boom!
It was too terrifying. It was thousands of feet in size, like a moving fortress, with a body as big as a mountain. Just one look at it would make one's soul tremble.
And the speed of crushing was incredibly fast, like a meteor chasing the moon. Under the protection of the thousands of feet of golden light, the ancient ferocious beast transformed by Feng Qingyang raised its big feet and fell directly.
The Holy Lord who was locked by him had no choice but to raise his hands to block him. In order to resist him, he raised his arms upwards, and countless streams of light transformed into thousands of sharp auras, pushing upwards with it.
Click, a crisp and pleasant sound spread in all directions, and the dominance of Feng Qingyang was undoubtedly revealed. He was domineering and invincible, who could compete with him
The power of this kick was too strong. Feng Qingyang's physical strength could almost blow up Xiuzhenxing. What's more, he was facing a Saint who cut himself with a sword? Could his body be as strong as Xiuzhenxing's
With this kick, all the laws and rules were shattered, and with an overwhelming and violent force, the Saint was trampled hard under his big feet.
The crowd was shocked. This scene was too horrifying. From a distance, it looked like a moving mountain crushing them from mid-air. Feng Qingyang stomped on it. The Saint then used his magical powers to resist it. His raised hands could only barely steady his feet from falling further.
However, just when everyone thought he had blocked it, Feng Qingyang suddenly roared, and from the center of the ferocious beast's brows walked out a spirited young man who looked exactly like Feng Qingyang.
"The soul leaves the body?" The Saint had no time to react before he saw the transparent figure locking his eyes on him, and then coming towards him with a roar, raising his hands to cover the sky, and attacking him directly.
Surrounded by three great worlds, his divine fist was unrivaled in the world, reaching the pinnacle, shattering the void, blasting the sky, and shocking him so much that he let out angry roars one after another, but even so, he was still severely suppressed.
This scene fell deeply into the eyes of billions of creatures in the spiritual world. The figure that was like a god was unparalleled in the world. The original Dharma image trampled on the Dharma image of the Holy Lord. His soul left the body and beat him so badly that he had no power to fight back. That domineering and arrogant aura shocked everyone.
Boom!
As the terrifying wave came, the Saint finally exploded and died. The energy in the air was swallowed up by Feng Qingyang. Almost at the moment of swallowing, the aura on his body changed rapidly again.
In the blink of an eye, the violent crushing happened again. Everyone held their breath, forgot about time, and just stared blankly at Feng Qingyang who was in a frenzy. This demon god was unparalleled in the world.
The ancient and medieval forces hid in their own nests and trembled, thinking back to what Feng Qingyang had done, crushing the Fire Spirit King, blowing up Tyrant Star, and overthrowing one major force after another. The funny thing was that they were still clamoring to kill him and deprive him of his third will.
Now it seems like a joke, a huge joke. It's a blessing that Feng Qingyang didn't take the initiative to cause trouble for them. It sounds slow, but in fact it all happened in a flash.
Feng Qingyang did not stop at all. He used his violent momentum to crush the two holy bodies. He only stopped when he was facing the Lord of the City of Sin.
The master and disciple stood face to face, only ten feet apart from each other. At this time, he had also returned to the size of a normal person from the original ten-thousand-foot ferocious beast. Looking at his master in the distance, Feng Qingyang had a strange look in his eyes.
"Master, do you want to take action?" Shaoqing said this after hesitating for a moment, not knowing that after he said this, Qian Shangli behind him gave him a fierce look. If it wasn't the right time, they would almost want to go up and beat him up.
The Lord of the City of Sin shook his head, obviously not wanting to fight him again. Feng Qingyang's top fighting power at this moment was only a little bit away from breaking through the membrane, and then he would be able to face the final catastrophe of the emperor.
Whether he blocked it or not, it actually had no effect. He looked at Feng Qingyang meaningfully and said, "You didn't disappoint me, but do you still remember the Heavenly Principle and the three realms of mind?" After leaving these words, he suddenly disintegrated into the purest Dharmakaya power, just like the Saint Du'e Saint, and merged into the Saint Realm of the original Saint, giving back to Feng Qingyang with great pride.
"Master," Feng Qingyang subconsciously stretched out his hand, but wherever he touched, there were only dots of starlight, and the essence of the sky was rushing in.
The limit of Nine has been reached, causing his body to make a loud bang, and the violent circulation of magic power seemed to conform to a certain constant.
However, the changes in his body still did not bring Feng Qingyang back to his senses. His soul and memory remained on the two sentences spoken by his master.
"Could it be that you prepared all this?" Feng Qingyang was shaken in his heart, and a deep feeling of being moved came out of his mind. It was not until now that he understood why the heavenly rules he faced when he entered the City of Sin were so suitable for him, and were almost tailor-made for him.
Although it has existed for thousands of years, with the power of the Saint, it is natural that he can deduce the secrets of heaven in an unprecedented way. Moreover, the three mysterious artistic conceptions were originally thought to belong to the Realm Pearl, but now it seems that they were left for it by the Lord of the City of Sin.
No matter what the reason or cause was, it was all for him. That kind of thoughtfulness and care almost made Feng Qingyang's eyes red and tears flow.
"I know that all this is because of me. If it weren't for your secret action, I would have died countless times." Feng Qingyang said to himself.
Looking up at the sky, he saw the Holy Lord of Heaven’s Will who appeared beside the Lord of the City of Sin. The original fierceness of the Holy Lord of Heaven’s Will disappeared, and was replaced by a strong expectation.
"The consciousness of the boy back then had a connection with you. It can be seen that there is a causal relationship between you and me." As if guessing what Feng Qingyang was thinking, Tianyi spoke so.
Feng Qingyang lowered his head and engraved their words in his heart. Wasn't all this for the comfort of billions of souls in the spiritual world? He raised his hand and looked at the halo all over his body. The power of faith of billions of people was endless.
The roar in the body continued, all of this was due to the slaughter of the nine holy dharma images. The limit of nine was the beginning of the end. The rotating mana could not be stopped at all.
Layer upon layer, the powerful and awe-inspiring force, like a broken bamboo, changed dramatically in an instant, the momentum burst out and climbed infinitely upwards.
Along with the rumbling of heaven and earth, and the strong aura of annihilation that suddenly appeared all around, Feng Qingyang's aura had actually infinitely brought him closer to the status of a true Saint.
It can be said that at this moment, he can almost challenge the true body of any Saint. At this moment, his extraordinary talent will finally turn decay into magic and bloom with the most original brilliance.