It was like passing through a phantom, without causing the slightest ripple.
The moment it broke out of the body, it felt like a layer of gauze was flowing through the body. Apart from the coldness, there was no other feeling at all.
And as the net of thunder and lightning crisscrossed the sky and the earth, this place returned to its original appearance. Feng Qingyang and the Fire Spirit King turned around together and looked towards the void behind them.
If they wanted to move forward, it would be impossible. The only way was to go back and find a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough in that complete big world. Without any explanation, the two of them turned into a stream of light.
When they appeared again, they had returned to the void that had turned from dim to bright. Perhaps it was because they had passed through the previous crack, so that when they came back here again, they felt something strange again.
This is the power of calamity, which is derived from the formation and then transformed into pressure.
Feng Qingyang frowned, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a nameless anger in his heart. He really didn't like this calamity and the feeling of pressure. No matter it was a real calamity or an evolution of life, they were all things he had special plans for.
He will never forget how many tribulations he has endured since he began practicing. It is not that only being struck by lightning is a tribulation. In fact, for him, the pursuit of cultivators and the pressure from the way of heaven are all tribulations and a knot in his heart.
With each calamity, he shed too much blood on his hands. The screams of the monks and the numerous lives he slaughtered every time he became a demon seemed to still echo in his ears.
The original murderous intention, in the end, directly evolved into the way of killing, controlling the killing of the three thousand great ways, and the way of destruction. Although this way can enhance the combat effectiveness of the cultivators, it is ultimately immersion in killing.
Some people are obsessed with killing, while others use killing as a means of protection. Perhaps, he belongs to the latter. At least, only by killing all those who are obstacles in front of him can he protect his loved ones around him, whether it is friendship or love.
"This calamity can be broken!"
He turned around and looked at the Fire Spirit King beside him. His originally gloomy tone became extremely calm instead. The kind of indifference that did not affect him at all, suddenly shocked the Fire Spirit King deeply.
"Is this your true strength?" At this moment, he truly acknowledged Feng Qingyang. Whether in terms of will, mind, or his own cultivation, he was definitely a top super overlord. Even in the ancient times, he could easily crush those at the same level.
"If I can't break it, I will definitely feel regret in my heart. Then I will be dead when I cross the emperor's calamity." Feng Qingyang's blood was beating all over his body, as if it was burning. He was a man of blood and temper. He had been suppressed and hunted down all the time. No one could bear it.
He looked up at the sky sharply. Although he could not detect the location of the seal with his naked eyes, he could still feel the weak spots. At least, that black hole was the absolute center of the formation.
He calmly raised his thumb, and where his eyes pointed, an extremely powerful aura burst out with a bang, and light permeated his whole body. This finger was integrated with his will, his dominance, and his invincibility.
It can be said that one finger can imprison the mountains and rivers, another can destroy the heaven and earth, three fingers can destroy all living beings, four fingers can make the sky tremble, and with the fifth finger, I am afraid that even the heaven and earth will tremble.
With Feng Qingyang's current level of cultivation, he could only use two fingers of this finger technique. He had an idea of the remaining three fingers, but he couldn't perform them. Once he performed them, he was afraid that there would be a huge backlash. If he did it without caring about the consequences, his body would probably collapse immediately and be on the verge of disintegration.
He was wearing fluttering white clothes, his eyes were as black as ink, his long hair was dancing in the wind, he raised his right hand in the air and slowly extended his thumb. At that moment, the mountains and rivers shook, the heaven and earth trembled, and the stars were about to overturn under this pressure.
"Blood Demon!" Feng Qingyang uttered these two words, and as if the words came true, as soon as the sound came out, it suddenly filled the void and filled every inch of the corner.
What is a blood demon? It is not as imagined that a demon is killed by blood. How can the word demon mean that a demon is evil and kills innocent people indiscriminately? If you think this is the grind, you are totally wrong.
The real devil is the Tao! The great Tao of the common people, the myriad Taos of heaven and earth, and the three thousand great Taos of the spiritual world are nothing more than derivatives of the real Tao.
The Tao is like a long river that never stops flowing. There are three thousand streams of water, and all things in the world are just a scoop of it.
As the Blood Demon Finger exploded, Feng Qingyang's transparent eyes instantly turned red. It looked scary, but one could not sense any distortion from him, only an unyielding spirit.
It came from his soul, or blood, the blood of the Corpse King, which suppressed the mysterious yellow energy of the Dantian world and even surpassed the entire world.
"So strong!" The Fire Spirit King had a dazed look on his face. Today, he finally felt Feng Qingyang's true strength. If he fought with Di Tian in this state, he would probably be able to crush the opponent with just one finger.
This is not only because he has entered the late peak of the King Realm, but also because his body has reached the level of a Qilin Master.
With this body, he can unleash the strongest magical power and become the enemy of the world. He is willing and ready to become a complete devil.
His will seemed to have touched the root of the seal of this world, so that when he pointed his finger, a huge talisman suddenly evolved in the direction of the black hole.
Two simple strokes depict the heaven and earth, which are filled with rules and laws that transcend this world, as well as the supreme will.
How can ants shake the world!
But Feng Qingyang was just such an ant. When the talisman appeared, he suddenly let out an earth-shaking roar.
"The blood demon breaks the sky!"
Boom! The violent collision emitted a dazzling light.
The Fire Spirit King was greatly shocked and reflexively used his magic mirror to resist, but even so, he was still sent flying backwards under the violent impact and was submerged in darkness.
The roar continued, and at that moment, Feng Qingyang suddenly saw a hazy figure in the talisman. He could not see the person's face clearly, but he could feel the other person's attitude.
That kind of contempt, that kind of arrogance, is like looking down on all the people in the world.
This feeling hurt Feng Qingyang's heart, causing him to suddenly and quickly press out the second finger.
“Dawn!” As soon as the two words came out, he felt a sharp pain all over his body. He seemed unable to bear this unparalleled backlash. He spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to stabilize his body from the rapidly collapsing injuries. He stretched out a finger, but could not retract it...
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Inside the core of the ancient star Tianxuan, the coffin vibrated, and the talisman paper that was originally only connected by a thread suddenly fell off. Almost at the moment of falling, the eyes of the suppressed masked monk suddenly became lively from being empty.
"After so many years, is there finally a chance to fall off?" He did not speak a word, but the whole world was filled with this sigh.