"I am immortal. With your status, how can you bully me?"
Feng Qingyang walked out of the chaos with a ferocious look. The blood of the Corpse King stirred up the wind and clouds, and the bottomless vortex swallowed the Three Lives Diagram in the sky. This magic weapon, which was famous for an era and surpassed the existence of the Supreme Taoist weapon, was finally refined under his dominance.
His broken body, incomplete bones, and flesh that turned to ashes, reappeared with some difficulty at the moment of refining the Three Lives Diagram.
This time, Gu Huang's Three Lives Diagram almost killed him, just a little bit. It shattered his bones and even left marks all over his body. Perhaps he was not destined to die, and at the last moment, a mysterious power suddenly surged out of the Corpse King's bloodline.
This power came very suddenly and was actually extremely mysterious, but for Feng Qingyang, this was not the first time, nor the last time.
He still remembered the moment when Xiaozhu died in the Dark Night Ghost Market in the cultivation world. His bloodline power had once rioted. Although Ying Gou was the general who came out with him, that feeling was like engraved in his soul.
"No mistake, my life will not end here." Feng Qingyang's three souls returned to one, his spirit possessed his body, he walked out of the chaos, stretched out his hands and tore the sky apart alive, swallowing up the remaining negative energy in the sky one by one, without leaving any.
The battle with Gu Huang was a near-death experience, but it also subconsciously tempered his body again. Only then did he truly deserve the title of unparalleled in the world. His body, and even his will and soul, were reborn from the ashes at the last moment.
Gu Huang was shocked and thought to himself that it was truly against the will of Heaven. Although this Three Lives Diagram was only a textile made by him as the Saint, in his time, it was able to suppress existence throughout the ages. It was precisely because it was too terrifying that this diagram could become a one-time magic weapon.
Like a forbidden item, once used, it was unstoppable. He did not kill Feng Qingyang, and Feng Qingyang did not injure him. It seemed that they were evenly matched, but he knew that he had lost, completely lost.
No one had ever thought that Feng Qingyang was alive. All this was within imagination, but also beyond expectations. The corpse king blood engraved in his body was Feng Qingyang's ultimate trump card.
"You... what other means do you have?" Feng Qingyang roared out, walking in the void. He was not afraid of the pressure from the mysterious and powerful being. He had no doubt that this was the Saint Venerable,
As for the other Saint, he believed even more that the other party would never dare to bully him with the strength of a Saint. If he wanted to attack, he had to cut himself with a sword like Gu Huang and seal his own cultivation.
"Little bastard."
In the chaos, a vague person made a faint sound, and his voice roared like thunder, resounding in all directions, causing Feng Qingyang to tremble all over. At this time, he still used the power of the Saint to force him.
"So what?" Feng Qingyang was furious and took another step forward. It was like he had reached the pinnacle of his power. His aura reached its peak, unprecedented. With this step, time and space seemed to have stopped. He instantly came in front of Gu Huang, looked up at the sky, raised his hand and conjured up a huge blue lotus. As it spun, wisps of blue light curtains fell, resisting the pressure that was about to break his whole body. It held up the heaven and earth, preventing it from falling and continuing to destroy his body.
"You! You're looking for death!" The voice in the chaos sounded a little exasperated. Perhaps Feng Qingyang guessed right. He really didn't dare to use the Saint's power excessively. At least it was not the time yet. Thunder rolled, and the heaven and earth were shaking. It seemed that Feng Qingyang had angered the most angry thing in his heart.
The sky was shaking, and the sea of thunder was raging and boundless, mixed with his emperor's calamity, which made Feng Qingyang's mind shaken and his face turned a little pale. In an unnatural way, a trickle of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth again. Even if Feng Qingyang blocked it, under this catastrophe, he might definitely die and turn into ashes.
"Come on." Feng Qingyang held up Qinglian with difficulty, his eyes were ferocious, and the teeth at the corners of his mouth looked white, reflecting a cold light that made people tremble in the starry sky. His momentum did not shrink under this pressure, but instead, it seemed as if a strong momentum was accumulated and then released, and it kept gathering, brewing a violence that was enough to shake the world.
"If you can't kill me today, tomorrow will be the day you die." Feng Qingyang roared again.
What! Death date? He actually threatened the Holy Lord? This is the Holy Lord, not a cabbage on the roadside. He is the peak power that dominates the world and suppresses an era. How can anyone challenge him
Some people looked at Feng Qingyang in disbelief. They saw too many things in him, and each one of them could shock them to the point of being completely bruised and battered. They were trembling all over, burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, and their mouths were so dry that they could not speak.
"Stone Emperor, you can't do anything to me." Feng Qingyang flashed like lightning, raised his hand to control Gu Huang, lifted him up, and then looked at the void coldly. He exerted force with his hands and tore it apart directly. Blood was like a curtain, bones were flying, and Gu Huang, who had cut himself with a knife, was torn into two halves by him in one fell swoop.
Boom!
In the turbulent void, Feng Qingyang opened his mouth and swallowed up all the energy and spirit of the earth and sky before his madness subsided. In front of the numb eyes of the crowd and the extremely shocked heart of the Stone Emperor, he made such a heaven-defying move.
Phew.
After a moment, the aura of ancient wilderness reappeared in this place. His true body appeared and looked at the Stone Emperor helplessly. He did not have as much hatred towards Feng Qingyang as he had imagined. On the contrary, he had an indescribable feeling.
He sincerely admired the strong and his top talent. Although he came here to kill Feng Qingyang involuntarily, this was not his original intention.
Besides, he had already been defeated by Feng Qingyang and lost the qualification to fight again.
"Is it worth it? In a year you will lose your position as Saint and disappear into the world. You still have means, why don't you use them?" In addition to the Stone Emperor, an old man reappeared next to Gu Huang.
He seemed much kinder, but his cold face could not hide the passion in his heart. He was the master of Duobao Pavilion, the successor of the power passed down from ancient times, medieval times and modern times.
"Saint Duobao," Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank. Today, he finally saw the master behind the scenes of Duobao Pavilion. Although he had some guesses in his mind, he still couldn't help being surprised when he saw it now.
Compared to him, what he said before shocked him even more. One year? Losing the position of Saint in one year
He looked at Gu Huang in confusion. He was really confused about this powerful being who was ruthlessly torn in half by him. Was it really like this? Could it be that he was willing not to resist? Thinking back to the previous scene, it seemed that he was the one who attacked, and the other party had no power to resist. Now thinking about it, I am afraid that the other party did it deliberately.