As soon as these words were spoken, the light of the great formation suddenly appeared faintly, and almost instantly covered the sky.
Feng Qingyang only felt a flash before his eyes, and when he appeared again, he had already arrived in the imperial capital, the heart of the Jiuli Divine Dynasty.
Countless powerful people of the Divine Dynasty gathered here. The sea of clouds and luck in the sky alone is not comparable to the several major cities. The golden sea of clouds that covers the sky and the sun has countless golden bodies of powerful people sitting on it, receiving the protection and blessings of the Sun of the Divine Emperor.
Feng Qingyang focused his eyes, and when his spiritual sense swept through it, he actually found his golden body, which was a hundred feet tall, wearing golden chain mail, and was called the imperial champion general. When his eyes were focused, a spiritual sense suddenly came from the sea of gas and clouds. When the spiritual sense was completely integrated, he completely understood the reason for this existence.
The golden body here actually contains a trace of his soul, which means that as long as the golden body is built on the sea of clouds and luck in the imperial capital, then as long as the luck is not broken, he will be immortal.
Even if one's body and soul were destroyed on the battlefield, the soul on the sea of clouds would reshape the body, but the level of cultivation would decline. Seeing this, Feng Qingyang's heart was suddenly shaken.
With his level of cultivation, he could only be ranked in the seventh ring among the ten rings of the sea of clouds. In the same ring, there were many golden statues standing. When Feng Qingyang saw one of them, his face suddenly changed.
There was a faint murderous intent flashing across his eyes. Feng Qingyang walked out of the formation under the hammer, stared at the front and murmured: "So it's him, it turns out he is in the Jiuli Divine Dynasty, then Xiaozhu..." Thinking of this, his whole heart began to tumble, he suddenly wanted to roar, to tell Xiaozhu here, he was here, he had fulfilled his oath, he had walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, and broke the myth that the cave world and the Supreme Divine Realm could never be opened.
When he walked towards the Supreme God Realm, this day was destined to come. However, when it came, his heart was filled with joy but also complexity. Why had she not come to find him for so long? Was it for some reason or because of the passage of time that she gradually forgot about him
Shaking his head, Feng Qingyang suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind and once again focused his gaze on the young man on the sea of luck and clouds. His eyes could not block the murderous intent spreading in them, causing the temperature around him to drop almost instantly.
The imperial capital was as stable and prosperous as ever. It was the center of the Divine Dynasty with the Divine Emperor in charge. That was why the outside world was in turmoil while the imperial capital remained unchanged. This was Feng Qingyang's first feeling. After a moment of silence, he gradually walked forward.
His arrival did not attract anyone's attention, as the place was full of powerful beings. Those God-Kings who were rarely seen in the Kingdom of God blossomed everywhere here, like cabbages on the roadside. There were countless Heavenly Gods, and as for the Ancient Gods, they were simply eaten by the naked eye. One could even vaguely see several Half-Step God Lords among them.
"Is this the imperial capital?" Feng Qingyang murmured. While he was thinking, he heard a noisy sound. Not far from the formation was a wide road. At this time, dragon horses came with the clatter of a cart. However, the dragon horse pulling the cart was of the god-level cultivation. This made Feng Qingyang's gaze shrink again.
Three dragon horses carrying a golden chariot came galloping from afar, approaching with angry roars and growls, directly knocking over the monks on the roadside who had no time to dodge. The people behind quickly left, leaving only Feng Qingyang, Lu Wenran and others on the entire earth. They stood there like a crane standing out among chickens, and were particularly eye-catching.
"Who is this person? Why doesn't he leave? Is he looking for death by staying here?" someone asked in a low voice. Countless people around him also had questioning eyes. They knew Feng Qingyang, but they had never seen him in person. Moreover, there were countless powerful people in the center of the imperial capital, so they did not feel as shocked by Feng Qingyang as they did in other places.
"Seeing him coming from the teleportation array, he must be a young man from another place. He was so scared when he saw Longma Yijin! His mere heavenly god cultivation is not enough to take a bite of Longma. Isn't this courting death?"
At this time, Longma was getting closer and closer to him, and the distance between them was shortened with almost every breath. The powerful aura was overwhelming. Lu Wenran, Sima Kun and others looked serious. If it were normal, they might choose to leave, but now Feng Qingyang was beside them. Somehow, they felt indifferent in their hearts, as if they would not change even if the sky fell.
Closer! Closer! Feng Qingyang clearly saw the appearance of the dragon horse, with a dragon's head and a golden figure of a Pegasus. The aura of the gods was undoubtedly spreading. To be able to ride such a carriage, its identity must be extraordinary. Moreover, in the imperial capital, it was so rampant and overbearing. Apart from the son of the God Emperor, it was the heir of the God Sovereign. Only these two types of people dared to be so arrogant and overbearing.
While he was thinking, a dragon horse came roaring over, its scarlet eyes flashing ferociously, its fang-filled mouth opened, and a fishy smell came to his face. In the eyes of the other party, Feng Qingyang was just an extremely weak ant, a mere scum, and it could be crushed to death with just a hoof.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and immediately the black power of curse began to circulate in his body. The dark energy spread outward from his body, and soon formed a set of glittering armor on his body. As the armor condensed, he gently flipped his right hand, and a phantom spear suddenly appeared. Almost in an instant, Feng Qingyang grabbed it and suddenly raised it forward, rushing towards the oncoming dragon horse chariot.
"What is he going to do?"
"He wants to fight Ryoma?"
"He's crazy, really crazy. He dares to do this with only the cultivation level of a god. Is he a fool?"
The dragon horses also showed a mocking look, although they were only divine beasts that pulled carts, their identities were extremely precious and extraordinary. They usually ate precious treasures and had special powerful people to serve them. They were arrogant and looked down on everything. At this moment, seeing Feng Qingyang attacking them, they felt that their face was severely trampled on. A small divine reptile should be dancing and playing with guns in front of them. If they didn't crush it to death, where would their face be
For a moment, the dragon horse on the mountain was shining brightly, and the mighty dragon appeared, covering the sky and the earth. It instantly turned into the pressure of the God King and pressed straight towards Feng Qingyang.
At the moment when everyone thought Feng Qingyang was about to die, something strange happened. The spear that was shot out twisted and swayed in the void, like a ferocious dragon, with its sharpness and violence breaking through the air, and in an instant it rushed into the halo cast by Longma.
With an unstoppable momentum, he pierced through the middle end. At the moment of piercing through, Feng Qingyang pinched a seal with one hand, pointed forward, and whispered: "Explode!"