If it weren't for the support and joint offset of the faith of hundreds of millions of ancient monks, he would have collapsed under the backlash long ago.
But in the same way, if they had not injected their souls into it to drive the first rotation of the three-legged bronze tripod and ignited the Burning Heaven Incense, he would not have been able to find the hiding place of Pangu Axe.
"Two days, the last two days, are they about to end?" Feng Qingyang seemed a little tired. He raised his hand and put it down inadvertently. With a whistling sound, he rushed back to the direction where Fen Tianxiang was.
As he galloped, the remaining medieval and ancient cultivators were killed one after another under the rage of Lord Huo. All the power was concentrated on him alone. After all, he was the real controller now.
Huo Zun followed Feng Qingyang silently, looking at Feng Qingyang who was shaking him far away in the distance, a trace of hatred suddenly appeared in his heart. The original control was actually tricked after he passed the tribulation.
The original plan was for Feng Qingyang to take over his body while he was weak during the tribulation. However, who knew that at the moment of the tribulation, the will of Pangu, which had been hidden in the void for countless years, was triggered, causing all his plans to fail.
He calculated for eternity and took into account all living beings in existence, even predicting that the monks sleeping in ancient and medieval times would awaken. He even planned several massacres in order to devour and absorb their blood and essence, without leaving anything out. However, he missed something in the end and forgot about Pangu, the great god who created the world.
And Feng Qingyang, just in the gap that he had missed, grew rapidly and rose against the sky with an unstoppable momentum, until now he was competing with him. Thinking of this, he suddenly clenched his fists, and the anger in his heart almost burned him completely.
The spiritual world, the three-legged bronze tripod, the burning incense, the clear wind, and the Hou Zun!
Neither of them said a word, and the countless surviving ancient monks fell weakly to the ground and looked at them silently. In their opened eyes, besides hope, there was also a lingering confusion.
"Tell it!" Feng Qingyang said suddenly, then raised his foot and stepped into the void.
After landing, the spiritual world shook, and seemed to tremble in a very regular manner, shaking out countless souls that had not yet had time to dissipate.
At the same time, the main body of the Qiong Zun also appeared. The huge beast that was as big as a mountain, or rather a human-shaped beast, merged with the black-robed man after it appeared.
"You have sealed off three eras of the spiritual world. Although you have set up an unprecedented extinction formation, you have protected them in these three eras. Please accept my worship!" After saying that, he bowed deeply to the man in black robe, bowed devoutly, and then stood up straight.
“But at the same time, while blessing them, you harmed the lives of billions of creatures in my spiritual world, treating them as ants and forcibly controlling them with the will of heaven. This is disrespectful to life, and it is also cursing the descendants left by the great god Pangu to become the source of pain. This is hatred. Your existence is the beginning of pain!” At this point, Feng Qingyang raised his hand. The black Pangu axe was not opened, but its edge still emitted a light visible to the naked eye.
He held the axe in one hand and raised the other hand to press towards the void. With this press, a roar rose up and shook the sky. The cycle of cause and effect is endless, and the power of connection hit the void fiercely.
Huo Zun said nothing, smashed it with his hand, and did not answer Feng Qingyang's words.
"Jie Zun, seal the spirit!" Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, and his left hand, which had originally fallen, suddenly pulled back at the moment of pressing the void.
Suddenly, countless thunders appeared out of nowhere in the originally empty sky, along with four-colored halos and the original power of earth, fire, water and wind. Under the roar, the diffuse halo was like a big net that covered the entire spiritual world.
In Feng Qingyang's opinion, all this must be so. Huo Zun's eyes were indifferent. He didn't care at all about the strange phenomena that appeared in the world at this time. Even when the four origins bombarded him, he didn't even blink.
With just a glance and a thought, all the destruction and collapse disappeared. His power surpassed everything and existed in legends, and could be compared with Pangu, the great god who created the world.
Feng Qingyang snorted coldly. He was naturally a little afraid of the strength of the Lord of the Qiong, but so what? Even if both sides were to suffer losses, or even if both sides were to be destroyed, he could not lose today.
He turned around and glanced at the burning Heaven Incense. Its lingering scent made the aura of the Supreme God Realm coming from inside the gate even more obvious.
It is like a big river suddenly pouring into the plain after a desperate situation. The spiritual world is being destroyed, but at the same time it is changing. Life and death coexist, dangers are lurking on every side, and there is the possibility of total subversion at any time.
Finally, he raised his hand and made a move in the air. A golden light whizzed in and suddenly transformed into a huge long sword. After the golden light, there was an extremely powerful momentum.
A halo about a thousand feet long, pointing to the sky and the earth, was just suspended in the void, but a rumbling sound was heard. Moreover, after the appearance of the knife, countless souls spread in it. They were twisted and hideous, covering the entire blade.
"They are the fallen monks, whom I use to sacrifice blood to my sword. I will use it to kill you, break the current world, and create the third great god since the Third Era."
He said words that Feng Qingyang could not understand. As he swung the sword, there was a whistling sound. The sword shadow was terrifying and powerful, shaped like the Milky Way and as powerful as the sky.
After the appearance of the golden sword, there was a violent vibration in the spiritual world, and the Pangu Axe in Feng Qingyang's hand also emitted an extremely angry will. The sword was spreading with blood, but at the same time, it also had the vicissitudes of time after a long time.
After it appeared, it towered over the heaven and earth, as if it was no longer a magic weapon, but a witness to the history of the spiritual world. The billions of souls on the blade were twisted and in boundless pain, which was enough to witness the heinous killing contained in this golden sword.
Feng Qingyang looked calm, he was not afraid of the appearance of the long sword. Looking at the long sword hovering in the void, his spiritual consciousness swept across the spiritual world like an ocean. Looking at every ancient cultivator who fell to the ground due to exhaustion, an irreversible madness had appeared in his heart.
Under the watchful eyes of the whole world, he swung his axe. They saw the stars shattered, the sun exploded, and countless stars of cultivation collapsed. It seemed that this axe caused the earth, fire, water and wind that originally spread across the spiritual world like a huge net to shrink instantly, shattering and rolling back layer by layer, with unstoppable force!
“Whether it’s an era or an age, if you want to achieve a higher realm, you don’t have to rely on killing. Today, I, Feng Qingyang, will let you understand how to be reborn from the ashes even if the whole world is your enemy and even if you are destroyed!”