"I like cross-era battles. Only a super-powerful person that is hard to come by throughout the ages will not let me down." These words appeared particularly abruptly, and even the spiritual world was shocked at the moment he spoke.
All living beings could clearly feel the decline of spiritual energy and the turbidity of the Great Dao. The Three Talents had undergone drastic changes in just one day.
The Four Symbols Tribulation is gradually eroding the power of the spiritual world. In the edge star field of the Three Thousand Cultivation Stars, the speed of the collapse of the void is surprisingly fast and is constantly spreading forward. If someone is watching here, they will surely be horrified. This scene is truly shocking.
The appearance of powerful people and the continuous increase of the number of disasters, does it mean that this catastrophe is the last one? There is no more light at the end of the tunnel. Billions of lives are bitter. The oppression of the coming doomsday makes them shaken, their inner demons dance wildly, and they are ready to turn into demons and explode and die at any time.
In the marginal areas, countless creatures began to fight and attack. In order to survive and live one more day before the end of the world, they kept killing monks or fighting for resources. At this time, there was no distinction between the righteous and the evil, only life and death.
When death comes and survival is threatened, surely everyone will abandon moral ethics and fall into extreme madness? There is nothing wrong with survival? But in order to survive, one can only keep fighting.
Feng Qingyang's eyes were as fast as lightning. He stood in the void holding the green lotus leaf of Creation in his hand, looking at the place where the sound came from. The void there was shaking violently, and a huge vortex formed in just a few breaths.
The appearance of this vortex swallowed up the sky and the earth, almost covering all the light in this place. Even the remaining quasi-saints below looked at the place of arrival with a little surprise.
"Dragon Lord." Someone spoke in fear. Tens of thousands of cultivators were silent for a moment, and then an uproar broke out, drowning the sky and the earth. The words that came out of everyone's mouth were all "Dragon Lord".
The modern monks were worried, while the medieval monks were ecstatic, looking at the vortex crazily with eager eyes. Perhaps they did not like Long Zun's personality, but they were still extremely happy about his arrival.
Feng Qingyang's strength crushed three eras. No matter whether it was a one-on-one fight or a group fight, he was suppressed by the opponent with iron blood and had almost no power to resist. This fierce attack almost shattered the confidence of the medieval cultivator.
Fortunately, Long Zun appeared at this time. In their view, the unparalleled swordsman and the fire spirit king were all clowns. Who was Long Zun? Long Zun was the number one genius in the Middle Ages.
His original form was a dragon with the blood of an ancient blue dragon. He appeared out of nowhere in the Middle Ages. He was extremely arrogant and murderous. In that era, almost everyone was terrified of him.
The terrifying thing about Long Zun is not only his character, but also his abnormally strong body and bloodline, so much so that he even established a Dragon Killing Alliance back then. Unfortunately, the alliance was shattered in the end due to the opponent's strong counterattack.
Just when the genius was in despair, Long Zun disappeared mysteriously. His appearance was so sudden and his disappearance was so strange that everyone thought he was suppressed by the heaven and fell. Unexpectedly, he also chose to sleep.
At this moment, the Zhonggu genius looked at the vortex with excitement and fear, with a complicated expression. Is this person who he once shouted and killed to pick up the dignity he lost now
"A bunch of trash, each generation is really worse than the previous one." Sure enough, as the vortex expanded, a strange man vaguely emerged from it. His appearance did not cause much fuss, he was just one person.
He was handsome to the point of being weird, with two dragon horns on his head that had not yet completely disappeared. The first words he said were these, which made the ancient monks who were expecting it below blush and were shocked.
"Are you Feng Qingyang? The legendary supreme zombie, the body of the Hou Zun?" He stood in the void, vaguely becoming the leader of the crowd, and said to Feng Qingyang who was only a hundred feet away from him.
There was a strange look on his face, and the light reflected in his eyes was even more bizarre, eager and eager, like a warlike madman who was madly excited after finding someone who could match him. He was so excited to see the prey that he was almost crazy.
"Let's do it." Without any sign, Long Zun raised his hand and fired a gun. This gun had no Taoist rhyme, but it spread an aura of death, and each section looked extremely unique, clearly made of dragon bones. Feng Qingyang was surprised, could it be that he used his own spine to forge the weapon
Looking at the root of the spear again, even though I was in the palm of my hand, the bottom was obviously connected to his body. Feng Qingyang was shocked. Who was this person? How could he be so crazy that he would use his own body as material to refine himself into a human-shaped weapon
The tip of the gun pierced through the morning sun and shattered the void. The scarlet dot was like lightning. The moment it appeared, it was already close to Feng Qingyang himself. His movements were so fast that they were shocking.
Sparks flew wherever he passed. That was the friction between the tip of the spear and the broken void, and the turbulent void flow that hit the fragments. Along with his shot, endless dragon roars appeared, as if this was not a spear, but a ferocious evil dragon.
"The peak limit of the Demon Saint is equivalent to the Quasi-Saint limit of the human race, and his bloodline is abnormal." Feng Qingyang only took a glance and saw the other party's cultivation level.
But at this moment, he had no time to think any more. The tip of the gun was approaching his face. If he was not careful, he would be pierced through by the opponent and his head would be lifted up in front of the public.
He held the Green Lotus in his hand, as if controlling the entire world. The patterns on the lotus leaves flashed and intertwined with inexhaustible rhyme of Taoism. It did not have the ferocity of Dragon Lord, but had a stability as solid as a rock.
The green light and the blood light collided and clashed fiercely, making a deafening roar. After the interweaving, the first round was over. The dragon's roar and the flowing light were transmitted far away, causing the sea below to be turbulent. The sea water, which was already scarce, was reduced again by countless under this blow, revealing a large black hole.
"What a powerful shot." Qian Shangli frowned secretly. With his level of cultivation, he could only see a vague outline of this shot. His speed was not in velocity, but it contained some kind of law, as if he had touched time. It was obviously very slow, but in fact it was as fast as flowing light.
If he wanted to block the shot, he could only use the rules of reincarnation to distort time and space. Otherwise, he would not be able to survive the first round and would be stabbed to death by the opponent.
Li Ge stroked the long sword in his hand, his eyes sharp as a hook, looking at the remaining monks who had not taken any action. The violent murderous intent and fighting spirit were rising and roaring, almost about to burst out of his body immediately.