Blood spilled into the void. The falling Dragon Lord exploded with a bang when it was about to approach the sea surface. Its bones and flesh dyed the seam red. The quasi-saint Tao rhyme laws spread all around and directly collapsed the void.
Feng Qingyang stretched out his hand and wiped the blood that kept flowing from the corner of his mouth. His eyes followed the place where Long Zun disappeared, without stopping at all. He grabbed the void with his big hand and immediately detained his soul. Just like before, he devoured it in full view of everyone.
"You want to kill me, but have you ever thought about the consequences?" Feng Qingyang said calmly. The lightsaber in his hand disappeared, and what appeared afterwards was still the Green Lotus of Creation that determined the world.
He was calm and peaceful, without any change. His eyes were as deep as water, and the deep whirlpool seemed to be able to swallow up everyone's gaze.
Countless powerful men trembled and lost their confidence under his calm gaze. The fall of Long Zun made them once again witness Feng Qingyang's power and tyranny. Even though he devoured souls in front of tens of thousands of people, no one dared to say anything.
If he is about to kill me, what's wrong with letting him devour my soul after I lose
Dragon Lord fell, and his death made the scene silent, all fell into silence, his body exploded, his soul dissipated, he was deader than dead, even Dragon Lord who contained the blood of ancient blue dragon was no match for Feng Qingyang, he...how powerful was he
At this moment, Feng Qingyang suddenly seemed a little mysterious in their eyes, as if his cultivation was beyond description. He was clearly only at the peak of the king, and his physical body had entered the body of the Qilin Lord. Even so, this should not be a reason for him to be abnormally powerful, right
Even Feng Qingyang was a little confused. His own strength was beyond his imagination. Semi-saints, quasi-saints, and quasi-saints died one after another under his attack. He seemed to be the quasi-saint harvester.
Any cultivator who fought against it would end up with his soul torn to pieces. Is this the horror of the third will and the body of the Qilin Lord
Someone swallowed unconsciously, and suddenly a fear arose in his heart. This fear came very suddenly. Until the moment it appeared, he couldn't help but quickly retreat and left the core circle of the war.
"Blood Lord!" King Changqing looked over and saw that the Blood Lord was so frightened that his face turned pale. He flew hastily towards the crowd thousands of feet away. But just when he was about to get away from the crowd, he suddenly let out a scream and fell headfirst into the sea.
Dead
Everyone was terrified and confused, but Feng Qingyang and all the quasi-saints present clearly saw that after the Blood Lord retreated and disobeyed his own will, a powerful force destroyed his soul from the inside out, which caused him to fall into the sea.
Fight to the death! How could these people not understand that the fight with Feng Qingyang could only end to the death, there was no third possibility, and even if there was, it would only be a silent fall under the crushing of heaven.
These fallen mighty beings were all super beings who dominated their time and had few rivals. However, they died in such a miserable way, and they didn't even have the chance to display their strongest magical powers in the ancient times. Such a bizarre death was undoubtedly a huge shock to the quasi-saints who came here.
King Changqing's eyes were gloomy. It was obvious that he had never expected such an ending. If he had known this would happen, he would never have followed the will in his mind and rushed here even if he died.
The remaining two powerful men also retreated backwards involuntarily. Perhaps they were not as fast as him in running away, so after feeling that kind of will, they immediately stopped.
They froze, their faces pale. No one wanted to die, especially them, the chosen ones of an era who were almost able to destroy the heavens and the earth and control the power of killing millions of lives. But now, they have become puppets of heaven, or to put it bluntly, running dogs.
Once he goes against the will of heaven, he will die without Feng Qingyang having to take any action. This is a battle with no choice but to keep moving forward. Perhaps this is the case with Feng Qingyang too. In fact, if he wants to escape, he can definitely leave.
But he, didn't he? Although the powerful force that trapped him was already threatening his life, he still stood there calmly, facing everyone fearlessly.
The other powerful men also had cold sweat on their backs, looking in disbelief at the fallen Blood Lord and the flesh and blood of Dragon Lord that had not yet completely dissipated. The killing power exerted by Feng Qingyang was so powerful that it was abnormal. Killing them looked like butchering dogs.
Such powerful means and magical powers shocked them. Could it be that if they wanted to kill him, they could only repay his life with his own? Perhaps it would be a round-robin battle, or a group attack.
But in such an endless fight, someone is bound to die, and this person, at least at first, will not be Feng Qingyang, but someone among them, perhaps that person is himself.
The more they thought about it, the more shocked they were. Killing a quasi-saint at will, such a deterrent and shocking force, is it a joke? In their era, these things almost never happened, unless the Saint took action personally.
Feng Qingyang stood in the void, the green lotus swaying, he was still so calm, his clothes were whiter than snow, not stained with a speck of dust. Although purple-gold blood kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth, it didn't matter. His style, his dominance, his strength, were already deeply engraved in everyone's soul.
The blue lotus swayed, shocking the ancient and modern times. The mystery and origin of the blue lotus of creation has always been a mystery. It is said that it has existed since the beginning of ancient times, but why was Feng Qingyang able to obtain it? I am afraid that Tiandao Dubu has noticed this.
Because he was born in the world of cultivation, and the world of cultivation is the dream world of that group of powerful people in ancient times!
The rhyme of Tao interweaves throughout the sky, and dazzling brilliance is continuously emitted, like naughty elves dancing in the void. The blue time brings a sense of stability to tens of thousands of ancient cultivators, but it gives these few quasi-saints and extremely powerful people a feeling of solemnity and murderousness.
"How can it be so easy for the Heavenly Dao to kill someone? Since they ordered us to come together, it shows how difficult this matter is. Regardless of whether we can really kill him, I think it's good enough as long as I can save my own life."
The one who was speaking was another quasi-saint of extreme power, a woman, who was said to be also related to zombies, but her identity was somewhat related to Hanba. It could be said that among all the people here, the one that Feng Qingyang least wanted to kill was King Changqing, and the other was the woman who was speaking.
Different positions determine life and death, and there is no choice in life and death.
"He is also burning up his blood, energy and potential. Every time he kills someone, he becomes weaker. Don't you see that? He has always been at the end of his strength."