"Creating all things, does that mean that your understanding of the rules has reached a level that surpasses everything?" The Fire Spirit King felt bitter in his heart and retreated a long distance.
The green lotus swayed across heaven and earth, and its patterns were filled with the rhythm of Tao, like the blood of heaven and earth, spreading to all directions. Suddenly, a fragrance appeared, and just by taking a sip, one could feel that the Tao was complete.
Feng Qingyang squatted on the green lotus, holding a lotus leaf about three feet long in his hand. He looked so otherworldly, without any trace of the earthly world. Unlike the original demon god, he was now a peerless god.
“Kill… Kill… Kill him, take away his luck, only in this way can we survive.” Seeing Feng Qingyang constantly evolving strange visions, everyone’s eyes suddenly turned red. The more powerful he became, the stronger these people’s murderous intent became. After all, they could not bear the jealousy in their hearts, and a quasi-saint extreme strongman took the lead and stepped forward.
But just as he was approaching the green area surrounding Feng Qingyang, it was as if he was stuck in a quagmire. He saw a phantom flash before his eyes, and his figure suddenly exploded. As he shattered, blood and flesh and bones rained down.
The scene was covered in blood and looked particularly shocking. But looking at Feng Qingyang, he was still standing there without any movement, as if he had not made any move. But what he was holding in his other hand was the soul of the quasi-saint who had taken the lead in making the move.
“No, there is something strange, don’t touch this Creation Green…” An ancient quasi-saint screamed and roared, with wings on his back and a golden body that was unparalleled in stature. He retreated madly, after all, he was the second person following the previous mighty one.
However, before he could utter the word "lotus", his body shattered with a loud bang, just like the first one. Perhaps it was because his soul was strong, he truly felt that the moment he touched the green lotus, the figure of Feng Qingyang emerged from the void and blew him up with a punch.
"This... this world..." He wanted to speak, but he felt cold all over. He looked around. What was going on? A big hand grabbed him. He was about to scream, but was swallowed by the other hand.
Gulp!
There was complete silence all around. Countless people rubbed their eyes and stared ahead with wide eyes. It seemed that all this was an illusion, but the facts were right before their eyes.
The two powerful men were blown up by Feng Qingyang one after another without any suspense, and their pure souls were also swallowed up by each other. Almost at the moment of swallowing, the range covered by the Green Lotus of Creation expanded again.
Weird, powerful, evil, and a devil. He has handsome features and well-dressed, but his moves are insidious and vicious. One touch can kill, and he devours the soul and explodes the body. This kind of heaven-defying method immediately shocked all these arrogant powerful people again.
Blood rained from the sky. This was the remaining trace after the fall of two quasi-saints. Someone touched the blood on his face, sniffed the fishy smell, and swallowed hard. This... was not an illusion.
The sea is vast and the waves are magnificent. Compared with the ocean, the cultivator is like a drop in the ocean, or more like a floating object that cannot find a place to rest. However, such a small floating object is like a mountain, high and unattainable, reaching straight into the sky. I am the king of all mountains, overlooking all the others.
The quiet void seemed so peaceful. The aura spread by the Green Lotus of Creation was purifying the surrounding air all the time. However, the dozen or so quasi-saints standing right in front of Feng Qingyang all raised their hands and wiped their sweat.
Their backs felt cold, almost from the soles of their feet to the base of their necks, and everyone's muscles were trembling slightly. It was not because they were frightened to such an extent by Feng Qingyang, but because the other party's body was already so strong that they could not understand.
The pressure from the life level made them unable to resist at all. They could only endure it passively, with their clothes getting wet. The absolute murderous intent contained in this place was too terrifying.
Feng Qingyang suddenly stood up, standing in the Green Lotus World, holding the Green Lotus of Creation in his hand. Almost at the moment he stood up, he came to the edge of the green world, looked at the powerful man in front of him, and sighed in his heart.
After all, the Green Lotus of Creation was too powerful, and he couldn't maintain it for long in his current state. At most, he could kill one more in this green world. But now, there was only this one, and the opponent didn't give him any chance. Obviously, the previous experience had made them wary.
"Do you dare to kill me?" Feng Qingyang raised his hand and pointed at the quasi-saint who was closest to him. His eyes were calm, but it was this calm look that made the other party shudder suddenly. He felt extremely insulted in his heart and could not suppress the violent murderous intent. Finally, he broke away from the circle of people and rushed towards Feng Qingyang with a roar.
Boom!
His departure meant that his life had come to an end. In almost a flash, before the monks from all directions could speak out to stop him, he turned into crystal clear light and spread into the void.
Flesh and blood surrounded Feng Qingyang, and his soul, in fear and trembling, was still swallowed up by Feng Qingyang in one gulp. And at the moment he devoured the other party, the blue world collapsed and ceased to exist.
The wind passed without leaving a trace, Feng Qingyang stood in the void with a calm gaze, without any ripples, as if nothing could cause any fluctuations in his heart.
The deep pupils are as deep as a whirlpool, obviously bottomless, but the light in them is as bright as stars, which makes people unconsciously fall into them after taking a look at them, unable to extricate themselves.
The blue world collapsed. Feng Qingyang knew that he could not hold on for too long. Otherwise, wouldn't it be against the will of heaven? Kill two if two come. No matter how many there are, I will take them all.
But others didn't know that the blue world collapsed silently, so much so that in their eyes, it seemed as if the other party had used some incredible magical power again.
"He has killed two powerful men in succession. So far, he has killed nearly ten powerful men. Oh my God!" the crowd exclaimed.
Ten! This is definitely not a small number. The third level of the Spirit of Dao can be divided into several realms in the Dao Transformation Realm.
Regardless of whether they are semi-saints, quasi-saints, or the ultimate quasi-saints, they all belong to the realm of Dao Transformation. However, this simple third level has blocked countless cultivators like a punishment from heaven.
One cannot get even a glimpse of the word "saint" in his entire life. Anyone who has stepped into the realm of "saint" is a genius who defies the heavens.
Half-saints might be common, but quasi-saints were absolutely rare. However, in just one day, nearly ten quasi-saints died in his hands.
Even his soul did not escape and became the opponent's meal. How powerful is this
He, with his own attitude, shocked everyone!