Feng Qingyang sped along the way, no longer concealing his breath, and when he fled far away into the void, he finally caused a huge sensation.
The northern region of the Tianxuan ancient star is almost indescribably cold, perhaps because it is close to the edge of the spiritual world. The floating blood flowers fall to the ground. If a strong person below the realm of Tao comes here, he will be frozen to death in a moment.
His black hair gradually turned white in the crystal blood. He danced through the waves of people. His eyes were bright, like the rising sun and the moon, with mountains and rivers turning upside down and stars shattered.
At this time, the ancient star Tianxuan was in chaos. The ancient Fire Spirit King was born, the ancient prodigy Emperor Tian, and the unparalleled Sword Saint, three terrifying giants gathered in the Northern Territory, just to find a trace of Feng Qingyang.
Throughout history, there has probably never been such a terrifying scene. Billions of lives have fixed their eyes on the Northern Territory, so that when Feng Qingyang's whereabouts were completely exposed, the crowd suddenly became excited.
The uproar in the Northern Territory, as well as his domineering attitude in coming here to kill the Fire Spirit King's brother and tens of thousands of cultivators, had already spread throughout the entire spiritual world. Moreover, it was reported not long ago that the previous news about Feng Qingyang was fake, and the current one was the real one.
The fake one was so strong, but he couldn't even survive a single move. So how strong was his real body? His overwhelming majesty had already shaken the entire spirit world.
He is like a huge rising star. After establishing his place in the spiritual world, he will be immortal. Even if the sky collapses and the earth sinks, until the end of time, and even if the universe shatters, it has nothing to do with him.
The third will and the body of the Hou Zun, any one of them is enough to drive people crazy, not to mention that he also controls the spiritual world formations, the situation of mountains and rivers, the power of feng shui. All added up, it is almost impossible to breathe. He is simply a moving living treasure.
If you kill him, you can ascend to heaven. If you eat his flesh, you can fly into heaven in broad daylight. If you drink his essence and blood, you can live as long as heaven. I don't know when it started, but the spirit world has been spreading rumors about this.
Feng Qingyang shook his head and smiled. Rumors were not to be believed. They were always getting more and more outrageous. He and Gai Jiuyou were galloping in the wind and snow. When they passed by the people around them, all of them were pale and looked at him in fear, their hearts in their throats, fearing that the other party would suddenly find out that he was not one of the ancient people and start killing him.
Deep in the northern region, there is a sea. Originally, this place was a glacier, but after a catastrophe that destroyed all things in the spiritual world, it all melted and turned from ice into water, surging and boundless.
It is rumored that there is a super giant beast in this glacier, calling itself Kunpeng. No one knows where it came from, but it is hiding under the water. Countless powerful people have gone to investigate, and even quasi-saints have been dispatched, but without exception, any cultivator who entered the water, even the quasi-saints, has never come out.
As time went by, it gradually turned into a forbidden area, and the Northern Territory was sparsely populated. Although it was relatively safe here without the lively fighting like in the market, the hidden dangers were everywhere, and one could die if one was not careful.
Their battlefield is here. Fire Spirit King and others have already arrived. The sea is boundless, and three huge light shadows stand on it, with dragons riding in the sky, fireballs descending from the world, and thousands of troops, each of them is incomparably domineering.
Feng Qingyang and Gai Jiuyou came suddenly. At that moment, the powerful spiritual senses of the three parties locked onto them and identified Feng Qingyang's identity among thousands of cultivators.
"Is the person coming Feng Qingyang?" The Fire Spirit King was bathed in fireballs, as if he was the controller of all kinds of fire sources in the world. His cold eyes swept across Feng Qingyang's body unscrupulously, and he spoke lightly.
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was shocked. The cultivators from all directions retreated ten thousand feet backwards, looking at the people in the center excitedly and nervously. A decisive battle was about to break out here, the first battle since Feng Qingyang entered the world.
The peerless swordsman raised his eyebrows slightly, and stroked the two-finger-wide long sword in his hands with both hands, which flashed with a cold light. The man was like a sword, and the sword was like the man. The man and the sword were one, and the whole person was a sharp sword, with its edge fully exposed. Where he stood, even the rules had to retreat to both sides automatically.
Di Tian, who was on the other side, behaved even more disdainfully after Feng Qingyang appeared. He looked back at his own troops and saw that there was only one person beside the other party. He couldn't help but snorted inwardly and called him a mountain fool.
His contempt for the ancient monks was nakedly displayed at this moment. He looked fearlessly at the people around him who dared not speak out. Finally, he stood up triumphantly, took off his fox fur coat, and walked into the void.
"This fox fur once belonged to the Fox Saint who roamed the world in the Middle Ages, but I personally peeled off her skin and made it into my shawl. How could she be worthy of being my coat? Today, I heard that you are the body of a Hou Zun, so I have the intention to make your body into a weapon. Are you willing?"
This simple sentence was full of gunpowder. He showed contempt for Feng Qingyang and his own strength. His arrogance almost surpassed Feng Qingyang's arrogance. There is no smoke without fire. His position as the king, the offspring of a powerful man in the Medieval Alliance, was naturally not an exaggeration.
The humiliation in these words would make Feng Qingyang angry even if he was an old Buddha. What's more, he had no intention of killing him at first, but when he saw the fox fur coat on the other party, the hatred in his heart almost exploded instantly.
Fox... Xiaozhu is the reincarnation of Baosi from the Middle Ages. Baosi was once a fox saint, but this person’s fox fur is somewhat similar to Xiaozhu’s. Doesn’t this tell him that this person once killed Baosi’s relatives
Feng Qingyang's eyes were as bright as torches as he stared at the fox fur in the other person's hand. Although he did not say anything, anyone with a discerning eye could see the raging fire burning in his eyes.
The atmosphere was full of gunpowder and there was not much talk. Almost the moment the few people met, there was a risk of a major collision. Gai Jiuyou stood aside, feeling the anger and murderous intent hidden in Feng Qingyang's body, and his whole body suddenly trembled.
This was not because of fear, but because of excitement. Although he wanted to have a duel with Feng Qingyang, it now seemed that he could still get something he wanted by fighting alongside him.
"You are seeking death."
Feng Qingyang's eyes widened, and the brilliance in his eyes almost melted the void. If an ordinary cultivator stood in front of him, he would have been killed by his gaze.
Di Tian sneered, waved his hand and threw the fox fur to the people behind him, "You wait, this time I will kill this little zombie with my own hands, so as to spread my reputation in the Middle Ages."
He took a step forward and the sky collapsed and the earth split.