"Even if I want to kill you, I will kill you first."
Feng Qingyang, who was originally in a frenzy, suddenly changed his demeanor.
Feng Qingyang opened his eyes, revealing a sharp gleam in them, as if everything before was just an illusion, or had never happened at all.
He raised his foot and stepped forward, crushing the chessboard that was within reach while roaring. Almost at the moment of crushing it, the man in the four-color Taoist robe disappeared like green smoke.
The original world in the crack also collapsed suddenly. Looking at the black-robed man with an increasingly ugly expression, Feng Qingyang looked at him with disdain. He flicked his fingers and shattered it in an instant.
"You still want to deceive my heart? Do you think I will really believe your lies?" In fact, he really believed it at first. If the bird had not woken up at the critical moment, he would have almost sunk.
The dim void, the shattering silence and the aura of destruction swept in all directions. The bright light in the sky that Feng Qingyang saw when he opened his eyes also entered his body the moment he woke up, like the sea absorbing all rivers, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"This is the inheritance left by Pangu, isn't it?" Feng Qingyang murmured, looking up at the sky. A majestic aura was quickly gathering in it, and almost in an instant, it appeared beside Feng Qingyang.
This was a man in a black robe. To be precise, he was exactly the same as the one who appeared in the cracks of the spiritual world. His eyes were as dark as water, and his hatred and fighting spirit were so intense that they almost broke through his body and emerged completely.
The moment he appeared, a three-meter-long giant sword appeared in his palm. He stood upside down in the air with murderous intent on his face, and there was a lot of blood in the air.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the sword flashed, and he rushed forward, aiming straight for Feng Qingyang's head. The pressure from the raised sword instantly blew up a nearby cultivation star.
"Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!" Qian Shangli was horrified. This man was too strong. Even the Saint Venerable was not good enough in his eyes. With just a random blow, he blew up the Xiuzhen Star.
Didn't he know that the collapse of the cultivation star would cause the weakening of the spiritual world? At this time, both the Saint and the countless surviving creatures were extremely weak.
This is the reason for being a cauldron. Whenever there is a breakthrough, heaven will bestow auspicious signs to encourage the cultivator to keep trying. Not only will it grant the cultivator a long lifespan, but it will also add powerful magic power to the lifespan.
But they forgot that some things cannot be taken for free. If the spiritual world is destroyed, all will prosper together and suffer together. The reason why half of the holy spirits perished is precisely because of their identities as cauldrons.
The nine saints on the clouds were also shocked as they looked at the black-robed man who appeared. Disbelief flashed in their eyes, and then turned into horror in an instant. They wanted to escape, but finally found that their bodies seemed to have grown nails, and they could only stand still in the void and unable to move.
On the contrary, those monks who were already on the edge fled faster than each other, and the moment Qian Shangli opened his mouth, they all disappeared without a trace.
In fact, at this time, they have indeed come to the edge of the spirit world. To be more precise, it should be the center of the spirit world that has not yet been destroyed. Feng Qingyang and the man in black robes are at the end of the sky.
The sword light flashed, and the power of the entire spiritual world was concentrated on the giant sword. Feng Qingyang was silent. When he approached, he slowly raised his right hand and pointed at the oncoming giant sword. With two bangs, he directly destroyed it.
The exploding powder directly pulled the black-robed man who was originally hidden in the sword light out of the line.
"Stop pretending. Are you still unwilling to show your true self?" Feng Qingyang flicked his sleeves and rushed forward quickly, not even looking at the man who collapsed after the sword light was broken.
He took a step forward, and in the instant he rushed forward, he disappeared without a trace.
But when he reappeared, he appeared directly at the edge of the spiritual world, or at the very top, and in front of him was the door that should have appeared at the edge of the light column.
"You haven't shown up yet? Do you really need me to shatter all the paths before you show up? If so, then I, Feng, will do as you wish." Feng Qingyang broke out in a cold sweat, flicked his sleeves, and turned around to avoid the door behind him without any hesitation.
He raised his hand to control the heaven and earth, and a huge head appeared, swallowing the sky and the earth. The laws and rules visible to the naked eye were integrated by him. At the same time, when this head appeared, countless surviving creatures in the spiritual world also flew towards this head.
Their faith is Feng Qingyang, which makes their hearts seem connected together. Feng Qingyang is just a thought and they can sense it instantly.
Feng Qingyang would not let the remaining creatures die easily. He was now an emperor, and there were no magical seeds in his body. However, he only needed a thought to change the world and evolve all the magical powers.
"Control the world,"
Feng Qingyang shouted again, and his body suddenly twisted and split into two. The two men were exactly the same, one black and one white, standing towards each other with their hands stretched out.
Moreover, the two of them expanded rapidly, and the powerful force gradually spread, making the nine great saints below almost dazed. This is... This is him absorbing the aura of the supreme divine realm transmitted by the gate.
Even before the door opened, the power within him began to change.
The originally purple-gold blood began to change under the impact of this breath and turned directly into gold. In his meridians, a gray liquid appeared, which was his inexhaustible magic power.
Not long after, all the magic power in his body changed and turned into a gray appearance, and the aura he exuded reached a level of perfection.
His eyes flickered with brilliance, and almost at the same time, the Wang character spell reached perfection, and he emerged directly from it, transforming into a huge five-clawed golden dragon. It circled, and with a bang, it transformed into a person.
Transformed in the brilliant light and thunder, this was exactly the appearance of Feng Qingyang. After appearing, he directly entered the Dantian world.
"Thunder Lord, control the great calamity of heaven."
In the sky above the Dantian world, Feng Qingyang's roar was heard. Then, the tyranny, killing, and destruction that he controlled all broke out of his body and transformed into his appearance and entered the Dantian world.
"The Lord of Destruction, the Lord of Killing, control the great calamity of heaven." The same control represents two different meanings. The Lord of Thunder represents the calamity, while Destruction and Killing represent the fighting and destruction after the Dantian world.
Where there is fighting, there will be destruction, and therefore there will be disasters.
The Dantian world was becoming more and more perfect under his control, and with the influx of countless creatures, Feng Qingyang had a greater understanding in his heart.
"You haven't shown up yet?"