Looking at the moon in the night sky, a breeze blew, and Feng Qingyang's white gown suddenly made a crackling sound. A few strands of long hair blew up from the back of his head, as if to cover his face.
The wind was very gentle, like an invisible giant hand, gently caressing his weathered face.
Just like when he was still in the world of cultivation, standing on the cliff and looking into the eyes of Xuantian Ji, the wind was gentle, and the man was even gentler!
The battle at Tianxuan Ancient Star made everyone fully aware of Feng Qingyang's strength. Except for the initial agreement, the other geniuses all stopped clamoring.
But it doesn't mean that Feng Qingyang's life will fall into peace as soon as Tianjiao becomes quiet. In fact, the moment he returned to the Nine Heavens Palace, it became impossible.
There are nine Holy Lords: the Lord of the City of Sin, the Buddha, the Master of Duobao Pavilion, the Holy Lord of Heaven's Will, and in addition to these four Holy Lords with whom Feng Qingyang has some relationship, there are five remaining.
All this time, he never took it to heart, thinking that his master would hold it up even if the sky fell. But it was this optimistic attitude that led to his current gloomy mood.
When he learned that the remaining Saints wanted to kill him, especially when Gu Shenhua went back, recruited soldiers and provoked him, he was completely enraged.
"Demon Lord, Linglong Tianzun, I have no grudge against you two, why do you want to kill me?" He murmured softly, and these words turned into a strong wind, sweeping in all directions, causing the wind and clouds of heaven and earth to turmoil.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. That night, Feng Qingyang stood on the top of the mountain, unable to calm down for a long time. If the killing opportunities of these great saints made him angry, then the appearance of several people among them made him feel confused and helpless.
His heart could not calm down. The desolate Bei Ying looked particularly lonely under the moonlight. He raised his hand and stretched it forward, as if trying to grasp something, but it finally fell down powerlessly and he sighed heavily.
"I knew that you were destined to be extraordinary back then, but why couldn't you come to me after all these years? Are you still hating me for abandoning you
And you, you left without saying goodbye, but now you appear and become my mortal enemy, what do you want me to do?" Feng Qingyang stood on the top of the mountain, his bright eyes and white teeth filled with unspeakable bitterness.
"Wait for me, wait for me to overcome the calamity of the emperor. Then I will naturally give you justice, a reason that will convince you." Feng Qingyang murmured, raised his hand and waved forward, the lingering mist suddenly disappeared without a trace, his eyes followed the slowly rotating moonlight in the sky, and he took a deep breath.
"That's when I will come to find you for real. Only in this way can I fully control my own destiny. My life experience and relationship with Qiong Zun have become very clear with the connection of these clues. Xiaoyue, Xuantian Ji, you'd better wait for me." Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed and he murmured.
The figure standing on the top of the mountain disappeared instantly after saying these words. No trace was left behind. There was only the originally calm fog in front, which began to turn over again after a moment, as if caught in an endless shaking.
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The starry sky in the spiritual world was just as Feng Qingyang had imagined. After his battle with Di Tian, the originally chaotic pattern suddenly became clear and distinct. The powers of the ancient, medieval and modern times all entered a period of adjustment. Although there were constant conflicts of varying sizes, they were still a long way from a great war.
However, if we judge that the spiritual world has been reborn based on this, it would be a joke. After all, this is just a prelude to the coming storm. It only takes an opportunity, and the war that should have broken out will still proceed in an orderly manner.
Given the insidiousness of the Heavenly Dao, how could it give up an opportunity to wipe out so many powerful beings in the Spirit World? However, in common with this, the three major forces were all wandering in the Spirit World, seemingly looking for something.
Although Feng Qingyang was not very clear, he roughly understood something. The news of Qingshuang's remaining will had spread throughout the spiritual world. The Qingshuang in Feng Qingyang's Dantian world was not complete, but occupied one third of the body.
Another two-thirds are still scattered throughout the spiritual world. Many cultivators go there in groups to investigate. Among them are some extremely powerful cultivators at the peak of the quasi-saint level. In their opinion, the reason why Feng Qingyang is so powerful lies in the other party's will.
If they could obtain the remaining two-thirds of Qingshuang's will, wouldn't they have the capital to fight against them
And in the depths of the spiritual world, two teams formed a formation together, like casting a huge fishing net, slowly advancing in the starry sky.
Below them was a huge warship, made of bronze and ancient iron, filled with a terrifying aura. The warship was puffing out clouds of smoke, as if it was sailing on the rolling waves.
On the deck of the battleship, there were two young and beautiful women standing in the front. Both of them were as noble as fairies, and both exuded a sense of ten thousand years of ice. Behind them, there were dozens of monks following.
If you look carefully, you will definitely find that there is actually a quasi-saint hidden in it - this is a warship of an ancient force!
"Sister, do you think the Qingshuang Will really exists?" The seemingly younger woman asked softly. Her voice was like a song, pleasant to the ears, and her expression was relaxed. There was an ethereal and cleansing feeling.
They walked through one starry sky after another, and their powerful aura silently told the monks around them that no one was allowed to enter, and anyone who broke in would be killed without mercy.
If the warship continues to move forward, it will leave the human area and head for the Luotian Starry Sea where demons coexist. From afar, vast continents are floating everywhere in the colorful starry sky, and the scenery looks almost extremely beautiful.
"There is no smoke without fire, so it must exist." After a long silence, the other woman finally spoke. Her pupils looked a little strange, not like those of ordinary people, but with three dots in them. If you look closely, you will find that the three dots are slowly rotating.
That kind of wisdom that penetrates the past and present is like a cold light. No one dares to look at it. It seems that everything will be exposed to the other party's eyes, even the deepest secrets.
Not far behind the two of them, stood a handsome man, who was staring at the two people in front of him with a gloomy expression. The quiet atmosphere seemed very scary; it was obviously very lively, yet it was so heavy and depressing.
After a long time, the warship seemed to have touched something, causing the ship to shake violently suddenly. Above it, at the moment the warship shook, a huge phantom vaguely appeared.
This figure was not an ordinary human cultivator, but a figure like Qiongqi, with a dog's head and a tiger's body, majestic and powerful. At first glance, one almost mistook it for a Qilin.