Purple air comes from the east.
Feng Qingyang stood in the sky, with endless blood falling around him, like withered red petals dancing in the wind.
It was like the sigh of heaven and earth. The death of every quasi-saint would cause grief to heaven and earth. Each drop of blood was like a tear, bright red and desolate, falling from Feng Qingyang's side and dripping into the void.
A light cough woke up everyone who was lost in thought. The blood kept flowing, and he couldn't swallow it back even if he wanted to. Half of his body was destroyed, his bones were purple-gold, his blood was purple-gold, and his heart was pounding. Obviously, even if he survived with their joint efforts, he paid a huge price.
Although he looked so embarrassed, in the eyes of tens of thousands of ancient monks, he seemed so at ease. He was an undefeated myth, a favored son of heaven who would never fall. He deeply shocked everyone and made everyone deeply in awe of him.
Everything in the world seemed to have disappeared, leaving only this red figure. Less than a hundred feet away from him, ten powerful beings were looking at him in horror.
They knew clearly that he was at the end of his strength and could not continue fighting, but he just stood there, making these people dare not breathe, let alone take action.
It seemed that at this moment, he had turned into eternity. He competed with the heaven and earth for glory, and with the sun and the moon for supremacy. He was the unrivaled overlord, standing there, crushing the heaven and earth, suppressing the ghost hero. Along with the roar of the avenue, the power of faith in the sky almost turned into a spring, all converging into his body.
It was extremely refined and pure. Not only the tens of thousands of ancient cultivators here, but also the vast majority of the ancient cultivators among the billions of creatures paying attention to this place, all looked at Feng Qingyang in awe at this moment.
This person who subverted everything carried too much hope. They truly demanded that Feng Qingyang survive this war. Only if he survived could these people survive. One person was responsible for the fate of countless lives.
Whether it is selfish or has a selfish motive, the purpose is self-evident. Everything is for Feng Qingyang, for the dignity of the ancient monks, and for the meaning of survival today.
No one could get close to his body. He was surrounded by countless powers of faith within a hundred feet radius, and his injuries began to recover at an astonishing speed. It seemed that all this was so natural. No one said anything, and no one found it strange.
"Qingyang." Qian Shangli looked at him deeply with concern. Li Ge, Mo Qianxiao and others also spoke to him. They had previously joined forces to resist Ye Zun's avenue and had also suffered considerable backlash. Their pale faces suddenly flushed with excitement after seeing that Feng Qingyang was still alive.
He kept coughing, and although his wounds were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, the blood from the corners of his mouth still flowed unstoppably. It was a shocking sight, and all the quasi-saints were shocked.
It took a long time for them to wake up from the shock, but at the same time, they also woke up to madness, the last madness for their own lives.
"Kill him, you must kill him. If we don't kill him, we will all die here." Ye Zun seemed a little crazy, and her better face was distorted because of her hideousness. She raised her hand and pointed at Feng Qingyang. The murderous intent in her eyes almost turned into reality.
Everyone from all directions trembled when they heard this, and they felt that something was wrong. Indeed, if they couldn't kill Feng Qingyang now, then they would be the ones to die. But how much would it cost to kill him
“This kind of person must not be allowed to live, otherwise, we will surely die. And with him blocking the way ahead, we cannot break through to a higher level.” A quasi-saint spoke, and at this moment, everyone heard his words and took a deep breath, with madness showing in their eyes at the same time.
"You're lucky, which is beyond my expectation." In the distant starry sky, a woman who walked out of the Nine Yin Realm looked at Feng Qingyang with eyes as sharp as lightning, with a smile on her lips: "Even so, do you think you can get out of my hand?" She talked to herself, as if she had guessed what would happen next.
"No matter what the cost, we must take his life." Ye Zun spoke, and the blood-red whip in his hand kept flying and spinning. Even she, such a powerful quasi-saint, did not dare to act rashly.
Even the several quasi-saints around him surrounded Feng Qingyang in the center, but did not take action. They knew that if they took action, one of them would be blown up by Feng Qingyang's dying blow. They didn't know who this person was, but they knew that it was most likely themselves. Therefore, they all looked at Feng Qingyang cautiously and fearfully, fearing that he would suddenly attack and kill people.
When did they ever become so wary of one person? In the past, which one of them was not a top figure who dominated the world? A super-powerful person who could traverse the void and control the mountains and rivers
But now, in order to survive, they temporarily abandoned the dignity of the strong and joined forces to kill a small zombie. What's even more ridiculous is that even so, they were still frightened by the other party and dared not act rashly.
Feng Qingyang himself was holding a lotus leaf in one hand with a relaxed look on his face. The wounds on his body were recovering at a terrifying speed. Although blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, his deterrent power did not diminish at all, causing both sides to fall into a state of stagnation, or rather, a stalemate, a balance.
Just one person, but he can face so many powerful beings. Who else in the past and present can have this qualification? This is a kind of honor, the honor of the peak strong.
He faced everyone alone, suppressing them so that they didn't dare to cross the line even a single step. The fear between them and also the sadness between them were that they didn't have the confidence to fight to the death.
This alone is enough to doom them to failure.
"City Lord, look, isn't he fine?" At the highest point in the spiritual world, the master of Duobao Pavilion looked at Feng Qingyang of Tianxuan Ancient Star with a smile, and expectation appeared in his eyes.
Du'e and the Lord of the City of Sin nodded at the same time. They agreed with what the Lord of Duobao Pavilion said: "This kid has a very tough life. Maybe the direction of the spirit world will really change because of him."
Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently twice, obviously suffering backlash. Some things cannot be said casually, of course, it also depends on one's identity.
"That's not necessarily true..." Where there are supporters, there must be opponents. One of the saints had a somewhat dissatisfied look on his face, looking at the city lord who was supported by sin, with a gloomy look in his eyes.
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"Do you dare to come and kill me again?" Feng Qingyang took the initiative to challenge the silent young minister. He didn't want to delay time. He knew why so many powerful people he was facing at this moment. Therefore, after they became afraid, he was even worried that they would turn around and run away.