As the Soul-Soothing Nail swayed, the man's eyes, which had been shining, suddenly turned dark red.
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The Sky-Breaking Beast was flying in the air, with Qingshuang's remaining will on it. Feng Qingyang took a breath of cold air and slowly retreated under Kong Xuan's protection. He didn't know when a blood-red sword appeared in his hand.
"If you want to get out, or subdue this will, the only way is to break this space. You and I need to work together." The Fire Spirit King who was standing aside said in a deep voice. Seeing Feng Qingyang offering up the magic weapon, it was obvious that he already had a plan in mind.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang seemed to be thinking about something. After a moment of silence, he nodded, then turned around and looked at the purple-gold thunder ball in the distance. Qingshuang's figure was completely invisible, and there was nothing else except the lightning in the sky.
Deep-rooted hatred permeated the entire dark space, so much so that when Feng Qingyang smelled it, he couldn't help but gasp and felt a chill all over his body.
"I don't know what you mean by joining forces." After a short silence, Feng Qingyang spoke. In fact, after saying this, he suddenly wanted to laugh in his heart. Even without the Fire Spirit King, he could successfully escape. After all, he had the help of Kong Xuan.
But what he said made him feel very excited. He finally got to see the other party take action. This was simply a godsend opportunity. He would naturally not miss it, nor would he let it slip away.
The Fire Spirit King looked at Feng Qingyang, his deep eyes were filled with thoughts. After a moment, he raised his head and looked up at the sky. The sky was bright, but the light there could only enter his eyes. The area where his body was was pitch black. He could not see his hand in front of him. Only by using his spiritual consciousness instead of his eyes could he see the scenery in all directions.
The thunder that filled the sky and the brewing aura of divine power were almost the most powerful and strangest catastrophe he had ever faced in his life. He couldn't help but think back to the ancient times when powerful people were rampant, and those phantoms that appeared with the catastrophes were either insidious or vicious.
Finally, his eyes locked onto the ball of light, which was the edge of the black hole where Qingshuang was. It seemed to be a passage. Although it seemed to be swallowing everything, it gave him the feeling that it was clearly causing a phenomenon that was not easily detected.
He glanced at the blood sword in Feng Qingyang's hand without leaving a trace. He didn't know when it started, but it had turned into a purple-gold color similar to the lightning.
"This person is unfathomable. I think he can escape successfully even without my help, right?" The Fire Spirit King's mind flashed. Looking at the silent Feng Qingyang, a bitterness suddenly appeared in his heart, just like when Emperor Tian fell. A kind of sadness arose in his heart. It seemed that the current era was really incompatible with him. Was it his heart, or what? He didn't dare to think about it, nor did he dare to recall it. He could only disguise himself with a cold heart and strong strength.
"If I want to get out, I think the black hole is the key. I have to get close to it first." But at this moment, the Fire Spirit King suddenly slapped the storage bag, and a slender and narrow sword appeared in his hand.
As the sword came out, Feng Qingyang's hand holding the sword suddenly trembled. He looked at the Fire Spirit King deeply, and he never thought that his magic weapon was also a sword.
One red and one black, a ray of black light floated out from the sword in his hand, triggering rules in all directions, endless screams of ghosts and wolves howling, although it was invisible to the naked eye, but the spiritual consciousness could clearly detect the large number of sword rules gathered in the void.
As the energy gathered, a three-meter-long gray sword energy suddenly appeared beside him in the originally dim void. As it spread, it was earth-shaking. An indescribable powerful sword energy shot out, breaking through layers of clouds and actually cutting through the darkness beside him in an instant.
Feng Qingyang had a solemn expression. At the moment when the sword broke, the Blood Dance Demon Sword in his hand obviously vibrated again. Almost at the moment when it broke, he raised the hand holding the sword. As the swords crossed, thousands of sword energies burst out, and the rumbling sound was endless. However, this sword energy was not like the gathering of the Fire Spirit King. Instead, after dispersing, it locked onto all directions. Almost the entire world was surrounded by sword energy.
Feng Qingyang is not proficient in swordsmanship, but he possesses the third will of the spiritual world and the state of mind of killing. With these two, he can sweep away countless sword masters. Even if the unparalleled sword saint comes here, he can probably use the sword in his hand to fight with him for hundreds of rounds.
After it appeared, it also headed straight for the black hole in the sky and merged with the gray sword energy of the Fire Spirit King. It was about to collide with the edge of the black hole, but the strange thing was that almost at the moment of contact, it seemed to be distorted by some rules, so that the sword energy in the sky disappeared into thin air in an instant, without any trace left.
The two were shocked and looked at each other, then swung forward again at the same time. The sword energy that appeared this time was not scattered like before, but gathered together after it appeared, like a dragon with a bloody mouth, covering the sky and the earth, breaking the surface with a point, but at the moment of contact with the black hole, another circle of invisible halo ripples, like ripples on the water, the moment of rippling, the combined magical powers of the two collapsed instantly.
Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed, and his expression became even more solemn. He did not look at the Fire Spirit King beside him, but stared straight at the direction of the thunder ball transformed by Qingshuang.
"Zamao, what is this?" he asked in a voice transmission.
Kong Xuan was also a little solemn, and his original ease disappeared, replaced by full of doubts, as if he was a little confused: "What's going on, is there something suppressed in this space?"
Feng Qingyang was shocked when he heard his underestimation. If that was the case, didn't it mean that he and others were in a desperate situation
"King Fire Spirit, do you know what else is in this tomb?" He asked meaningfully, his tone sounding a little eerie, making the other party feel the seriousness of the situation immediately.
He was silent for a moment, closed his eyes, raised his right hand and crossed the void, as if he was comprehending something. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and said in a lost voice: "How is it possible? This formation is not meant to trap Qing Shuang at all. What else is there?"
The two of them changed their expressions. If this was true, then who on earth could be stronger than Qing Shuang? Could it be Hou Zun? But Hou Zun was clearly the current Heavenly Dao.
Feng Qingyang's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out of it. He retracted the sword in his hand and transformed himself into a zombie. This place was full of dangers and if one was not careful, one would perish here. Naturally, he had to be careful.
The Fire Spirit King did not waste any words and did the same. He gently touched his forehead with one hand, and suddenly, a palm-sized mirror appeared.