With a grim smile, he stepped forward again, picked it up, spun it around and threw it forward. Under the terrified gazes of everyone, he pointed his left hand to the sky, and it instantly turned into a huge fist. The moment he clenched his fist, dark purple runes spread and rotated, surrounding his body and instantly shot out.
The vicissitudes and heavy aura spread in all directions, making it almost hard for everyone to breathe. This purple light was the power of the spell runes that had been integrated into his body. After practicing all the way until now, it had been strengthened to a terrifying level.
"You can kneel down now." Feng Qingyang said suddenly, raised his hand and pointed forward. In an instant, the rune surged out and headed straight for the big man who was knocked out by the wheel.
Amid the roar, the runes expanded infinitely in the void, and one could vaguely see the fallen Curse Masters who sealed the world. The essence of their spells was now spreading on the rotating runes. This scene seemed to have gone beyond the scope of magical powers, and countless Curse Masters who sealed the world came out together and, under Feng Qingyang's control, violently slammed into the big man.
The big man had a gloomy face and uncontrollable fear in his eyes. His left hand was broken and could not be restored. You have to know that among cultivators, as long as the soul is still there, the body can be restored.
But now, a powerful force was left at the wound where Feng Qingyang was strangled, causing his arm to be unable to regenerate at the wound. Not only that, a powerful corrosive force kept moving towards his body, as if it wanted to completely devour and melt him.
He never imagined that this person could be so powerful. It turned out that there was no smoke without fire. Thinking back to the ancient god painting that lured him out of seclusion, he suddenly felt a strong sense of anger in his heart. Even a fool could see that he was being used as the scapegoat.
The longer a person lives, the more afraid of death he is. Especially a super powerful person like him who is almost at the highest level of the spiritual world is more afraid of death than anyone else. He has a strong body and supernatural powers, and countless years of practice have almost made him grow to the peak.
He should have enjoyed everything, enjoyed the gentle countryside, embraced the beautiful woman, but now he was lured out by the ancient divine painting and was almost dead here. How could he not hate...
Unfortunately... one wrong step leads to all the wrong steps. If an ordinary powerful person were in a life-and-death crisis, he might even kneel down and beg for mercy without caring about his dignity. But he is not like that. He is the messenger under the Holy Lord and has the face of the Holy Lord, so he can only fight to the end and cannot beg for mercy or run away. Otherwise, it would be more painful than his death.
"But if I kill you, everything you have will belong to me." He roared angrily and retreated quickly. He felt that if the powerful rune power touched his body, he would surely die and there would be no room for resistance.
He slapped the storage bag with one hand and summoned a huge bronze bell to cover himself. Then he took out a handful of elixirs and swallowed them in order to quickly heal his injuries.
Boom boom boom!
The appearance of the bronze bell was earth-shaking. This ancient bronze bell emitted a faint light, and its extraordinaryness could be seen at a glance. I'm afraid it has surpassed the supreme Taoist weapon. Not to say it has surpassed it, but it is at least much stronger than the supreme Taoist weapon.
The quiet inscriptions rotated, exuding an ancient breath. Gu Shenhua's pupils shrank, and she secretly wondered, "Isn't this the supreme Taoist weapon that the master had personally refined?" How did it end up in his hands? Suddenly, she felt a strong sense of jealousy in her heart. At this moment, she actually wished that Feng Qingyang would kill him, so that she could relieve the hatred in her heart.
The runes collided with the bronze bell, making a thudding sound. Every time it appeared, a huge crack would appear in the void. The crack would spread under the strangulation of the void, constantly cutting in all directions. The violent vibrations made everyone's eardrums hurt, as if they were about to burst.
The middle-aged man was shocked. He never thought that even if he hid under this ancient bronze bell, he still could not stop Feng Qingyang's conquest.
The roar was incessant, much stronger than thunder. The sound echoed from the ancient bell and spread out, shaking the earth.
"Hiding in a turtle shell?" Feng Qingyang frowned and sneered inwardly. Even if the sky and the earth were a wall, what could that do to him
Damn it, he will still die! How can Feng Qingyang easily avoid killing someone? To his friends, he is a good brother who sticks his neck out and is loyal to his friends.
But towards his enemies, or those who cross his reverse scale, he becomes a brutal lone wolf, an absolute demon who kills without blinking an eye.
Anyone who violates my reverse scale will be killed without mercy!
He threw punch after punch, shaking the heaven and earth. Under the explosion of supreme pressure, the earth was shattered, and the breath within a thousand feet radius was shattered.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The power of the ancient bronze bell's vibration, one sound after another, was so strong that it once again made everyone witness Feng Qingyang's power.
The power released from the flesh was majestic and boundless. Everyone sighed, how could the flesh have been so domineering? This was almost like another testimony to the strength of the flesh.
After each other, there will inevitably be a wave of physical cultivation again, and the real proud one is Baxing, the guy who is known as the Body Lord, who dominates the universe, occupies Tiankuixing and changes its name.
This time, Feng Qingyang learned from the Fire Spirit King that the Body Master had been born, and he rushed here at full speed. His purpose was self-evident, it was just for Feng Qingyang.
Boom!
The ancient bronze bell could not bear the weight and was eventually destroyed. It was covered with cracks. If it were not for the powerful Taoist charm of this treasure, it would have collapsed long ago.
"Don't kill me!" Just as Feng Qingyang was about to deliver his fatal punch, the ancient bell vibrated and a middle-aged man's scream was heard.
His tone was filled with despair and a strong sense of fear. The feeling that his life was hanging by a thread and he was about to die at the opponent's fist at any time made his heart rise to his throat.
Every time his fist landed and the ancient bell vibrated, he felt as if he had brushed shoulders with death. The brink of life and death made him depressed to the extreme, and he almost collapsed mentally.
Such a desperate voice shocked everyone in all directions. The quasi-saint, under the power of Feng Qingyang, actually begged for mercy. In the eyes of ordinary people, no one could put pressure on a person who could break through the quasi-saint limit in terms of his intelligence.
But that is only what ordinary people say. In fact, no matter who you are, when you are on the verge of death, your heart will be shaken. Just ask the heroes of the world, how many people dare to truly face death
Unless one is an extremely talented person, if one fails in the fight for supremacy, there is no greater sorrow than death.
"You bully the weak and fear the strong. If I am not your opponent, will you accept my begging for mercy?" Feng Qingyang stopped in front of the ancient bronze bell, looking deeply at the middle-aged man.
"Yes, impossible!"