"An invincible talent, a giant of the magic path who crushes all the heavens and worlds and has no rivals in the same realm."
The crowd roared. The tens of thousands of ancient monks who supported Feng Qingyang were excited. The blood in their hearts burned fiercely with his victory. It seemed that... as long as they were with him, they would no longer be afraid.
Feng Qingyang did not suffer a regretful defeat as they had guessed. On the contrary, with his unrivaled dominance, he was able to defeat four quasi-saints once again with his last gasp.
With neatly dressed clothes and an unyielding proud character, Feng Qingyang stood in the void. The big world surrounding him did not disappear, but rotated slowly in all directions along with his body, suppressing one side, like a crane standing out among chickens, like the highest peak among thousands of mountains, dominating the world, looking down on all living things, domineering and invincible.
This is his aura, and also the path he has taken. He cultivates against the will of heaven and earth, is domineering and invincible, is the peak among thousands of mountains, looks down upon the heaven and earth, is invincible and unbeatable. Even those as powerful as quasi-saints have to bow their heads, kneel down, and tremble under his tyranny!
I believe that no matter how many years have passed, this image will always exist in everyone's heart, lingering and carried into reincarnation, generation after generation, endlessly.
Looking at the people around him, Feng Qingyang nodded slightly. The concern of Qian Shangli and others, as well as the support of tens of thousands of ancient cultivators, all turned into a smile as he looked back. He withdrew all his power, dissipated the vigor of the big world, and turned into that handsome young man again.
With blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he was still as sick as ever, his last gasp showing no sign of change. The blood kept flowing, causing everyone to secretly worry that he might collapse due to thirst for blood, and they couldn't help but worry about him again.
His red clothes were stained with blood. It was his own wounds and the blood of the quasi-saints who had been blown up. It fell into the void, conveying an endless sense of desolation and overwhelming power. He killed four extremely powerful quasi-saints in one fell swoop, like destroying withered trees and rotten wood, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. There was no need for explanation or reason.
If he is an enemy, you should be merciless and beat him to death with one punch, kill him until he is terrified and frightened. Only in this way can you truly defend your existence and your dignity. In Feng Qingyang's opinion, this is how it should be.
He knew that these people were the Holy Lord's followers. He also knew that killing them would bring him endless troubles. He also knew that he was already at war with them.
So what
The annihilation energy of the First Yuan Great Tribulation destroyed one tenth of the spiritual energy in the spiritual world. Now, only half a year later, the Two Yin-Yang Tribulation has struck again. The thinning of spiritual energy has made their desire to survive even stronger.
The three thousand stars of cultivation have been attacking and fighting non-stop. No one knows when it started, but the ancient cultivators actually broke away from the ranks of the Saints and formed the Ancient Alliance.
The three major alliances are competing against each other, and the Saint Lord's forces are keeping to themselves. However, it is obvious that the strength of the ancient monks is the most powerful. Although there are not many of them, any one of them can easily defeat countless people of the same realm.
The world was quiet, and the scene went from enthusiastic to silent. Feng Qingyang silently looked at this group of ancient monks who supported him. He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, and finally could only sigh softly.
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A night passed, and too much happened in just one day of fighting. Everyone knew that this would never end. Feng Qingyang never left the Tianxuan Ancient Star. He stood in mid-air above the sea.
He didn't know when a pavilion appeared here, and he, Qian Shangli and others were all in it. Except for those monks who had not left, the outer area of the sea was almost entirely occupied by the monks from the City of Sin.
The night was long, as if it had no end. The darkness always made people feel scared and confused. No one could guess when the light of dawn would come. They stayed up all night, their faces haggard and worried.
Feng Qingyang killed a total of seven quasi-saints, which seemed to have angered the way of heaven, so that just as the two realms of yin and yang appeared, the two realms of three talents followed, making the aura of the spiritual world even weaker.
Not only that, the Holy Lord’s intention is that once the nine-nine kalpas begin, it will be the final game of treason. The oppressive feeling of impending storm is so strong that billions of surviving creatures in the spiritual world will turn their hair white with worry.
"Qingyang, do you know how many quasi-saints and extremely powerful people are under the Holy Lord?" Qian Shangli paced back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back. Compared to Feng Qingyang's silence, he began to worry.
Mo Qianxiao danced with her red makeup, pondered, came to Feng Qingyang, stretched out her hand and touched his forehead, and said: "Little Junior Brother, are you afraid? The nine great saints were all suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, and the remaining orders were just orders issued by the Heavenly Dao through the Saints. In fact, the master is also in a dilemma at this time. I seem to have heard the master say last time that five of the nine great saints have completely fallen, their minds have been lost, and they have become the incarnations of the Heavenly Dao."
Feng Qingyang nodded. He had known all this for a long time. In fact, he had guessed it after his last conversation with the city lord. Now that he had received Mo Qianxiao's confirmation, he became more determined.
The Heaven has set up an unprecedented game, and he vowed to break it, look down upon the sky with the existence of the third will, control his own destiny, and protect the survival of all the creatures in the spiritual world.
Feng Qingyang sighed. This unprecedented situation had deviated too far from its track. However, it was when the situation became clear that he had the opportunity to truly see the essence through the fog.
What kind of existence is he? Is his connection with Qiong Zun really just because of a curse
The sky gradually became clear, the night was gone, and when the light of dawn came, Feng Qingyang woke up from his meditation. The hall disappeared, and he was still on the sea.
The red morning sun broke through the sky and sent the first ray of light to the earth. The mist was shrouded in a hazy halo over the sea, and the green grass at the edge of the sea showed its vigorous vitality in the sunshine.
Feng Qingyang faced the rising sun and inhaled his essence in the rays of light. He never wasted time on cultivation, not even for a minute or a quarter of an hour. It was because of this that he could persist in the long run.
Qian Shangli and others stood beside him, while the Peerless Sword Saint was not far away from them, watching him quietly, because he knew that peace was about to disappear, and what he would face next was killing.
"An Ning, I'm afraid it will become a legend." The peerless swordsman whispered, and the rays of light were so bright that the horizon of the sea turned into pure gold.
This is a great storm, a storm that shakes heaven and earth. On this day, more powerful beings will appear one after another. They may be from the Holy Lord of modern times, or they may be the alliances of ancient and medieval times.