roar!
The little beast held its head high and looked at Feng Qingyang provocatively.
"Let's go!"
As soon as he said this, he flashed and disappeared into the void. When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the center covered by the colorful clouds.
"Qingyang, I'm afraid that a God King will come this time, you have to be careful. Among the nine divine dynasties, the most important one for you is the Jiuli Divine Dynasty." Kong Xuan whispered in Feng Qingyang's ear, his tone full of evil, as if he was afraid of any accidents.
"I want to leave, and no one can stop me, not to mention that this is my world!" Feng Qingyang was moved in his heart, but there was no change on his face. He looked up at the colorful clouds that were pressing down, and he smiled.
With a single thought, his realm was broken through. It seemed simple, but who could know the hard work he put in? He had been in seclusion for two years, constantly making breakthroughs.
Every breath he took was like being tortured by slow slicing tens of millions of times. Even a God King would not be able to endure that kind of inhuman torture. Once he could not endure it, he would turn into an idiot.
But he held on. Countless accidents and his own persistence made him what he is today, a man who stands tall and upright. At the initial stage, stepping into the threshold of the immortal path, he has undergone a brand new change.
The divine consciousness spread out, taking in the scenery in all directions. Thousands of ancient gods were densely packed outside the eight-colored cloud, including some of the top gods.
Feng Qingyang didn't care at all. Instead, he took a deep breath and looked up at the eight-color colors that filled the sky and the earth. He suddenly made an astonishing move. He sank his energy into his dantian and suddenly opened his mouth.
The terrifying vortex expanded rapidly like a tornado, until it finally broke through like a bamboo shoot, covering all directions with thousands of feet of clouds, which were madly shrinking towards the center. Along with it came the terrifying pulling force caused by the shrinking clouds.
"Oh no, get out of here!" someone shouted. The strange phenomenon that appeared at this time had exceeded their bottom line. If they didn't leave this whirlpool in time, it seemed that their souls would be sucked out and turned into ashes under the pull of the whirlpool.
It was too terrifying. Just the spreading vortex had such power. How powerful was the treasure contained in it? Some were happy while others were worried. The ancient god cultivators all had sad faces, secretly thinking that even if there was a treasure, they might not be able to get it.
The gods, on the other hand, were looking cautiously at the center of the eight-colored cloud. Their powerful cultivation allowed them to see much more than the ancient gods. In the center of the cloud, they could clearly feel the breath of life.
Although the naked eye and spiritual consciousness could not break through the eight-colored cloud, their calculations and intuition indirectly confirmed its existence, which was the breath of life.
"Could it be that it's not a rare treasure from heaven and earth, but a powerful being is inside?" The ancient gods were shocked, while the gods of heaven were alert. They also chose to avoid this whirlpool. Although the treasure was important, it was still far from being as important as life.
Not only that, there are countless gods gathered together, jointly performing powerful formations, slowly crushing towards the center of the vortex. Their combination can undoubtedly destroy the world.
"Hmph, they still want to kill me?" In the center of the vortex, Feng Qingyang was doing two things at once, swallowing the eight-colored cloud while monitoring the changes in the situation outside.
Half a day, a full half a day, the ten thousand feet long eight-colored cloud was completely swallowed up by Feng Qingyang, and he himself, while being swallowed, released an astonishing aura.
Before the breakthrough, his strength was between the peak of the Ancient God and the early stage of the Heavenly God, while his aura completely surpassed the peak of the Heavenly God.
Now, he had broken through to a whole new realm. With his strength, the ancient gods were no problem, but what about the gods? If one came, he would kill one. If two came, he would kill two. As long as he didn't meet the God King, he would be able to deal with all the crises that arose at this time.
What's more, he was not alone. Beside him was the fairy beast Xiaohuo. This was a new name given to him by Feng Qingyang. Xiaohuo was originally very reluctant, but under the threatening look of Feng Qingyang, he had no choice but to surrender.
Moreover, the awakened Kong Xuan was also extremely powerful, and ordinary gods were still no match for him. The two men and the beast standing here seemed to be able to hold their own against ten thousand.
"Aren't you afraid?" Kong Xuan returned to his original form. He did not stand on Feng Qingyang's shoulder, but turned into a Dharma image about three meters tall. The colorful peacock stood between heaven and earth, extremely powerful.
Feng Qingyang stood on Xiaohuo, looking ahead with an indifferent expression. Afraid? How could he be afraid? They were just some gods, so he naturally didn't take them seriously.
Who knows who will win or die, he calmly led the little beast and Kong Xuan, slowly walked towards the outside world. The first thing that caught his eyes was the large formation composed of twenty gods, they also looked at Feng Qingyang proudly.
In the supreme divine realm, there is a strict hierarchy. The gods are already powerful, and the god king can be an ancestor or even a founding emperor. Naturally, their status and status will not be too low.
Although Feng Qingyang who appeared at this time was a little strange, in their eyes, he was just a peak ancient god. The difference between an ancient god and a heavenly god was simply that one was in heaven and the other was on earth.
"Boy, did you take away the treasure that appeared before? Hand it over and I will spare your life." Someone shouted. Looking at Feng Qingyang coming from a distance, for some reason, a strong fear suddenly arose in his heart.
"Are you talking to me?" Feng Qingyan didn't care, and Xiaohuo did the same. The huge iron hooves trampled the void, and the terrifying flames kept burning in all directions, making the void come with a rattling sound.
"Do you know who I am?" Feng Qingyang suddenly looked at them with some amusement. The scene at this moment suddenly reminded him of a funny scene.
It's like a bandit and a passerby. The bandit jumps out and says, "This road is opened by me." However, they have no idea that Feng Qingyang's existence is destined to bring them bad luck.
"No matter who you are, as long as you hand over the treasure, we will spare your life!" The formation formed by these twenty people is indeed quite powerful, but in the eyes of Feng Qingyang, the master of formations, it is nothing more than a trifle.
"Have you ever known Feng Qingyang?"
"Feng Qingyang?"
"Feng Qingyang? He seems familiar." Someone murmured. However, the moment these three words appeared, they looked ahead in horror as if they had been electrocuted, focusing their gazes on Feng Qingyang.
At this moment, they suddenly remembered a person, a person who is now caught in the storm, a living treasure, a person who is related to the God Emperor Yang thirteen years ago.
A man who burned down Guiyuan Divine Sect twice, and who even yelled at the Sect Master to get lost in front of tens of thousands of ancient gods, could it be that... Thinking of this, they swallowed hard.