As soon as these words were spoken, the world before his eyes suddenly shattered, and at the moment of shattering, an endless and huge divine power swept towards Feng Qingyang like an overwhelming force.
In an instant it was completely covered, deeply wrapped in it. Feng Qingyang looked solemn. He was not afraid at all of the Shinto aura that appeared at this time. Instead, he opened his mind and began to absorb it in large quantities, using his cultivation to digest it like a whale swallowing.
The richness of this divine aura can be said to be of the highest quality, unprecedented in history. Even the Jiuli Imperial City, which is full of luck, is far behind it. Feng Qingyang has a feeling that if he continues to practice here for a long time, it won't take long before he will begin to break through and directly enter the realm of reincarnation from the realm of extinction. Moreover, once he breaks through, he will directly enter the late high-level reincarnation realm.
It's just a pity that if this is the case, he will lose the qualification to obtain the Shinto inheritance, which will leave some imperfections on his body. If he can both practice and obtain the Shinto inheritance, then Feng Qingyang will have a great chance of breaking through his own shackles in a very short period of time, and then making a complete breakthrough and benefiting greatly.
"The breakthrough will come in one fell swoop. As long as I obtain the inheritance of Daozu, I will be able to completely transform and step into the top existence in this world in one step!" Feng Qingyang's eyes showed a hint of expectation. At this moment, not only did he think so, but his body was also changing rapidly imperceptibly. The perfect body was beating like active particles under the vibration of this breath, and it was getting stronger rapidly every minute and every second.
This huge Shinto aura was really too vast, but it didn't last long. It didn't take long for it to be completely devoured. The Shinto aura disappeared, and when Feng Qingyang opened his eyes this time, he was already standing on the third floor. The third floor was nine feet high, seemingly extreme but actually vast and boundless, and there was nothing around him, without any shadow. Turning around, he found that the people on the second floor were looking at him in shock.
His own gaze passed over them and focused directly on the first floor. The steps there had completely disappeared and were almost invisible to the naked eye. With the emergence of the virtual world, the strong murderous intent also rose rapidly. It was undeniable that if they could not reach the third floor within the specified time, then - they would all die here.
Suddenly, Feng Qingyang's gaze moved and focused directly on Tuo Boye on the second floor. He was the one who had the biggest change here, and this change was not in his appearance, but in the aura that spread from his body.
The barbaric aura of the Dayu Divine Dynasty was fully exposed at this moment. The wild explosive power made him look even more ferocious. The mace in his hand flashed with a sharp aura, and every flash felt like shattering the void.
Especially the raised spikes on the mace, which were emitting a cold light like Yunyue. Now Tuoboye had completely lost the innocence that he had seen at first. Especially the other party's eyes, which were beginning to become bloodshot. The light that appeared in them made him seem to have undergone a drastic change, so that as long as one took a look at him, one would be deeply attracted by him and unable to look away.
The physical training of the Dayu Divine Dynasty is very difficult. To transform the physical body into a Taoist practice is itself an extremely extreme method of training. This suddenly reminded Feng Qingyang of a unique Chinese martial art on Earth called the Eight Injury Fist.
Every time one becomes stronger, the damage to oneself becomes greater. This is almost completely cumulative. This also makes the will of anyone who practices physical cultivation much stronger than that of ordinary people, because they themselves grow up through constant tempering.
"Only he can be my opponent. Perhaps, only he will have a battle with me in the end." Feng Qingyang murmured in his heart and nodded thoughtfully. Just as he was staring at Tuo Boye, the other party suddenly opened his eyes.
He stood at the front of the second floor, which was the junction with the third floor. There was no one around at this time. If there was anyone, it was only Feng Qingyang who was standing on the third floor and looking at him indifferently.
Buzz…
At this moment, he moved. Tuo Boye, who had been accumulating strength, moved. If he didn't move, it would be fine. But once he moved, it would shake the heavens and the earth, and it would shock the gods and ghosts. He was extremely domineering. He held the mace upside down, and his body turned into ten feet when he stood up. It was like a small mountain, and then he took a step forward, and at the same time, he smashed down with the big stick in his hand.
Boom boom boom! It was neat and tidy, and extremely cool. The void shattered with a sound, and turned into glass fragments like mirrors, flying everywhere. The distance that Feng Qingyang had originally opened up was also shortened by the opponent at this time. At this time, with one step, he followed his footsteps and entered the third level.
Feng Qingyang ignored him, took a deep breath and turned around slowly, his eyes became brighter and brighter, almost dazzling. At this time, when the other party walked up, he turned around and rushed towards the fourth floor at a high speed.
At the same time, after a brief silence, the crowd below suddenly started to talk after seeing Feng Qingyang and Tuo Boye both walked up to the third floor at the same time. They were shocked, astonished, and even scared.
For a moment, many people had the idea of retreating in their hearts, and when this thought appeared, it swept through their bodies at an unstoppable speed, making them begin to feel afraid.
The young man in white who kidnapped Xiao Zhu looked at Feng Qingyang with a gloomy look in his eyes, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes. He hated Feng Qingyang almost to the core. The other party's strength and disdain deeply hurt his proud dignity and soul.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth secretly, flipped his palm and sacrificed a round golden ring, and then threw it into the void. As the halo spread, the rules here were forcibly squeezed apart. Almost at the moment of being squeezed apart, he took a step forward, and then suddenly disappeared. When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the third step that everyone dreamed of.
And just as he stepped forward, the golden ring shattered and turned into fragments that disappeared into the void. This scene fell into the eyes of the young man in white, and a trace of pain obviously flashed across his face.
But people are so strange. The more pain he felt, the more he hated Feng Qingyang, as if all this was caused by him.
Feng Qingyang turned around and gave him a cold look, sneering in his heart. How could he not know what the other person was thinking