Feng Qingyang's pupils suddenly shrank. The red apple in the man's hand was clearly a heart. And judging from the diffused aura, it was at least the heart of a powerful god.
At the same time, Lu Wenran, who had been recovering from his injuries in the barrier, walked out. His realm was still at the middle stage of God King, but he gave people an ethereal feeling of about to emerge from his cocoon and become a butterfly.
There was a flash of light in the sky, and the two Sima brothers came galloping from the horizon. The vibration here almost shocked the entire Dragon Hidden Land. When they got the news and rushed over, they happened to see Feng Qingyang having a fierce confrontation with the magic bead.
Too horrible, one heart of a god in each mouthful, where did he get the heart from? Or is the meaning of his existence to devour the cultivators of the Supreme God Realm
"Old Lu." Sima Kun's eyes flashed, and he rushed to Lu Wenran's side. At first, he didn't feel anything unexpected, but when he gradually walked towards the other person's body, his heart was shaken with a bang. He stared at Lu Wenran blankly and asked subconsciously: "Are you going to break through?"
Lu Wenran turned around and looked at the two surprised people, smiled faintly, and did not answer him. From his smile, it can be seen that he has obviously reached the edge of surpassing their realm.
“I haven’t made a breakthrough yet, but I know I can break through at any time now.” After hesitating for a moment, Lu Wenran replied, and then he intertwined his hands to make seals. A majestic magical power descended from the sky, and the divine domain enveloped the four directions. Almost at the moment it appeared, it enveloped the figure transformed by the magic bead in the sky.
"Young master, let me help you." As Lu Wenran spoke, he raised his right hand and pointed towards the void. With a whoosh, a conical black gas spire appeared. As it rotated in the void, it exuded a cold and frightening aura.
After he offered this item, his body flashed forward and ran straight towards Feng Qingyang. Feng Qingyang didn't mind Lu Wenran's actions at all. He knew what the other party was thinking. If that was the case, why not help him
"Are you about to break through? Back then, we both stopped at the mid-stage God King realm... Damn it, why did I leave the young master? If I hadn't left, maybe I would have had hope of a breakthrough..." Sima Kun showed regret on his face, shook his head, and looked in the direction where Feng Qingyang was standing with some envy.
Isn't it a kind of proof for Lv Wenran that he can go up at this time? Ever since he decided to follow Feng Qingyang, he has been eager to have the opportunity to fight side by side with him, but watching the other party's rapid breakthrough in cultivation, Lv Wenran only felt that the opportunity he longed for was gradually turning into an unattainable dream, but now, the dream seemed to be infinitely close. Although he knew that the other party would soon reach a further realm, at least he did it now.
It was only because he could see the hope of a breakthrough from Feng Qingyang. It was an indescribable feeling. Fighting was unpredictable. He would never deny how many people he had killed, but that kind of killing would not make him feel a breakthrough. But now it appeared. Since it appeared once, there would be a second time. Maybe he would be able to impact the God in the future. When he thought of this, he felt that his whole body was burning, his blood was boiling and surging.
Feng Qingyang stood in the sky, and around him were hundreds of gods from the royal family. Everyone's eyes swept over him, and then all focused on Feng Qingyang.
His clothes are whiter than snow, and his eyes are as deep as a whirlpool, and there are faint bloodshot in the whirlpool, which is a kind of fearless madness. The bloodshot represents his thoughts and his will, and neither the heaven nor the earth can shatter it. It can only become a more powerful whetstone for him.
As the sky gradually darkened, the figure transformed by the magic bead became completely solid. He was a very strange and handsome young man. There was a black dragon surrounding his black Taoist robe. The ferocious dragon's mouth swallowed and spit out the dragon bead, releasing a captivating glow.
Feng Qingyang took a step forward and suddenly dodged to the side. At the moment he dodged, a black hole the size of a finger appeared in the square where he was originally standing.
If you look more closely, you will find a small black snake with a single horn hovering in the void. However, when Feng Qingyang dodged, the small snake mysteriously returned to the shoulder of the handsome young man in the black dragon robe, lying there quietly, without any sign of life, like a dead object.
His body looked like a dead object, but his pair of bean-sized eyes were glowing with vigilance. Anyone who looked into his eyes could feel a murderous aura from them.
The people around were looking at it in surprise. They didn't know the origin of it, and they didn't know who appeared at this time. Only Feng Qingyang knew that the appearance of all this was not accidental. If he had doubted it at the beginning, but now he completely understood that the reason why this thing appeared was all because of him, the son of the devil who came to target him.
Just as he was thinking about it, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he made an incredible twisting movement in the air at an extremely fast speed. After listening to it, he suddenly turned back and happened to see the figure of the little snake appear.
A black hole appeared again where he was standing. This happened so quickly, in a flash, that others could not notice it at all. Even he himself could only see a faint afterimage in the void with his abnormal eyesight.
It was too fast, like lightning, or even faster than lightning.
The man in black robe walked towards Feng Qingyang step by step with a smile on his face. Wherever he passed, the void fluctuated and was shrouded in a layer of black aura.
His aura was very conspicuous, especially the aura on him. This aura was not overbearing, but rather carried with it an extreme level of cruelty and evil.
Feng Qingyang looked at him deeply, and then focused his eyes on the small snake on his shoulder. He thought to himself, "This thing is definitely not ordinary. I don't know what it is made of, but it has the ability to directly devour the void. If I am touched by it, I am afraid that my body will be seriously injured."
As the opponent approached step by step, the void around Feng Qingyang was suddenly suppressed to the extreme. It was an extremely violent aura, isolating from the divine way and showing an attitude of supremacy.
"I've always wanted to see who you are. Anyone who can induce my father to take action must have something extraordinary. Now it seems that you are indeed qualified to be my opponent." This was the first sentence the man said to Feng Qingyang after he appeared.
"Young Master, he is from the Demon Realm and is the offspring of the Demon Emperor." Lu Wenran's face changed drastically.