Feng Qingyang was bleeding, and he couldn't help wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Perhaps others have noticed that after each attack, his body would shake and blood would flow from the corners of his mouth, just like an oil lamp in its twilight years that could go out at any time.
Tens of thousands of monks had sad faces. If this continued, Feng Qingyang would be defeated sooner or later. Once defeated, the end they would face would be death, and they would all die here with regret.
"Kill!" The quasi-saint was furious, but the first one to attack was not King Changqing. Perhaps it was because after discovering his mission, he became more determined not to take action.
Although he did not retreat, at least he would not go along with such people. Instead, he would not go along with the woman who spoke before, who was somehow related to Hanba.
This person's name is Ye, and it is said that he is the only powerful person from the ancient Ye tribe who has survived to this day. His name is Ye Zun.
"Kill him and don't give him any chance to recover." The supreme powers acted together, no longer caring about their own face. No matter it was a one-on-one fight or a group fight, as long as they killed him, it would be fine, because only in this way could they survive.
The only possibility of survival is to kill Feng Qingyang. Either you die or I live! This is a battle without choice, and there is no right or wrong position.
They attacked together, the avenue roared, and after appearing, it triggered a chaotic energy, which directly pierced through the heaven and earth and trapped Feng Qingyang inside, leaving him no chance to fight back.
"Good fortune... makes you invincible!" Feng Qingyang had a cold expression. Facing the many crazy quasi-saints at the scene, he only had a sneer in his heart and a ruthless killing intent.
The lotus leaves shook, making a deafening sound of metal clashing. The soft lotus leaves became as hard as swords, clanging and shaking the universe. With every shake, the void would tremble. Unlike the previous passive defense, this time, Feng Qingyang started a crazy killing mode.
He wants to take control of the initiative, control the initiative in a fight. Anyone who comes to kill him, he will kill them one by one. Only in this way can he devour all their souls and use them to replenish his own foundation. He knows that the moment he kills all the powerful people here, that will be the time for him to truly overcome the tribulation.
He used his burning blood to carry his final will, and with his hands clasped together, he evolved countless divine lights and Taoist rhymes. After they were integrated into the green lotus, it immediately became solemn and terrifying, almost transforming this place into a purgatory, covering the heavens and myriad worlds, and at the same time devouring all those quasi-saints.
"Dang!" A quasi-saint swooped down and stepped into this purgatory. The supreme Taoist weapon in his hand collided with Feng Qingyang's lotus leaf with a loud bang. He screamed miserably and was hit hard. He was locked in the purgatory by the Taoist rhyme spread by the lotus leaf. His body was directly split into two. As soon as his soul appeared, it was swallowed up by Feng Qingyang.
Almost at the moment he swallowed it, the intensity of Purgatory increased a bit. Everyone understood that Feng Qingyang was using their souls to refine them and then supply his own magic power.
However, this refining ability is too fast. They were shocked at Feng Qingyang's ability to make fun of him, but they didn't know that Feng Qingyang was also slightly shocked at this time. The blood of the Corpse King was too overbearing. As soon as the soul entered the body, it was decomposed and melted. Through the Green Lotus of Creation in the Dantian world, it was transformed into the purest magic power in almost the blink of an eye, pouring into his body continuously. That's why he could fight endlessly. Although he was injured, he used his magic power tirelessly.
"Just a collision is enough to kill someone. You'd better be careful not to touch the Green Lotus of Creation in his hand. That thing is weird." Ye Zun said in a serious voice. Similarly, she was also shocked by Feng Qingyang's strength and weirdness.
Blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth. Although he had an endless supply of magic power, the consumption of his own power was also huge. His body of the Hou Zun was in complete control, so the backlash now was unprecedented.
Besides, since he had evolved this purgatory, he would not stop easily. How could he lose the initiative so easily after finally gaining control? He raised his hand to the void, bent his five fingers, and grabbed the void as sharp as an eagle's claw, and pressed lightly while rolling.
Suddenly, the calm void began to fold like waves, carrying a terrifying force to hit the people in front. The Tao and divine charm visible to the naked eye spread out, turning this place into a real purgatory.
"kill!"
Feng Qingyang locked onto the nearest quasi-saint and strangled him in the void. The terrifying power contained in the void was like waves, one after another, constantly impacting him, causing him to scream loudly and lose his soul.
"Let's attack together and break this purgatory..." Many quasi-saints were horrified and looked at Feng Qingyang in disbelief. Two of them fell in succession. It was simply a terrifying and horrifying scene. He was a meat grinder, and wherever he went, corpses were torn into pieces.
Many quasi-saints were trembling in their hearts, but they reacted instantly. They gathered together to avoid the danger of being defeated one by one by Feng Qingyang. They then joined forces to display their magical powers. Various great ways began to merge, and countless illusory Dao rhymes also quickly rushed to the four directions of the world.
At this moment, Ye Zun, who had been watching from the side, suddenly took action. It would have been fine if she hadn't taken action, but once she did, her force was like thunder. Her body soared into the air, and the two teams of wings behind her blew up a deadly gale. She alone was able to shake the purgatory created by Feng Qingyang.
In his hand was a purple-red whip, like a soft poisonous snake, shuttling through the void. Wherever it passed, it shattered the heaven and earth, burned the void, and crushed the sky, and came directly to Feng Qingyang.
It was so fast, extremely fast, even faster than Dragon Lord's law of time. Feng Qingyang raised Qinglian and swung it forward, trying to cut off the entanglement of the whip. Unexpectedly, Qinglian missed, and taking advantage of this gap, the whip had already tied up his whole body.
Almost at the moment of tying him up, the magical powers of the nine quasi-saints had been fully mobilized and they rushed towards Feng Qingyang with a loud bang. The terrifying pressure was unheard of and surpassed everything.
"No!" Qian Shangli was horrified. With such a terrifying alliance, how could Feng Qingyang have a chance to fight back? He provoked the rules of reincarnation and could no longer control himself and crushed towards his master, the quasi-saint.
"Qingyang!" Almost at the same time, Mo Qianxiao and others also started to take action. Although they were only quasi-saints and had not reached their limit, they could fight with them. Even if they were defeated, they could still protect themselves. What's more, this might give Feng Qingyang a chance to survive.