Heaven and earth were in turmoil, and the sky was actually the light reflected by the wings, surpassing the pressure of the supreme Taoist weapon, sweeping in all directions. This was his magical power, the ultimate magical power of a quasi-saint, and also his full-strength attack. In the duel between quasi-saints, one move would determine life and death and change the world.
However, Feng Qingyang was standing in the setting sun, and the residual light shone on his slightly pale face. Purple-gold blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth. In the eyes of others, he was already at the end of his strength and could explode and die at any time. The flow of blood was probably due to the crushing power of King Dan Ming.
The sound of the Dao continued, and countless Dao rules intertwined into chains that shuttled through heaven and earth. The Qinglian World was his alone. Even if he was seriously injured, so what? He raised a finger, put two fingers together and slashed forward.
Boom!
The chains intertwined by the Dao principles collided violently with the wings of King Dan Ming that were crushing down on him, but the golden wings that he was so proud of, were strangled by the chains, and all the divine light disappeared. The Dao rhyme was destroyed and directly annihilated, turning into a dazzling light and disappearing into the void in the blink of an eye.
"So strong!" The faces of the people from all directions changed again. This time, Dan Mingwang didn't need to come forward. Two more disciples under the Holy Lord took action, one on the left and one on the right, blocking Feng Qingyang. They used thundering means continuously, trying to shock him to death.
Countless great ways were flying around, and the spreading ways reversed the rules of this place, transforming into ferocious evil dragons that covered the sky and the earth. After all of them gathered together, they were like a big knife, the sound of the way rang out, and the undefeated battle song began to play.
This is the alliance of three great powers, the alliance of three quasi-saints and the strongest men. They can compete with heaven and earth and are unparalleled in the world. The sun, moon and stars rise and fall, the waves are surging, and the brilliant eyes are flashing with murderous intent.
Feng Qingyang's physical body broke through the body of the Qilin Lord and reached an unprecedented level of success. Coupled with the forging in the sea of fire and the sealed place of the ancient Tianxuan star, he almost reached the strongest physical body in this world. Although his cultivation and magic power remained at the peak of the king and the half-step emperor realm, he was able to crush the quasi-saints at will and even fight against the extreme quasi-saints. But this time, three great masters took action.
Moreover, they are not ordinary cultivators, but the genius disciples under the Holy Lord, super powerful beings who are the ultimate quasi-saints. If it were him in his prime, it might not be enough evidence, but now, he is injured. In the duel with the Peerless Sword Saint, he was injured, and now he is bleeding profusely.
But he did not admit defeat. The support of tens of thousands of monks and his inner stubbornness almost burned him up completely. The terrifying pressure swept across the world. He forgot about the world and even what time it was. In his eyes, there were only enemies. Anyone who attacked him was an enemy who would fight him regardless of life or death.
The green lotus of creation swayed. In this green world, he had invincible qualifications and could resist the combined forces of three great powers without fear. He was invincible. The blood of the Corpse King was boiling and the unyielding heart in his body was roaring madly.
"The blue dragon chases the moon, hundreds of birds pay homage to the phoenix, the road of killing, suppress!" The three people spoke in a voice, and their momentum was like thunder, resounding through heaven and earth, and it was unknown how many thousands of miles away they were heard. The actions of the three quasi-saints and the ultimate powerful beings were earth-shaking and unstoppable. Other cultivators on the faraway Tianxuan Ancient Star could vaguely hear this unprecedented killing.
The void collapsed, and just this roar shattered the universe. Countless void and annihilation auras appeared, and this world was split apart alive by them. They even directly cut open the blue lotus world that enveloped Feng Qingyang.
This was an incomparably powerful alliance, with their hearts as hard as iron and their minds as firm as fire, which almost evolved into an extremely powerful and decisive move. The heaven and earth were turbulent, and the sound of Tao was trembling, causing the terrifying roar to be heard from far away. The vicissitudes of life and the solemn and murderous war song were almost reaching their climax.
Countless cultivators bowed their heads under this pressure, not because they did so on purpose, but because they simply could not withstand this powerful pressure. Almost a thousand weaker semi-saints retreated madly in fear, otherwise, the aftermath of the combined efforts of these three people would be enough to destroy their bodies.
King Dan Ming was in high spirits, and seeing Feng Qingyang being suppressed in the center, he felt pleasure in his heart. He swiped his left hand forward, and a bronze broadsword immediately came out. His great way was the way of the sword, which was domineering and sharp. Every time he chopped, it contained countless principles and rhymes of the Tao.
Feng Qingyang's expression remained unchanged. His eyes were as sharp as torches as he stared straight at King Dan Ming. This guy had no grudge against him, but every time they met he would kill him without mercy, which made him angry and he wanted to kill him quickly.
He raised his hands, and almost at the moment of raising them, everyone felt that the entire Tianxuan ancient star shook violently. He was evolving powerful magical powers, and it was also the first time that he controlled the suppressed Xuanhuang Qi in the Dantian world.
Just a trace of this kind of aura was as heavy as Mount Tai. Combined with his invincible strength, he was able to unleash the strongest magical power when King Dan Ming and the other two monks came to kill him.
Boom!
The Green Lotus World shrank, and the broken places quickly closed. Then, during the period of shrinkage, Feng Qingyang raised his fist upwards, and three large worlds suddenly appeared in the void. The divine power was mighty and the power was everywhere. This world was not derived, but seemed real, with birds and beasts, singing birds, flowers and plants, and even living creatures.
Surrounded by three big worlds, this is the world that Feng Qingyang believes in, and it is the world that belongs to their zombie clan. But besides what he believes in, there is also the world of killing and the world of destruction that he believes in.
The three great worlds interweave various laws and rhymes. This is his world. His words are followed by laws. As his heart moves, a terrifying force of suppression is emitted, sweeping up the heaven and earth and crashing head-on into him with unstoppable force. Who can stop such terrifying power
"What is this? The Great World of Evolution? What kind of magical power is this?"
"Damn it, how can you cheat? Didn't we agree that you were at the end of your strength? How can you still evolve into a big world?" The four quasi-saints who had not made a move changed their expressions and felt a chill on their backs. Looking at Feng Qingyang with blood constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth, he suddenly felt despair in his heart. Could it be that he really couldn't break his myth of being undefeated among the young geniuses
However, King Dan Ming and the other two great powers who were shrouded in the big world were simply unable to contend. This power was too terrifying, even beyond their cognition, so that their bodies quickly sank into the sea under the crushing of this magical power. The magical powers they jointly used were shattered under the suppression of the zombie world, the killing world, and the destruction world.
"How terrifying! I have seen him use this kind of magical power, but the pressure he exerted then was far from as strong as it is now," the Fire Spirit King muttered to himself, looking at Feng Qingyang as if he were a monster.
Everyone was shocked, but at the same time, tens of thousands of monks cheered again, because they knew that Feng Qingyang could not fail and would never fail. This was his pride and the legend in their hearts.