Staring straight at the power grid in front of them, they stood with their backs against it, and one in front and one behind them guarded the four directions.
“This electric grid formed by the interweaving of thunder is obviously a derivative formation of the seal. I have experienced this formation before, but the change I encountered today seems too weird.
If there is a way to crack it, maybe there is a chance, but even if it is broken, it can only return to the previous dark space. "Feng Qingyang's tone seemed relatively calm, and he slowly said to the Fire Spirit King behind him.
"A large formation like a seal is a kind of suppression and blockade. The formation is spiritual. If you make it feel a strong desire to break the formation, it will naturally have to bear all the power of the seal. But if you can be as clear as ice, absolutely calm, without any distracting thoughts, and subconsciously forget your desire to escape, perhaps there is still a possibility of returning."
After finishing speaking, Feng Qingyang waved his hand, and purple-gold light surrounded his whole body. His right hand spurted out sharp blades with a flashing halo. He was extremely powerful. Although he had such an idea, if he could not make full preparations, he would probably capsize in the ditch.
The Fire Spirit King had no choice. He did not understand the rules of formations, so he could only listen to Feng Qingyang's advice. The treasure mirror rose and fell, and a cold breath enveloped him. Gradually, the two of them fell into a state of meditation.
It was like a suspended death. Even so, the electric grid that was slowly gathering in all directions did not change at all, and was still advancing slowly as before. As the electric grid advanced, the lightsaber in Feng Qingyang's hand and the mirror of the Fire Spirit King both made crackling sounds, as if they were about to collapse at any time.
Their hearts were filled with anxiety, but the more nervous they were, the greater the pressure from all directions became. Suddenly, phantoms appeared before their eyes, as if they were in a dream, and they could not tell the truth from the false.
Boom!
The Fire Spirit King could not bear the spreading pressure, he suddenly waved his magic mirror, his body separated from Feng Qingyang, and burst out with a mad power, whistling towards the electric grid in front of him. If he surrendered like this, he would not be willing at all.
The flames flickered, and the Fire Spirit King controlled the fire of the void. Compared with the fire of origin, it was unknown which one was stronger. Holding the treasure mirror in his hand, the Fire Spirit King shouted loudly, and the mirror rotated, as if it penetrated time and space, pierced through the heaven and earth, and the scorching flames poured out, making even Feng Qingyang feel a huge pressure.
"Fire Spirit King..." He wanted to stop him, but he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips. He also wanted to witness the other party's strength with his own eyes, but now it seems that the other party is about the same as himself.
Not to mention anything else, just relying on this mysterious mirror, his combat power has been multiplied several times. At this moment, flames are all over the sky, colliding on the electric grid, just like Feng Qingyang. Once he resists, a beam of light will appear.
The feeling of being invincible and unable to contend with reappeared in his heart. As he expected, the Fire Spirit King did not take a single move. Under the impact of the light column, his sea of fire collapsed, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was a cracking sound from his body. He fell back to his previous position in an extremely embarrassed manner.
"Try my method. No matter what changes happen in the outside world, ignore them." Feng Qingyang was calm. It was not that he wanted to see the Fire Spirit King take action. The other party did not think so either. He was silent for a moment, and finally nodded reluctantly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and fell into calm again.
The pressure from the power grid was like a hundred thousand mountains descending. It exerted pressure on the two of them at a slow pace, as if each day was a year. Every breath was filled with torment. Not to mention the Fire Spirit King, even Feng Qingyang himself could not bear it.
The roaring sounds came one after another, and there was almost no moment of stopping. The entire power grid was flashing violently. The closer the two people were to the center, the stronger the pressure they presented. When they were only ten steps away from them, the power grid suddenly changed.
The original purple light turned into colorful colors, which was extremely dazzling and filled the hearts of the two people almost instantly.
The appearance of this light caused powerful pressure to gather on the power grid. When it was transmitted, it turned into roaring sounds of Tao. The aura of the Tao could not be detected even if one traveled through the entire spiritual world.
Every time it sounded, Feng Qingyang and Fire Spirit King's hearts would tremble, and the illusions in front of their eyes and ears became more realistic with the appearance of colorful halos. Almost suddenly, Feng Qingyang's breathing became rapid, and as his breath fluctuated, the power grid seemed to sense it and sped up its advance.
The days passed like years, the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, and the powerful force directly crushed the two men so hard that their bodies creaked. Feng Qingyang was lucky, relying on his strong body to hold on, but the Fire Spirit King was not so good. Although he came from ancient times and even if his cultivation was unparalleled, but under this pressure, his body was covered with countless cracks, like a broken mirror, ready to fall at any time.
Thin threads of blood appeared along the cracks, causing the bloody smell that permeated the surroundings to rise as well. A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, this scene appeared in the eyes of the two men.
It was like opening a scroll, and vaguely they saw a powerful being who roamed the heavens and the earth. In the end, he was torn into pieces by a giant hand, and then fell into the sea of blood below, and was suppressed in various places in countless worlds one by one.
Afterwards, the picture changed again. A great god named Pangu appeared in the spiritual world, who opened up the sky and broke open this world. The spiritual world absorbed the breath of the supreme divine world at the moment of the break, and changes occurred.
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Until the end of the picture, neither of them could figure out what was going on, and now the colorful halos around their bodies continued to condense into a terrifying formation containing terrifying power.
"Hold steady, you must hold steady." Feeling the Fire Spirit King's rough breathing, Feng Qingyang instantly became alert and suppressed his restlessness with a strong will.
Boom!
There was a roar in their ears, the infinitely advancing electric net and the diffuse colorful halo, which were only three steps away from them. These three steps were completely negligible. If an ordinary cultivator felt the oppression of lingering on the edge of death, he would have collapsed long ago.
The two of them froze their breath, closed their eyes, and blocked their spiritual senses. They were like a clay sculpture, without a breath left. Although they were standing in the same place, they seemed to have melted into one with the surrounding void.
The colorful halo flickered and was unstoppable. The distance of three steps instantly turned into two steps, and continued to turn into one step, almost reaching their faces.
The two of them remained motionless, putting life and death aside. With a loud bang, a colorful halo suddenly passed through their bodies, and after passing through, it directly dissipated...