and powerful." Having heard countless rumors along the way, Feng Qingyang frowned secretly, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light that was comparable to the stars, the sun and the moon.
"Hey, don't go any further. It is said that Feng Qingyang is just ahead. Any cultivator who encounters him will die. If you go there rashly, you may lose your life. Even if you want to go there, wait until this peerless evil demon leaves."
Feng Qingyang ignored him and took a step forward with Gai Jiuyou. They disappeared from here and disappeared into the wind and snow in front of them.
"Hey, that's not right. Why does this person look so familiar?" The person who said this suddenly became dazed. Thinking about the other person's appearance and the people around him, a terrible thought suddenly arose in his mind.
"Could it be him? Could it be Feng Qingyang? Oh my god, he was right next to me, and he didn't kill me. But... wasn't he deep in the North Territory? How did he appear in the fringe area?"
In the wind and snow, Feng Qingyang sped all the way. Wherever he passed, he heard rumors about him. But now the rumors were getting worse and worse, and he was almost described as a demon who killed people when he saw him.
"Stop, who are you coming?" someone shouted angrily, looking at Feng Qingyang and Gai Jiuyou like a meat grinder crushing them, and with a bang, countless strong men emerged.
Feng Qingyang was furious, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He just glanced forward, and a horrifying scene appeared, as if a young god had appeared out of thin air. All the monks who were rushing over widened their eyes, and at the sight of Feng Qingyang, they collapsed and turned into blood, without even a bone left.
In front, after these few people died, countless monks appeared again, like an army, with a momentum that covered the sky and the sun, and shouts, they rushed towards the two of them.
But before they could make any contact, under the powerful will of Feng Qingyang and Gai Jiuyou, the Heavenly Eye shone with a brilliant light, and with just a glare and a sweep forward, rows and groups of cultivators turned into ashes. These Dao Realm cultivators were like cannon fodder, and the moment they fell, countless blood and energy rushed up into the sky and were swallowed up by the sleeping Heavenly Dao.
"Who are you? Stop right here. Master Feng Qingyang is ahead of us. If you don't stop, don't blame us for being ruthless."
Countless cultivators emerged from all directions like a tide. Compared with the cultivators who had been turned into cannon fodder before, they were all cultivators in the Dao Transformation Realm. They looked at Feng Qingyang and spoke in a stern manner.
Feng Qingyang was so powerful that he was like a young god walking in the world, looking down on all living beings, with a cold gaze sweeping all around. Every move he made, every breath he took, every look he gave could make them all collapse without any resistance.
This man had black hair like a waterfall, eyes like fire, and clothes whiter than snow. He looked handsome, but the murderous intent emanating from him was almost unprecedented, especially the fire in his eyes, which could kill large groups of monks. All the strong men had to surrender before this look.
"Who are you?"
It was almost like a reincarnation of a god. No one would not believe how powerful this person was. He was almost beyond their comprehension. He was really powerful. He seemed fragile, but he did not use his magic power. Just his body was so strong that if you touched him, he would be injured, and if you were touched, he would die.
"The young God King." The faces of the people in the back changed one after another. Although there was a large army in front of them, staring at him covetously, the other side was indeed too terrifying.