This scene is extremely scary.
The powerful aura that came towards him spread directly throughout the world.
The arrival of the Nine Limits means that Feng Qingyang is about to survive the final catastrophe of the emperor. His laws and ways are as great as the sky, and he will be able to break the shackles and fetters and become a truly powerful person.
The sky was filled with turbulent winds and clouds. The nine great masters who were in charge were all retreating backwards. Even now, they were in a difficult situation and could not save themselves. They only hoped that Feng Qingyang could survive until the last moment.
Only in this way will there be a turning point for them. Otherwise, they will be dead and disappear in half a year, let alone a year.
He flashed out like a humanoid monster, standing tall and proud, and his terrifying aura spread far away, even reaching the edge of the spiritual world.
The rapidly crushing aura of annihilation caused the cultivation stars in all directions to tremble violently. It was obvious that the strange phenomenon that appeared at this moment was clearly aimed at Feng Qingyang.
"Tao follows Tao, and I am Tao," Feng Qingyang roared and soared into the sky. Along with strange visions appearing in all directions, he punched up to the sky, ignoring the terrifying aura of annihilation in all directions, pretending not to hear them.
Boom!
As he ascended into the sky, the sky also condensed the last divine thunder. This thunder was extremely terrifying and could be seen with the naked eye as a millstone. A face flashed in the red lotus. It was a golden shadow shrouded in chaos. Ordinary people could not see its appearance.
However, Feng Qingyang saw all of this. He snorted coldly and swung his fist. An incomparable and indescribable terrifying force suddenly burst out and collided with the red lotus in the sky.
There was a silent collision, and only the expanding air waves could be seen. With a loud bang, the main star collapsed, and hundreds of millions of lives on it died, all in the space of a breath.
A powerful energy field swept in all directions. If it weren't for the nine saints in the sky protecting the monks here, they would all have turned into ashes in the aftermath of the collision.
This kind of scene, this kind of scene, was too scary. The energy that flowed out directly shattered the cultivation star, and the creatures far away on the edge watched this scene happen with their own eyes, without screaming, without wailing, only silence, even the collapse of the cultivation star did not make the slightest sound.
However, it fell just like that, taking with it hundreds of millions of lives. Feng Qingyang didn't want to think about it. He also saw the collapse of the cultivation star. His eyes were red and filled with anger. This was clearly what Honglian did on purpose.
Ordinary people cannot see it and only he can see that the souls of hundreds of millions of fallen creatures were all swallowed up and refined by heaven and earth. However, with the collapse of the cultivation star again, the already fragile constant became weaker again.
The aura of annihilation at the edge swept across the Xiuzhen Star and would soon shatter it. The way of heaven was damaged, and the avenues that his Dantian world had swallowed and copied had reached more than two thousand, and it would be swallowed up in a blink of an eye.
Infinite power and the kind of faith that was about to burn him made him raise his hands to pick the stars and the moon. With great anger, he made a move and shattered the red lotus in the sky.
Almost at the moment of being shattered, a beam of light shot down from the sky. The thick beam of light was like a falling Milky Way, with no end in sight, and it connected to Feng Qingyang.
Countless divine light laws and mysterious mysteries appeared in his mind, and his own magical power seeds were also rapidly changing under the impact of this breath.
The appearance of this beam of light was extremely abrupt, and even the Heavenly Dao was probably unaware of such a scene. It seemed that when Feng Qingyang broke through the last membrane, some existence hidden in the darkness of the spiritual world was set off.
"The third will - awakening!" Feng Qingyang opened his eyes, the world in his dantian was complete, the terrifying power of the world filled his whole body, and he exuded pure gold all over.
Compared to the golden light, this golden color has a sense of antiquity and orthodoxy. The seeds of magical powers all began to merge under this golden light, just like him back then, after breaking through his cultivation level, he refined countless magical powers.
After many years, a powerful person who was superior to the Holy Lord appeared. His powerful aura made people's blood boil, followed by attention and awe.
He is not a Saint, but he possesses the light of a Saint. He is rejected by the Heavenly Dao, but he is able to fight against it. This is Feng Qingyang's acclaim, his true rise, and the time when he truly suppresses the spiritual world.
It was too domineering. This kind of scene was unprecedented. How many people in the spirit world could have seen such glory so far? Feng Qingyang was submerged in the beam of light.
And around him, earth, fire, water and wind appeared, and two powerful wills followed suit. The originally shattered spiritual world roared at the moment Feng Qingyang broke through.
Half of the cultivation stars exploded, and all the creatures that didn't have time to escape died. Those cultivation stars that survived by chance were also trembling under the plunder of the aura of annihilation, and were about to break apart immediately.
"Run! The end of the world is coming. Who can survive this catastrophe?" There were ancient and medieval monks yelling and screaming, flying through the void like headless flies, until they were crushed by the will of darkness and their souls and essence were devoured.
"Heavenly Way," Feng Qingyang in the light column was furious. He looked at the remaining cultivation stars being blessed by the nine saints, and also saw half of the living beings that fell directly.
The death of living beings did not dissipate the power of faith in him. On the contrary, it made it more concentrated. The ancient cultivators stood on the Xiuzhen Star with great determination. They saw the rise of Feng Qingyang and also saw hope. They only hoped that Feng Qingyang would lead them to a brand new world.
The spiritual world today has long been in ruins, with an aura of desolation everywhere, like a world of death. Two major wills appeared out of thin air, and changes suddenly occurred in front of Feng Qingyang's eyes.
There was a huge ancient tree that blocked out the sun. Under the tree, there were two middle-aged men sitting cross-legged under the tree, seemingly playing a chess game.
Feng Qingyang pondered for a moment and walked forward from the darkness. At this time, the catastrophe was already on the verge of happening, and he naturally knew what he was facing now.
He had waited for this day for so long that he almost couldn't wait any longer.
In reality, his body, under the impact of the beam of light, underwent earth-shaking changes that shocked almost everyone, even the Holy Saint was astonished.
Because, there was an aura emanating from him that did not belong to the spiritual world. This aura was directly above all the ways, and even the Heavenly Way that followed it had to submit to it and tremble in fear.
"This is... the breath of the divine world!" Finally, after taking a deep breath, the Lord of the City of Sin said so, with joy in his eyes. Until today, he finally waited for this last moment.
"This is the remaining divine aura from the spirit world. This is the heritage left by the great god Pangu. Will it be passed on to him today?"