Not long after, a roar was heard.
At the end of the sea, countless auspicious clouds broke through the sky, at an extremely fast speed, like a meteor chasing the moon.
"Killing the disciples of the Holy Lord and humiliating the pride of the ancient times is a punishable crime. He truly deserves to be put to death." An extremely cold voice came from above the clouds. The icy tone turned into a sharp sword that cut through the void, leaving no room for turning back.
Five streams of light streaked across the sky. A tall and upright figure appeared majestic and heroic. They walked across the sky against the wind and rain. Under the sunlight, they refracted a dazzling golden light.
That is the supreme Taoist weapon. The armor refined with the supreme Taoist weapon as the foundation, when put on, makes a powerful clanging roar, as if today's war song begins to be played at this moment. Is it bloody, or peaceful
"This person has already fallen into the devil's way. If he stays in the world, he will only cause misery. No matter if he is from the ancient times, the medieval times, or us modern cultivators, we should kill him instead."
Everyone from all directions was horrified when they heard this. Just by coming down, they closed the chance of peace talks and issued a kill order, destroying everything with killing. They descended from the clouds, and all this was done by ten quasi-saints of ultimate power.
They all exerted boundless and majestic power, and not only the ancient saints, but the three major forces came out in full force, with cultivators from the Medieval Alliance and the Ancient Alliance coming out hand in hand. This combination was a far cry from the shocking appearance of Dan Mingwang and others yesterday.
They were like gods descended from the sky, walking out vividly, killing gods and Buddhas who stood in their way. It was so terrifying. They walked in unison, and every step caused the void to tremble.
Those who come with evil intentions will not come. Feng Qingyang knew that he had to have such a tremor, and no one could interfere. Perhaps others had not noticed it, but he, as the third will of the spiritual world, could see it. In the deepest part of their eyes, there was a mark. Only he knew that mark, and only he could understand its meaning.
Heart of Tao, heart of Heavenly Dao, you are nothing but poor puppets controlled by Heavenly Dao, Feng Qingyang mocked in his heart, but his expression did not change at all.
Although he did not recover much after a night of peace, it at least gave him a chance to catch his breath. He also had a strong power of faith in his body, as well as the tree heart from which he had killed the Sealing Tree God. Although Kong Xuan had consumed a lot of it, it was not all, and he still had some left for him.
The ten great powers did not restrain their aura, but deliberately spread it outwards, suppressing the heavens and sweeping across the ancient star Tianxuan. Their appearance made the people watching the battle almost leave the place thousands of feet away, but this distance was almost the same as what was in front of them for these beings who were at least half-saints.
The terrifying pressure made it difficult for them to breathe. Although they were thousands of feet apart, the distance between them seemed to be like their eyes, without any change.
The ten powerful beings who came were definitely not all, and there would certainly be more to come. If Feng Qingyang wanted to stop this massacre, there was only one way, and that was for him to become completely powerful and stop killing with killing.
At the edge of the sky, scattered sunlight fell like a waterfall, landing on Feng Qingyang. After one night, his clothes turned white again. His clothes were whiter than snow, intertwined with the golden sunlight, appearing a little dazzling and hazy.
The Du'e Pagoda was suspended above his head, and a thick beam of light enveloped him. This Du'e Pagoda was once the object of the last saint to be sanctified in the world, and it was the magic weapon of monk Du'e. Now in Feng Qingyang's hands, it seemed even more powerful.
"In fact, what we want is your life, not the things in your hands. If you are so awesome and deliberately want to give us such treasures, we don't mind taking them all." A quasi-saint sneered and stared at Feng Qingyang with eyes as sharp as knives.
The eyes of Qian Shangli and others all changed, looking at each other angrily. They were all under the Holy Lord's seat, so they wanted to see who was stronger and who was weaker. This naked contempt made Qian Shangli and Li Ge, who were usually silent, unable to hold back their inner anger.
Just when he was about to make a move, Feng Qingyang raised his hand to stop him. He did not say anything, but just smiled at the two of them, his eyes filled with confidence. If he could not be invincible in the spiritual world, then how could he have the face to say that he was the third will and could fight against the way of heaven
Seeing Qian Shangli being stopped by Feng Qingyang, the quasi-saint who was speaking became extremely proud, almost as if no one was around. He pointed at Feng Qingyang arrogantly, and some unbearable words came out of his mouth.
The people present, tens of thousands of cultivators glared back in anger. This was simply a humiliation. They not only humiliated Feng Qingyang, but also humiliated the tens of thousands of cultivators present. However, everyone could only be angry but not say anything. Such a powerful person could turn them into ashes with just a glance. In the end, they had no choice but to refocus their gaze on Feng Qingyang, hoping that he could turn the situation around.
The undefeated myth is still the same as yesterday. I hope he can be truly unparalleled and invincible.
However, this time, there were ten supreme masters. How could Feng Qingyang fight them at the same level? The invisible pressure was like an invisible mountain, which made everyone tremble in their hearts and their blood flow backwards.
The Fire Spirit King was shocked, thinking of the duel six months later. It seemed a little funny now, he was indeed very powerful, but even if he was powerful, it was impossible for him to face so many peak powers alone.
At most, dealing with four of them would be a piece of cake, but Feng Qingyang had faced four quasi-saints before, and he crushed them with overwhelming force.
Let me ask, how many people in the world can achieve such great power
His mouth was dry and he laughed at himself. It was not until this moment that he truly understood the meaning of "there are always people better than you".
Perhaps, cultivation is the right path. With a sigh, he turned around silently and walked towards the depths of the void.
He knew that Feng Qingyang would not lose. This battle was a foregone conclusion. He believed that there was no need for a reason or explanation. Feng Qingyang's strength had penetrated into his bones.
But just as he turned around, his eyes stared back. Although he knew the result, he still couldn't help but want to see how the situation would develop.
The ten quasi-saints, who were at the highest level of might, had disdain on their faces. Perhaps it was because of their large numbers, or perhaps it was because there were countless groups behind them trying to strangle Feng Qingyang, so they had nothing to fear and could laugh at the cultivators here without restraint.
Feng Qingyang's clothes are whiter than snow, with white robes fluttering in the wind. He is completely different today than he was yesterday. Now, he is like the rising sun. Although he is alone, he attracts everyone's attention when he stands there.
Yes, if he is not afraid, then what should everyone be afraid of? Thinking of this, tens of thousands of monks suddenly transformed into a huge bronze drum hammer and struck the sky together.