"Die? Who told you to die?"
However, just when Qian Shangli accepted his fate, a powerful voice suddenly came to his ears.
The voice was lively and domineering, full of unparalleled arrogance, but the moment it fell into his ears, he almost thought it was an illusion and couldn't believe it was true.
Although he was in a quagmire-like battle with Ti Zun, his eyes were still paying attention to Feng Qingyang. In the previous big explosion, he clearly saw that Feng Qingyang was at a disadvantage, and the image of him being weak in spirit and soul was deeply imprinted in his mind.
"Could it be? Xuan Zun has fallen?" Qian Shangli opened his eyes, and felt a powerful breath coming, which disappeared in a flash. Amidst the tiger's roar, a handsome young man appeared in front of him.
"Big Brother." Feng Qingyang turned around and made a rare face, then turned around to look at the incoming magical power, flipped his palm, and simply slapped it down.
Boom.
The void was shattered, but surprisingly, the shattered void was restored to its original state in an instant, without any trace of damage. This kind of controlling power that made people's souls tremble almost made them despair.
"You picked the right time to take my life while I'm sick, right?" Feng Qingyang's eyes reflected light as he looked at Ti Zun, who had an extremely ugly expression not far away.
"If you choose to take action, you will naturally have to face my wrath, right?" Feng Qingyang said every word, and every word was heart-piercing, like a sharp knife, falling deeply into the ears of tens of thousands of monks.
At that moment, they all stopped at the same time, looking at the tall and mighty man who had walked out of the void at some point in time. Their hearts trembled as if they had seen a devil. Some of them who were weak in will even yelled and fainted.
It was really a nest of bears, and if one person was afraid, it would cause a chain reaction. After seeing Feng Qingyang appear alive, countless monks ran away, while others knelt on the ground and kowtowed, begging for mercy.
How could they not know how powerful Feng Qingyang was now? Being able to fight against a Saint Venerable who cut himself with a sword, and kill several Saint Venerables in a row, how could they be Feng Qingyang's opponent? Even if they had tens of thousands of cultivators now, in Feng Qingyang's eyes, all of this was still not enough, just a bunch of scum.
With the flick of his fingers, he covered the sky; with a breath of air, blood flowed to Pulu. Feng Qingyang snorted coldly and took a step forward. At this moment, he was actually even more powerful.
After integrating Xuan Zun's Dharma body, his strength has undergone earth-shaking changes. Outsiders cannot see this. If there is any, it can only be the Dharma form of the Holy Lord that Yu Feng Qingyang is fighting with.
Only they know Feng Qingyang's terrifying growth. Every time there will be earth-shaking changes. In fact, the longer you delay, the more you can gain. In fact, the longer you delay, the greater the loss.
Because at that time, Feng Qingyang was already so powerful that no one knew how powerful he was. In other words, after he killed nine saints in a row, he would succeed in becoming a saint and become an emperor. At that time, not to mention slaughtering the saints' Dharma images, even if they faced their own bodies, they would have to bow down to him.
"Is this the horror of zombies? Only a body of this kind can withstand such greatness." Several saints above the clouds who had not taken action sighed.
Ti Zun was shocked. Looking at Feng Qingyang's face, he knew that it might be difficult to leave here alive. He was afraid that there was no chance at all.
Although he wanted to tear the void and flee, how could it be so easy? Feng Qingyang would never let him leave so easily, almost at the moment when he had the idea.
Feng Qingyang in the distance sneered, his whole body bursting with murderous intent, and with a whoosh, he turned into a dazzling stream of light, blocking the sky and the earth, and blasted away.
The Corpse King was furious and blood flowed everywhere. The spreading aura was earth-shaking and locked onto the Body Lord. It carried deep-rooted hatred and anger, surging out and pouring down like a violent storm, sweeping across the entire spiritual world.
Since you want to seize the other person's body, you must naturally bear his wrath and thunderous attack. Who below the Holy Lord can compete with him
Boom!
There was a loud noise, like the sun exploding and the stars falling, and a thigh floated in from somewhere, but unfortunately it was only a flash in the pan before turning into ashes.
With the appearance of the thigh, it was followed by severed hands, limbs, and a head with its eyes open. This was not the sublimation of life, but the withering and falling of life. From then on, the title of Body Master no longer existed in the world.
Even though he was a master of the Middle Ages and defeated countless powerful men in modern times, he could only die with hatred under Feng Qingyang's powerful attack.
The struggle between the strong is always accompanied by corpses and blood. If you want to survive, you can either live in mediocrity or fight for supremacy in the world. The winner takes all, and this is the eternal truth.
A true strong man is not judged by his current unparalleled demeanor that dominates the world, but by the road he has walked behind him, the bones that stretch as far as you can see and the boundless sea of blood.
This road is called the road of the strong. The road of the strong is so cruel. If you make a choice, you must face the consequences, no matter what the reason or the person.
The Body Master's Soul came out afterwards, and looking at his broken body, he did not beg for mercy to Feng Qingyang, and Feng Qingyang had no intention of not killing him. Almost at the moment the Body Master's Soul appeared, he flipped his hand and crushed it to pieces. This kind of scum, even if he swallowed it, could only make him feel sick.
“Dead, dead…” The Fire Spirit King’s face was pale and bloodless. Looking at the Body Master who had no power to resist Feng Qingyang at all, he was like an ant facing an elephant.
The feeling of powerlessness swept through his body, causing him to fall into the void with lifeless eyes. He knew the end he was about to face. This end was nothing to others, and was at most a process in Feng Qingyang's journey to become a strong man, a wave.
But for him, this is his fate!
"It's the so-called karma and reincarnation. You and I had no grudges against each other, but you wanted to take over my body when I was weak and harbored murderous intentions towards me. If I hadn't taken control of my body in time, I would be the one dead now."
FTo be honest, Feng Qingyang didn't want to kill Fire Spirit King at all. He was his friend for life and death. They had shared the joys and sorrows when they were sealed in the Tianxuan Ancient Star.
But now, he had to kill him. He didn't understand why someone as powerful as the Fire Spirit King still couldn't see the facts clearly. He sighed deeply and finally said, "It's not a complaint to die in my hands."
After saying that, he snapped his fingers. No flash of light could be seen, but as his fingers were raised, the Fire Spirit King died and turned into light and shadows all over the sky, and finally dissipated in the sky.
His soul was swallowed by Feng Qingyang and entered the Dantian world. Perhaps at some point, he would come back to life from there.