The sky was shaking, and everyone knew that a big change was about to happen in the spiritual world.
Ten thousand ways rise and fall, dominating one side, Feng Qingyang's art of cause and effect directly breaks open the universe, awakening the dormant will of heaven completely.
Almost at the same time, the woman who walked out of the Nine Yin Realm had a slightly dazed look in her eyes. With a whoosh, a dazzling light burst out from the air, causing her body that existed in the world to disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The wind and clouds rose again, the heaven and earth shook, and a rumbling sound came from the nine heavens, spreading to the place where the original Heavenly Dao Dharma was shattered.
A powerful aura filled the air, causing all the heavens and worlds to tremble constantly under it. This was the Holy Lord. The Holy Lord's aura was as overwhelming as the sea and as unstoppable as a bamboo that broke through the barriers, shaking the souls of everyone here.
"Holy Lord! The Holy Lord appears? Are they going to stop Feng Qingyang from transcending the tribulation?" Body Lord murmured, staring at the sky in amazement. Faintly, a vague influence appeared.
Its shadow is like a human, half human and half beast, bathed in the light of chaos, flickering, and its strange clothes reveal a vicissitude after years of washing, looking domineering and mysterious to the extreme.
But with his appearance, Feng Qingyang's aura began to change drastically in all directions. Because of the faith of hundreds of millions of lives, his aura became so powerful that he couldn't even describe it.
There are hundreds of millions of people in the world. As the saying goes, water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. At this time, Feng Qingyang is the boat floating on the sea, and its success rises with the tide due to their faith.
The fierce and blazing light illuminates the ages, causing all the heavens and worlds to be filled with a strange light.
This light is faith, and Feng Qingyang feeds back to them, removing the darkness in their hearts and all negative influences.
The direction where Feng Qingyang was standing was the location of the Tiankui ancient star. Here, he blew up the ancient star and turned the world around. He also reached an unprecedented level at this moment.
The aura spreading from the sky is like that of the orc saint. His aura is ancient and vicissitudes, oppressing all directions. It is no longer possible to verify the years of his existence.
It is impossible to trace him back. Perhaps, he has existed since the beginning of ancient times. Behind him, and even in all directions, countless phantoms appeared at the same time.
The blood-colored giant beast, as big as a mountain, was ancient and had an astonishing aura that shocked the heavens. After it appeared, it directly covered the sky, destructive yet invincible.
"With the Holy Lord born, who can compete with him? It is unbelievable and unimaginable." Everyone could only sigh, what else could they say
The Body Lord, the Fire Spirit King, and other powerful forces from ancient times were spread all around, hiding in the void, silently watching the old man who appeared.
He is undoubtedly the Holy Lord. His face is so cold and emotionless that people dare not look at him. It seems that their souls will be shattered if they just look at him.
But what does his appearance mean? Does it mean that Feng Qingyang's strength is already enough to challenge the Saint? Almost all the medieval and ancient masters did not believe it.
In their eyes, Feng Qingyang could at most become the strongest person, the number one person under the Holy Lord, and the pomp and circumstance that appeared at this time was probably just a lot of noise with little results, right
Apart from them, the ancient monks seemed much more pious. Now, to them, Feng Qingyang seemed to have become a myth, a rapidly rising myth, a miracle they had witnessed with their own eyes.
Although the Holy Lord appeared at this time, it did not reduce the fanatical trust of billions of living beings in him.
The piety in his heart was almost unshakable. Feng Qingyang opened his eyes and looked at him fearlessly. Since this battle was destined, he might as well fight to the end. Who would win or lose
"You can call me Guhuang!" After the figure condensed, he made a muffled sound, like thunder, spreading throughout the entire universe.
The end of the spiritual world was also covered by this vast sound, shaking in all directions. Even the madly sweeping aura of annihilation was instantly stagnant the moment this sound appeared.
"Gu Huang..." The ancient cultivators and some ancient beings seemed to have thought of something. They were stunned, looking at the figure appearing in front of them with awe on their faces.
No matter what, the other party is the Holy Lord of the current era after all. His identity should be respected no matter where he is. This is the dignity of the strongest!
“Gu Huang is said to be a living being from the early days of the world in the recent ancient times. No one knows what his true form is. All we can remember is when he was born. He shook the world and crushed many powerful people along the way until he was recognized by the Heavenly Dao. After he became one with the Heavenly Dao, he became a Saint.
It is said that he was once a ruthless murderous devil. In the early days of the ancient times, he slaughtered billions of lives with his own hands. It is said that he is more terrifying than the Saint who loves killing the most.
Moreover, he was born in an era when all kinds of geniuses emerged. He stepped on their bones to rise to the top step by step, and his iron-blooded wrist shocked the entire spiritual world.
Gu Huang, I think it would be more appropriate to call him the God of Killing."
The senior old monk said in a low voice that their cultivation might not be the strongest, but in terms of lifespan, it might be longer than that of a ten thousand year old turtle.
They are living fossils, or, in other words, the embodiment of history.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he was shrouded in chaos again. The sky was filled with rosy clouds and auspicious air, and it was filled with fascinating auspiciousness and Taoism.
"Oh my God, this is the pressure of the Holy Lord, it's too terrifying, how can he resist it?" Everyone was surprised. Compared to the worries of the ancient cultivators, those medieval and ancient cultivators actually seemed to be gloating.
Everyone was filled with righteous indignation and looked at the other monks angrily, wishing they could beat them up immediately, especially those disgusting faces, which almost made them want to tear them apart.
"These bastards, don't they know that we can only live if Feng Qingyang is alive?" Someone spoke, and these words were like lighting a fuse, instantly filling the void with murderous aura.
"Justice is in the hearts of the people." Feng Qingyang said silently. He noticed the changes in everyone's expressions. After a moment, he locked his gaze on Gu Huang.
"You... are very strong! You are worthy of my attack. You are even stronger than I was back then." He spoke again, and as he spoke, he suddenly slashed himself with the sword.
At that moment, the Saint's aura disappeared, and the originally cold and peaceful aura instantly turned into violent killing.
Feng Qingyang was shocked and looked at Gu Huang in disbelief. Even the billions of creatures in the spiritual world were at a loss as to his actions.
“He cut himself with a sword and fell from the throne of Saint. This… this…” The crowd was speechless, and they felt as if their hearts had stopped.
"I have sealed my cultivation and will fight you at the same level!"