At the same time, Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and the surrounding scenery changed suddenly, as if he had entered another world.
To others, nothing seemed unusual, but in his eyes, that was not the case. Although it was a little unclear, that touch of blood-red was deeply imprinted in his mind.
This was a passage, like a whirlpool. In its depths there was an aura that made his soul turbulent. His abnormality seemed completely different to others.
However, he was not the only one who saw all this. Deep inside the palace in the main city of the Demon Emperor State, there was a pair of bright eyes staring at this place.
Feng Qingyang's eyes were like fire, and he couldn't help but take a step forward. At this moment, his eyes were all blood red, and the moment he raised his foot, it seemed that he had completely stepped into it.
"Emperor..."
Faintly, there seemed to be a word echoing from the passage, and it fell into Feng Qingyang's mind with incredible clarity. He was shocked, and a tremendous roar suddenly appeared in his mind, and the echo made his face pale.
This voice contained a sense of antiquity and vicissitudes, as if it had flowed from countless years ago, as if it had been floating and suppressed in time for a long time, and then was suddenly released one day, instantly permeating Feng Qingyang's soul.
The moment it appeared, Feng Qingyang's whole body shook violently, and his eyes were suddenly filled with a trace of panic, as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing, beyond everything he knew.
This vicissitudes and ancient voice kept echoing in his mind, and then spread throughout his body. The scenery around him changed rapidly, as if an invisible big hand was squeezing in from all directions, increasing the invisible pressure even more.
"Emperor Demon!"
Feng Qingyang's face changed drastically. He flicked his sleeves to break free from the illusion, returned to the platform and looked up at the people below. When he realized that there was nothing unusual about them, an idea suddenly came to his mind.
The echoing sound gradually turned into thunder, and its strength continued to increase. The world that could only be seen by him continued to press towards him and cover him.
"Fellow Daoist Feng!" Lu Wenran stood in the void and shouted nervously. He was the first to notice the change in Feng Qingyang. In fact, as early as the moment the change began, he found that the other party was standing on the platform, as if he had lost his soul.
"It's okay!" Feng Qingyang waved his hand, looked back at the nervous Lu Wenran, took a deep breath, and then walked back to the big drum on the platform step by step from the place where the drum was shaken. The Sima brothers also looked at him with some confusion.
As for the old man who was against Lu Wenran, his eyes were slightly narrowed with a faint light flickering in them. He looked at Feng Qingyang deeply, as if trying to see a clue.
"This kid is so arrogant. Even if he has achieved unprecedented results, the steel is easily broken... I want to see what tricks you can come up with."
Lu Wenran watched Feng Qingyang turn around, his heart pounding. He saw a special meaning hidden in the other person's eyes when he turned back, especially the cold light that flashed in them at that moment, which clearly carried a kind of anger and tension.
It was obvious that he was nervous!
He wanted to say something, but finally held back and didn't say it. He took a breath carefully, stood aside in silence, and glared at the unkind old man.
Feng Qingyang fixed his gaze on the drum surface, and he seemed to vaguely feel a faint summoning force from it, which was clearly transmitted from the drum surface. The deeper he looked, the stronger the feeling became, even to the point of violentness.
"The Demon Emperor is indeed not dead. This summons, the initial anger, and the aura that makes me afraid, are obviously coming from him." Feng Qingyang clenched his fists and used strength unconsciously. That aura made him feel the threat to his life.
Just like the Demon Emperor's palm that appeared at the beginning, it carried a strong threatening aura, making him feel like an ant in an instant.
"But I want to obtain the blessing of the God Emperor here. There is no right or wrong. I will do whatever it takes to get what I need, even if it will threaten you."
Feng Qingyang clenched his fists, and I clenched them even tighter. He raised his head and took a deep look at the golden shadow of the God Emperor condensed in the sky. Although it has become gloomy now, the huge aura of blessing condensed in it still makes him feel beneficial.
If you want to get more blessings, you can only keep punching.
After a moment's silence, a flash of madness passed through Feng Qingyang's mind, and he raised his hand and threw another punch.
Boom!
The huge force was fed back to all directions, and the moment it appeared, the smugness and coldness of the world became more obvious, while the condensed golden body of the God Emperor looked extraordinarily terrifying.
It is like a pill containing poison, which can enhance one's own strength but also cause side effects to the body. If you want to get it, you have to bear the side effects it brings.
"I have seen Demon Emperors before, not to mention you, a Half-Step Demon Emperor who has been suppressed for who knows how many years. Do you really think you can repel me?"
Feng Qingyang was full of domineering aura, with his hair fluttering in the air, emitting dazzling light. Every strand of hair moved with the wind, carrying with it a vigorous spirit.
The visible recoil force formed a huge ghost face, which fell from the sky and then landed deeply on him. The moment it appeared, everyone below felt a threat of death. Even Lu Wenran and the Sima brothers, who were mid-stage God Kings, had their faces changed drastically.
After the ghost face appeared, it went straight towards Feng Qingyang. With a loud bang, it was unstoppable and unprecedented. The moment it appeared, it shocked the entire audience.
"bring it on!"
Feng Qingyang looked up, raised his hands, and in an instant his long gown shattered to pieces, revealing the strong muscles in his upper body. The blood and flesh were flowing, crystal clear, and the deep smoothness revealed a feeling of great perfection.
Just at the first glance, one will feel deeply shocked. The perfection of this body has almost reached the extreme, so much so that when tens of thousands of ancient gods below saw it, they were a little bit unbelievable. He is obviously not a physical cultivator, but possesses a body that is stronger than that of a physical cultivator. He is simply a peerless monster.
He stood between heaven and earth like a mountain. No matter how the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart, he would sit there as steady as a rock, without any expression on his face, not even blinking his brows.
The illusory ghost mask collapsed after it came into contact with his body, and then turned into thousands of black auras that suddenly rushed into his body.
After entering, billions of black auras transformed into countless demons, tearing apart his soul and flesh as much as they could, as if they wanted to destroy him in an instant. They were domineering and terrifying, with a determination to die.