He knew that he was no match for the Demon Emperor's son, but at this moment, especially when the Thunder Demon's Hammer appeared, he vaguely sensed the danger Feng Qingyang was in.
With his loyal character, he would not hesitate to take action even if it meant going through fire and water, even in front of that terrifying existence. He did not mind what Sima Kun said, but was angry that he blocked him.
"If anything happens to the young master, I will kill you!" Lu Wenran's eyes were gloomy. He looked deeply at Feng Qingyang whose sky was completely submerged. His fists were clenched tightly, and veins popped out on his forehead, like a ferocious dragon. Just one look at him could feel the anger in his heart. At this moment, he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"If the young master doesn't show up within a quarter of an hour, I will charge forward without you saying anything." Sima Kun said word by word. When Lu Wenran heard these words, he trembled all over and looked at the two Sima brothers deeply.
In the outside world, the powerful royals who were watching were all worried. To them, Feng Qingyang might have already fallen, so they would be the next to die. When they thought of the horrifying scene of the Demon Emperor's son devouring the heart of the God, they couldn't help but tremble. Their legs were shaking and they were shivering. Their faces turned pale with fear, and the royal aura was gone.
Time passed slowly, a cup of tea, a stick of incense... The time that originally took a blink of an eye became extremely slow at this moment, as if several years had passed. Lu Wenran was nervous, looking at Feng Qingyang's figure that had not yet appeared in the sky, and suddenly a terrible thought arose in his heart.
"Is the young master dead?"
"Impossible. The young master is blessed with extraordinary talent. How could he die here? I don't believe it. I really don't believe it." In panic, his face became paler and paler. This aura of panic not only came from him, but gradually spread in all directions, making his anxiety even more intense.
But just when Lu Wenran made up his mind to enter, there was a loud bang and a deafening roar. The violent sound spread in all directions, which was extremely domineering.
The Thunder Demon's Hammer that shrouded the void suddenly trembled at this moment, and the roaring sound came from the Thunder Demon's Hammer, rumbling and deafening. At this moment, wisps of fairy light appeared.
At this moment, under the suppression of the Thunder Demon's Hammer, in a sea of thunder that was devastating the world, Feng Qingyang was entangled by millions of lightning bolts, countless strands that wrapped around his entire body, like thin hairs binding every particle of his flesh and blood, sealing him completely.
However, under the cover of the Thunder Demon's Hammer and in the coverage of this light, a will against the heavens roared up from within, as if it wanted to break through the heaven and earth, break the blockade of all things, and even use this power to directly make the Thunder Demon's Hammer its own and control it completely.
But what everyone didn't know was that Feng Qingyang's immortal power was surging to such an extent at this moment. It was almost enough to completely control the world. In the roar of the Corpse King's bloodline, it was boiling as long as it existed.
“Is this the so-called son of the Demon Emperor? If your true strength is limited to this, then in my opinion, you are still... too weak.” The sealed Feng Qingyang said suddenly, and then his body suddenly trembled, and immortal light flowed, and it actually broke through the seal and expanded outward in an instant. There was an inexplicable wonderful mark flashing between his brows. In addition to the power of immortals, there was also his original physical body, which instantly grew larger at this time and expanded wildly.
Bai Zhang, in an instant, turned into Bai Zhang Dharmakāya, looking like a giant standing upright. Countless thin silk threads wrapped around his body were stretched straight in this enlarged body, and then became as fragile as a spring that had lost its tension, collapsed with a loud bang, and broke into pieces, floating into the void. At this time, Feng Qingyang had completely turned into the Dharmakāya of the zombie itself.
"It's really too weak. Is this all your strength?" Feng Qingyang looked disdainful. He took a step forward with his hundred-foot-tall body, heading straight for the dark white hand that appeared out of thin air. Then he clenched his fist suddenly, and while looking ahead, he struck out violently, like a huge wave. Overlapping phantoms appeared, and with one punch, he landed directly on the dark white hand.
At the moment he charged forward, a faint shadow appeared from behind him. The shadow's features could not be seen clearly, but one could see that he was wearing a white Taoist robe, like that of a great scholar. Immortal light was flowing around him for a long time. After Feng Qingyang threw a punch, he also raised his hand and punched forward.
At this moment, the roar sounded again, making Feng Qingyang possess the supreme power to kill gods and demons in an instant. With one punch, the immortal light enveloped the four directions, causing the void to twist rapidly, and it actually directly merged with Feng Qingyang's fist shadow, and turned into a terrifying immortal fist that could destroy the world.
The roar echoed in all directions, and almost at this moment, Feng Qingyang's fist landed on the dark white big hand. The moment the two touched, the rumbling sound spread to the surroundings again, causing the big hand to shake violently, and there was an exceptionally crisp shattering sound.
Feng Qingyang's expression did not change, but there was a faint cold light flashing in his eyes. He roared wildly and took a step and punched down directly. The roar was earth-shaking. At this moment, a clang was heard and bones broke. A tiny crack appeared on the white big hand.
"A phantom giant handprint, is it like sealing me, Feng Qingyang? You are so naive." Feng Qingyang shouted, and kept bombarding with his clenched right fist, continuously, like waves hitting one after another.
When the sixth punch landed, the crisp feeling of shattering spread again. From the edge of the crack, it was immediately shattered by Feng Qingyang, and a dark hole appeared. With the appearance of the hole, the whole body was affected.
The entire white hand was instantly covered with cracks, which eventually spread out and directly covered the entire hand. Then, with a loud bang, it completely collapsed between heaven and earth.
After the big hand broke, a strong air wave spread in all directions. If you look down from a high place at this time, you will definitely see how the spreading ripples show how powerful the momentum is converging in all directions, and it directly set off a wave of wind and waves under the backflow. Bursts of piercing and sharp sounds were heard, and the storm swept in all directions. It can be clearly seen that in this white big hand, Feng Qingyang stood with his hands behind his back, his black hair fluttering, and looked up at the sky fearlessly.
Although this big hand is strong, it is obviously unable to do anything to him.