As soon as these words came out, a huge black stream of light transformed by Pangu cut through the void and rushed away. Shrouded in black mist, he showed deep fear in his eyes, and his hands kept making rapid hand gestures.
He raised his right hand and pressed directly towards Feng Qingyang. The roar that erupted directly covered the previous roar, and then an ancient Xuan Dao magic appeared: "The Xuan Dao is ever-changing. When the Xuan Dao comes out, the world changes!" The moment this sentence appeared, immediately, a huge wave of wind and waves erupted on the nine-story altar.
Endless ripples pushed in all directions, and as they reverberated, Pangu's figure appeared and disappeared in it, as if he would disappear at any time. With a whoosh, he quickly closed the distance between him and Feng Qingyang. When he appeared again, the distance between them was less than a few hundred meters, which was almost completely negligible for them.
"You are just a tiny ant, you are only at the peak of the immortal realm. It is simply a dream to set foot here and obtain the inheritance of the Taoist ancestors. Everything you do now is in vain. If you fight me today, you are doomed to be destroyed both physically and spiritually. This is our fate, and it is also the inevitable battle of the four great inheritances! You and I are just taking the lead. Of course, you can no longer see the scene of me competing with other great inheritances in the future." Pangu's voice was as cold as ten thousand years of ice and fell directly into Feng Qingyang's ears.
Feng Qingyang remained silent, but his eyes flashed. The other party burst out with a cultivation level comparable to Xuan Jun, and he really couldn't resist. If it were under normal circumstances, he would have died countless times. But now it was different. It was a feeling that Pangu would definitely not be able to kill him. The source of this feeling was the breath of Taoism inheritance that made him feel so comfortable.
His unyielding will, the aura of daring to defy everything and defy the might of heaven instantly permeated around his body. He raised his hand and took control of the door of time and space again. With the emergence of this will, it seemed to indirectly affect the spirit of time and space within it. Instead of retreating, he advanced, also roaring forward, and collided with Pangu with a roar.
The distance was filled by two people who were getting closer and closer. It was the powerful aura that strangled the sky and the earth, causing them to collapse piece by piece. At this time, they were getting closer and closer, and the short few hundred meters were almost gone in the blink of an eye.
"Immortal magic - the art of great reincarnation!" Feng Qingyang clasped his hands together and performed immortal magic, but the power at work was mainly from the bloodline of the Corpse King, driving the circulation of immortal power, causing the unique eight-colored halo of immortal power he spread to have a faint purple-gold edge, which was extremely terrifying and powerful to the point of being invincible.
All this happened too fast. It seemed slow, but in fact it was extremely fast, which made Pangu, who was rushing from a distance, slightly stunned. His pupils shrank sharply after the magic appeared. At this moment, the two of them collided with each other with a loud bang.
The immortal method and Pangu's mysterious method were intertwined. The moment they approached each other, Feng Qingyang vomited blood. Under the stranglehold of this powerful force, his body was suddenly split diagonally and split into two. The sky was stained with blood, and it was shocking to look at it at a glance.
However, even though he was severely injured and nearly died, Feng Qingyang's expression did not change at all. In order to confirm his inner thoughts, he stood in place and took a deep breath, feeling the warm breath coming from the Taoist inheritance. This breath made his spirit suddenly shaken, and then his severely injured body immediately began to recover quickly as if he had taken a tonic pill.
"You can't kill me!" Feng Qingyang laughed wildly. While he was talking nonsense, his body recovered to its original state at this moment. He didn't feel any injury at all. As he finished speaking, the black halo that pierced Feng Qingyang returned to Pangu silently in an instant. The eyes of the several bronze statues that were rotating upwards were all wide open, emitting a bloodthirsty light.
The rules seemed to be reversed and changed in an instant. Pangu was shocked. He seemed to have guessed a fact that he was unwilling to face. The breath inherited from the Taoist was clearly beginning to contact Feng Qingyang infinitely. It seemed that all this was prepared just for him.
He immediately let out an unwilling roar, and his body speed increased dramatically again. His aura, which was infinitely close to Xuan Jun's, exploded again, and then he went straight to Feng Qingyang.
The speed was so fast, like lightning and flint. As he continued to get closer, the void was filled with rumbling sounds, like ripples. Every movement would shake the heaven and earth, and at this moment, an earth-shaking roar was heard. The sky was covered with countless cracks that were visible to the naked eye, making one's soul tremble.
As the world collapsed and was filled with dim light, Feng Qingyang was suddenly under tremendous pressure. His newly recovered body kept making piercing roars under this pressure. It was the disorder of his flesh and bones, and the pressure that was making his body about to collapse.
He fixed his eyes on Pangu, who was wrapped in a halo, and grinned, "The inheritance of the Dao Ancestor is not something you can get involved in. The inheritance of the four great ancestral realms is destiny. Do you understand?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the heaven and earth roared, and several bolts of thunder instantly descended from the sky. In the strange purple-red light, billions of undead souls were roaring, as if they were shouting for Feng Qingyang's words.
As the words come true, the rules of the nine-story altar began to change again after they changed. Feng Qingyang took a step forward, completely ignoring Xuanjun's pressure, and roared as he faced him head-on.
He clasped his hands together, and the Corpse King's bloodline controlled the immortal power and began to run wildly. At this moment, he transformed into his original form, controlling Haoyang with his left hand and Xuyue with his right hand.
Just like the realm of reincarnation and death, the two great worlds descended upon heaven and earth under the performance of this immortal method. They evolved to the extreme and were lifelike. There were immortals running rampant inside them. The powerful immortal power spread in all directions, suppressing the heaven and earth and punishing all the ways. All the heavens and worlds were nothing but things in his hands.
"That's all I can say. If you leave now, I can still spare your life..." Feng Qingyang said suddenly.
The cultivation level of the Destruction Realm shook the great Xuanjun. This scene seemed like a legend. The battle across the great realms was something that only the monstrous geniuses were qualified to have. Such people, if they did not perish, would surely become the ultimate overlords who would aspire to be the king in the future.
"Arrogant!" Pangu's voice became distorted. In fact, he was no longer his original self. Instead, he stimulated the power of Xuanjun lurking in his body. It was like another person's sealed consciousness gradually awakening. When he found that he was about to be suppressed again, he instantly erupted with the peak power of his era.