But just as they were about to arrive, Feng Qingyang raised his head, his eyes flashed with an eerie red light, and the light flashed, then flew out from his eyes and turned into a purple lightning, sweeping across, and suddenly turned into thunder, covering the sky and enveloping all the hundreds of oncoming streams of light.
After just a moment, or like a few breaths, the purple light spread out, and hundreds of streams of light trembled in an instant, screaming and shaking, and finally all collapsed.
"Ghost Face... Soul Banner!" Feng Qingyang whispered softly, looking around and at the brown earth soaked in blood. He wondered how many monks were buried here, or how many souls were suppressed here to become the power source of the Soul Banner.
"This soul flag is incomplete. If the entire world is filled with souls, I'm afraid it will take at least billions." Feng Qingyang raised his foot and stepped on the soft ground. There was a crackling sound under his feet, which was unique and alternative.
With every step, or in other words, with every step taken, countless blood splashed out from the soil, carrying countless hatred and anger, so strong that it was even lingering.
"No one can seal me, no matter who you are, no matter whether it is the sky or the earth. If the sky stops me, I will kill the sky. What's more, who do you think you are?" As he walked, Feng Qingyang's face was full of murderous intent.
He looked up at the sky and recalled the two women he had met before. They were clearly Xuan Tian Ji, whom he had not seen since they parted in the world of cultivation. As for the other one, for some reason, she always gave him a familiar feeling, as if she had seen her before. If he knew that this was Xiao Yue, he didn't know how to feel.
"She is obviously afraid of something, but it is definitely not me. Could it be that all this is true? His master, Hun Daozi's master, wants to kill me, so she dare not recognize me?" The monstrous killing roared in his body, tearing the void and controlling the universe.
"I will shatter this sky, I will destroy this ghost-faced soul flag, and I will kill you. If you dare to play tricks on them, I will never let you off easily." Feng Qingyang soared into the air, his voice echoing in the world, turning into a sound wave that swept in all directions, so that countless oncoming souls were shattered under the impact of the sound wave. This voice revealed his original madness.
As he rose into the air, the heaven and earth roared, as if trying to suppress him from the void. Dugu, desolate and lonely, he pointed to the sky with one hand, and the two raised fingers turned into sharp fingertips with a bang.
That kind of earth-shaking roar, every time it was released, was enough to shake the sky. Feng Qingyang's eyes darkened, and then he slashed forward fiercely.
"The intention to kill, to punish the sky!"
As soon as these words were spoken, a storm arose. Almost at the moment the sound appeared, the sky collapsed. Following the collapse, a huge crack began to emerge from nothingness. Ghosts wailed and wolves howled, and countless screams spread out, sweeping in all directions, sounding extremely horrifying.
With a loud bang, it was as if a mirror was broken. When the crack appeared, it began to spread in all directions. After it disintegrated, it was violently pushed forward by a powerful force.
In the depths of the dark void, Feng Qingyang's eyes were like frost, and he turned into lightning and rushed straight into the void. Wherever he passed, the sky and the earth collapsed. The deafening sound spread from the Ghost Face Soul Banner, almost resounding throughout the ancient emperor's tomb, and even turned into a hurricane, sweeping the entire Tianxuan ancient star on the edge.
This will was extremely powerful. When it suddenly appeared, it spread like thunder, affecting countless cultivators in the surrounding areas.
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It sounds long to say, but actually all this happened within a short time of a stick of incense. Gai Jiuyou transformed into Zhu Jiuyin, a giant snake coiled in the void. He was dozens of feet tall, and his eyes rotated. When he opened his eyes, it was day, and when he closed his eyes, it was darkness.
"This is..." Just as he was about to break open the ghost mask on the sky, a powerful aura accompanied by an unyielding voice suddenly spread out, shocking. Following the source of the sound, he looked again and found that the ghost face exploded and a huge crack appeared in it.
"Killing me is not that easy." Feng Qingyang raised his head and laughed wildly. He jumped out of the darkness and looked at the ghost face floating in the sky. He opened his big hand and used his domineering means to cut it off in the air and firmly grasped it in his palm. After a moment, he wiped out the divine consciousness above and made it his own. Everything happened in a flash. From his appearance to the subversion of the ghost face to recognize its master, his speed almost surpassed everything.
Even the handsome man who was the original owner didn't have time to react and just stood there in a daze, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Feng Qingyang in disbelief, with only four words in his mind: How is this possible!
This soul flag was handed down by the Holy Saint himself, and it was engraved with the Holy Saint's will. But now, he could not feel any trace of his will at all. Could it be that this mysterious man had become powerful enough to rival the Holy Saint
"You also have a taste of the feeling of thousands of souls gnawing at your heart." Feng Qingyang grinned grimly, ignoring Xuan Tianji's expression who wanted to stop him. He raised his hand and waved it. The ghost face with his mark on it suddenly changed direction. Billions of souls covered the sky and the sun, which was truly breathtaking.
Countless souls swept across the world, and the moment they appeared, they took away the soul of this handsome man and turned him into one of them.
Compared to the previous devouring, this soul-devouring heart was a different feeling. At least he had not truly fallen, but the place where he existed was the world he first entered, enduring the pain of his soul being torn apart.
"Why did you kill him? Don't you know that he is a disciple of the Holy Lord?" Xuan Tianji said in a deep voice. Although her tone was still cold, Feng Qingyang still felt a hint of worry in it. The emergence of this worry immediately resolved the original doubts in Feng Qingyang's heart.
The cold expression suddenly turned into tenderness: "Why should I be afraid of him? He is a disciple of the Holy Lord, am I not one too?" There was a hint of pride in Feng Qingyang's tone, but after all, he had the qualifications to be proud.
In the whole world, if we really want to talk about noble status, how many people can compare with him? In his eyes, those ancient great powers and medieval geniuses were just some old monsters who were dead but not stiff. They relied on the long years to possess powerful cultivation, but deep down, he didn't take them seriously at all.
In his heart, there is only the sky, only another vast world, and the truth that he is about to face!
"Besides, I'll hold up the sky even if it falls. If your damn master wants to cause trouble for you, you don't have to go back. Just come with me." He was domineering and without any tenderness, but in this domineering attitude, there was an lingering command.