"Arrogant!" King Dan Ming's face changed, as if he had been humiliated.
The fifteen monks in front and behind dispersed and locked onto the people beside Feng Qingyang one by one. However, the same thing was that most of them simply ignored the existence of others.
boom!
He rose directly into the air, his violent aura resounding through the heavens and the myriad worlds, his powerful blood flowed, as if he had become one with the entire Tianxuan Ancient Star.
At dusk, when the sun was setting and he was at the end of his strength, blood spilt from the corners of his mouth and dyed the void in all directions blood red. The remaining light cast down, so that the direction where he existed, even the void, was covered with a layer of eerie red glow.
The green lotus swayed, covering all directions. In this green lotus world, people seemed to see countless living beings. They also saw three big worlds surrounding his body. The terrifying pressure of the big worlds gathered together.
His white clothes had turned dark purple, but his straight spine had not bent at all because of too many enemies. He was tall and mighty, with a heroic figure. His pale face looked a little sick, perhaps due to excessive blood loss, but his eyebrows were still erect like swords, and his sharp look did not reduce his majesty at all, but made him look even more powerful.
Tens of thousands of ancient monks from all directions had tears in their eyes, and were extremely excited for Feng Qingyang's invincibility, his madness, and his rise. This was a genius from the ancient times. Since his debut, it seemed that he had never deliberately killed monks. On the contrary, he was an upright person. He was a devil in the eyes of his enemies, but in the eyes of his friends, he was a good brother who would stick by him at all times.
All the female monks present couldn't help crying at this moment. No one knew whether it was because of the shame caused by enlightenment, or happiness, or the regret after seeing the truth.
After the first wave of catastrophes, the spiritual world was already in ruins, and billions of creatures under the Holy Lord entered the spiritual world one after another, to compete with the ancient and medieval monks who had awakened from the seal. They united to keep the luck of the ancient monks, but who knew that the moment they walked out of the Holy Lord's small world, they were ruthlessly abandoned by him.
The indifference of King Dan Ming shattered their last glimmer of fantasy. The ruthless feeling of being abandoned was like a knife cutting deeply into their hearts. When the ancient and mid-ancient monks laughed at the modern and ancient monks, they had no leader and could only bully others in their own camp.
And now, when Feng Qingyang stood up, he used his heaven-defying means and tyrannical strength to defeat the ancient genius Emperor Tian and crush the ancient powerful and unparalleled swordsman, thus restoring their last dignity.
He stood in the void, taller than everyone else, as if merging with the green lotus world he spread. His red clothes fluttered, and there was a roar from the blood hitting the void. His otherworldly, handsome face seemed incomparably resolute at this moment, with unparalleled charm that no one could match.
Under the dim sunset, he walked towards King Dan Ming step by step. The strange thing was that the powerful men surrounding him surprisingly did not take any action, but acquiesced to his actions.
Perhaps, Feng Qingyang's arrogance also completely aroused their admiration for him. As the saying goes, people with different positions will naturally have life and death, but if you put aside your position, the man in front of them is still a proud and powerful man.
In their eyes, Feng Qingyang was destined to be a dead man, but they also wanted to save the last bit of face for this dead man, because that was the dignity of the strong.
"Qingyang." Mo Qianxiao's voice trembled, and she was actually crying a little. This upright junior brother suddenly seemed a little pitiful in her eyes. His slightly thin body seemed as tall and majestic as a magic needle that stabilizes the sea.
Back then, he began to rise from the lower world, walking out of the mountains of bones and seas of blood with all his might. He was surrounded by enemies all over the world, and entered the spirit world alone, only seeking the truth. He had his own sorrows and grievances.
Wherever he walked, there was blood flowing like a river. But all that was because he was a zombie, so the heavens suppressed him and everyone could kill him. Was he wrong? In order to survive, he could only keep killing.
But now, he has stopped killing, as if he has put aside his past grudges, and no longer cares about the hatred of the monks of this era towards him, and no longer cares about being enemies with the world.
He wanted to become powerful, he wanted to protect the spiritual world and protect billions of lives, and now he has taken the first step on this path. He conquered ancient and medieval times with great vigor and splendor, but now he ended up being killed by the Holy Lord. This has to be said to be a huge joke, or even an irony.
Many people were so excited that they quietly wiped away their tears, their eyes turned red, and the grievances and regrets suppressed in their hearts were released in an instant, like a sea bursting its banks, drowning their eyes. At this moment, almost every ancient cultivator hoped that Feng Qingyang would not fall, and hoped that he would blow up the Dan Ming King who made them feel chilled.
The determination of unity made the several super powerful beings who descended look at him sideways. They looked at Feng Qingyang deeply, and seeing his unyielding and unparalleled demeanor, their mocking faces suddenly trembled slightly.
"The wind is clear and bright."
"King Dan Ming," Feng Qingyang spoke calmly, his tone not losing any majesty, his eyes were shining brightly like stars, shining slowly, and just by looking into his eyes, one would be shocked by his brilliant gaze.
He just stood in the void, looking down at King Dan Ming. The superimposed power was unconsciously restrained. He looked like an ordinary cultivator who couldn't be more ordinary. But just standing there, he could share the same strength with everyone present, without showing any weakness.
This kind of self-confidence made the disciples of the City of Sin who originally wanted to take action suddenly feel at ease and trust. Their little junior brother was destined not to die. He was the third will of the spiritual world and was destined to fight against the spiritual world's heaven.
"Yes, only in this state can I devote my whole heart to it." King Dan Ming forced himself to suppress the palpitations in his heart, and said with a cold expression.
"If we have to choose the strongest one among us, I believe that person must be me..." Feng Qingyang said suddenly.
King Dan Ming's eyes trembled, and he stopped talking nonsense with Feng Qingyang. He found that every time he opened his mouth, the influence of the other party would hit his heart directly. He was a little afraid, afraid of defeating the enemy without fighting, and even more afraid that he would waver in his determination to kill Feng Qingyang.
He made a move, unable to suppress his inner feelings and taking the lead. A divine light flashed behind him, and the ancient wings turned into a pair of golden wings. Each feather was made of pure gold, and the aura it exuded was infinitely close to the supreme Taoist weapon.
The aura spread by this entire pair of wings was so strong that it could directly throw off the Supreme Dao Instrument for an unknown distance. The curtain of light dropped, wrapping him in the light. The wings turned, expanding infinitely, like intertwined gears crushing Feng Qingyang.