Feng Qingyang is too strong, so strong that he is almost too strong, and even directly threatens their status as Saints.
What shocked the Stone Emperor the most was that his last sword, with the help of the Dantian world and the energy of the Green Lotus, created chaos and thousands of swords pierced through his heart.
Sweeping the heavens and shattering all things, this existence that transcends the rules after fusion is above the three thousand avenues of the spiritual world. It not only killed his dharma body that he cut himself with a sword, but also shook his origin.
How many people in the world can use the enemy's strength to train themselves, and survive after being put to death? Who else has the qualifications? You know, this is a battle between the peak powers. If you don't pay attention, you will be crushed into slag, and your body and soul will be destroyed. It is better to die in reincarnation.
Moreover, Feng Qingyang was launching a desperate counterattack under adversity. Shi Huang himself had an absolute upper hand, but he was still defeated miserably at his hands.
His face was full of frost. Looking at the arrogant Feng Qingyang, the murderous intent in his heart grew and did not diminish in the slightest. He had no doubt that he would kill the other party subconsciously. He did not like this feeling, and he did not like being smashed to pieces by Feng Qingyang in front of billions of lives, and also losing his Dharma body and being swallowed up by the other party.
"I will kill you." Shi Huang couldn't control his inner feelings. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. After he could no longer suppress it, he raised his hand and pressed down. A black lotus suddenly appeared in the void. The murderous intent did not conceal the disgust in it at all. It spun and expanded rapidly, trying to swallow Feng Qingyang in it.
Buzz... Buzz...
And at the moment he made his move, an even more powerful and vast pressure descended upon this place. The degree of this pressure surpassed everyone, even the Holy Lord, and cut off the black lotus that was about to crush Feng Qingyang. He himself, under this pressure, turned pale in an instant.
It was just a will that was vast to the extreme, as if it was the will of the spiritual world, so powerful that it could not be resisted. It merged with its rules and the avenue, evolving into a primeval scene.
However, this will was only a little bit shattered, and after cutting off the black lotus, it quickly dissipated in the sky and earth. It came quickly and left even faster. After shattering the black lotus, no trace of it could be seen.
It seemed that this was an illusion, and it seemed a little unreal. Could it be that this scene really happened? No one dared to believe it. Here, perhaps only Feng Qingyang and the few super powers in the sky would understand what happened in the previous moment.
In front of billions of lives, the magical powers of the Stone Emperor suddenly dissipated, and the opponent's face turned pale, obviously shocked. Who could have caused such great harm to the Holy Lord
However, this is more or less a good thing. Originally, people thought Feng Qingyang had died here, but who would have thought that every time things reached the last moment, countless changes would always occur until a drastic reversal occurred.
"Enough, Shi Huang, there are some things that you and I cannot control or interfere with." Duobao stepped forward and said softly. His eyes fell on Feng Qingyang, looking a little weird. Just like before, he did not hide his inner admiration for him.
"Hmph, in a year, I will become the world." Shi Huang snorted coldly, his face looked very bad. It was obvious that he had accepted the fact that if Feng Qingyang lived, he would die. Helplessly, he looked up at the sky, with a hint of helplessness and resentment in his eyes, as if he knew something, or he already knew it.
"Is it my turn?" Saint Duobao didn't mind Stone Emperor's attitude. He cut himself with a sword and lowered his Dharma body. He came to Feng Qingyang, looked at him deeply, and did not make a move.
"I think we have a causal relationship." Shaoqing, he said in a deep voice, his eyes somewhat nostalgic. Perhaps Feng Qingyang didn't know that ever since he appeared as his destiny, they have been paying attention to him, watching him rise from the world of cultivation and unifying it at a tyrannical speed.
And now, he has crushed the geniuses of the three eras in the spiritual world with his terrifying qualifications. Until today, he has grown to a level that is almost on par with them. It must be said that when a man is away for three days, he should be looked at with new eyes.
"Junior, I pay my respects to Saint Duobao." Feng Qingyang nodded and bowed. He had a good impression of this man. He had thought about the involvement when he was in the world of cultivation. Now that he finally met the real person, it would be strange if he was not shocked.
This Holy Lord Duobao, like the Ghost King, is much more mysterious than other Holy Lords. After all, Holy Lord Duobao existed in ancient and medieval times, and it seems that they are of the same lineage.
The same is true for the Ghost King, who was born in accordance with the Way of Heaven.
"Let's fight," Feng Qingyang said at last. Although they respected each other, a necessary fight was also indispensable. This was a life-and-death fight. They had no choice. At least neither of them was qualified now.
Feng Qingyang felt a little bitter inside, but he still straightened his chest and looked at him with high fighting spirit. He didn't need a reason, their positions were different, so naturally their paths were different.
Feng Qingyang took a step forward, at his peak, and looked deeply at Saint Duobao, waiting for the war that was about to break out.
People from all directions, as well as billions of living beings, also focused their eyes at the same time. Feng Qingyang defeated two holy images that had cut themselves with a sword alone. Will he be able to create another miracle like before and continue to win
"Perhaps, we don't have to do this." Seeing Feng Qingyang preparing to take action, Duobao Shengzun suddenly shook his head, looked at Feng Qingyang, and hesitated to speak. He wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, they disappeared strangely.
"Sometimes I really envy you. Maybe the spirit world will really change in your hands. If there really comes a day like that..." He stopped talking here and looked up at the sky.
This starry sky, this mysterious world, contains too many emotions. Countless creatures live and appear in it, as well as age and evolve, and countless stories evolve in it.
This is his world, his roots. He exists in the spiritual world and is one of the nine great saints. Every piece of heaven and earth and every grain of sand here are his homeland, and he is reluctant to leave.
Unable to give up, there is a desire to survive.
His words shocked Gu Huang and Shi Huang who were present. They seemed to have guessed what he was about to say. Gu Huang opened his mouth, but finally sighed softly and kept silent.
As for Shi Huang, a complicated look appeared on his face. He and his opponent were both Saints, but their realms did not seem to be on the same level.
“If there really comes such a day, I will give up this Saint’s position, even at the cost of my life.” When he said this, Saint Duobao suddenly glowed with spiritual light all over his body.
Billions of lives were shocked, and countless powerful people present were shocked. They suddenly wanted to cry. They didn’t know why, but when they looked at Saint Venerable Duobao, they finally felt a trace of pure respect under the fear in their hearts.