With one move, Feng Qingyang beat him back to his original form, and the pressure from the Demon Lord naturally disappeared in an instant.
Feng Qingyang's black hair fluttered, his eyes were as sharp as torches, and he looked straight ahead as if he was cutting through the world. With one glance, the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart. The ten great demon elders all exploded and died instantly, without even a scream or a soul left behind, and they completely disappeared into the world.
With the death of the elder, the black pillar of light guarding behind him suddenly cracked, revealing a huge altar that was nine thousand feet high. Demons were dancing wildly, and countless priests were kneeling on the ground, kowtowing around the blood pool in the center. The ancient and strange spell flowed into the void at the moment the light pillar broke, spreading in all directions.
Feng Qingyang jumped up and ran straight towards them with Xiaohuo and Kong Xuan. The moment he lowered his head, his body trembled violently, and his mind was shaken at this moment. At first glance, the visual impact was even stronger than what he had seen with his Heavenly Eye before.
But before he had time to think about it, the powerful being lurking in the blood pool, summoned by the spell and about to awaken, seemed to be about to emerge from it. The blood pool rolled, and a breath that made people's scalps tingle and their hearts tremble continuously emerged from it. In an instant, a huge arm stretched out from it.
When this figure spread, the broken light column was instantly restored to its original state. From the moment it recovered, Feng Qingyang and others were trapped in it. As the light column gathered, the halos on all sides suddenly shook violently. The powerful rules of the magic way suddenly descended, surrounding Feng Qingyang like a trap in a jar, and a powerful strangling force began to condense.
"How can the Supreme Divine Realm allow you to kill people at will?" Feng Qingyang's mind raced, and then he snorted coldly. He made up his mind in an instant, and almost at this moment, he swiped forward with one hand.
The sky shook, and a huge gate of time and space fell from the sky, bringing with it the power of time and space that could change the world. Its power was unstoppable. At the moment when the big hand was about to reach out, Feng Qingyang took the lead in attacking, taking the initiative to strike first.
With the appearance of the Gate of Time and Space, the spell in Feng Qingyang's hand began to change again, and immediately a strange light exploded, causing the power of the Gate of Time and Space to suddenly increase. The gate swallowed and spit out chaotic light, and suddenly it suppressed it fiercely.
The sky and the earth roared, and the powerful pressure once again reversed the rules of the magic here. And with the descent of the gate of time and space, the hundreds of thousands of demon armies kneeling on the ground were all shattered, and the void was filled with endless blood. At the same time, the blood pool exploded, and the big hand that was about to stretch out suddenly trembled, and was retracted as if it was electrocuted.
"Feng Qingyang, I will remember you!" A tall and gloomy voice came from it. No one here could hear it because the voice was only directed at Feng Qingyang. After it appeared, it condensed into a thin silk thread that crossed the void and echoed directly in his mind.
"Emperor Demon? Am I afraid of you?" Feng Qingyang was startled. This voice came from the Emperor Demon who made a bet with him. However, he was a little confused. Wasn't Emperor Demon in Emperor Demon State? How did he return to the Demon Realm? And he had to be summoned to return to the Supreme God Realm.
The light column exploded, the blood pool collapsed, and hundreds of thousands of demon troops were wiped out in Feng Qingyang's sweep, without a single one left. After he finished, he floated in the void, quickly making seals with his hands, and then raised his hand and waved it forward. In an instant, countless emerald green raindrops fell from the sky.
The raindrops contained an extremely rich life essence, which was Feng Qingyang's unique power. Like his initial state, that state originally represented the living dead and the bones. As the raindrops fell, the ancient gods whose cultivation was sealed stood up from the ground one by one, looking at Feng Qingyang with complicated and grateful eyes.
Back then, they had also tried to hunt down Feng Qingyang, but now, only a hundred years had passed, and in that hundred years, things had changed so much, and they had experienced separations and deaths, which made them feel as if they were in a different world. In addition to their gratitude towards Feng Qingyang, the complex regret they felt was even more obvious.
"You don't have to thank me. Now that the Supreme God Realm is in danger, you must go and defend your country. As long as the God Realm is there, the God Kingdom is there. Only when there is a country can there be a home!"
Feng Qingyang turned over and rode on Xiaohuo, stretched out his hand and held the Ninth Princess in his arms. Xiaohuo roared, turned around and flew away, leaving the ancient gods staring at each other in dismay.
"If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have treated you like this." A middle-aged man suddenly walked out of the crowd. If Feng Qingyang were still there, he would have recognized him. This man was the former leader of the Guiyuan Divine Sect. It was rumored that he died when the Suzaku Divine Kingdom was destroyed, but now it seems that he is still alive.
He stood there in a complicated state, staring at the direction where Feng Qingyang left, lost in thought. Not far behind him, a middle-aged man walked out at the same time. He came to the side of the leader of Guiyuan Divine Sect and asked, "Do you regret doing this back then?"
The man who spoke had a resolute face, and even though he almost died, there was no trace of fear on his face. This man was also the leader of the Shinto sect who was rumored to have died.
“It seems that the saying ‘you should look at someone with new eyes after three days’ is really true! I indeed underestimated him that day. If I had had some good fortune with him then, I’m afraid he would have broken through to the peak of the Divine King by now.” The leader of Guiyuan Divine Sect continued.
After these words were spoken, the leader of the Shinto Sect nodded his head and looked around. The broken earth began to slowly recover under the nourishment of the green "rain of life". This kind of power actually contained the power of creation, which made them both unconsciously think of the Green Lotus of Creation on Feng Qingyang's body.
Some people are destined to become geniuses from the moment they are born. They may experience countless pains and tribulations, but they will eventually release their own light.
The peerless genius, the unrivaled genius, the son of myth, Feng Qingyang's qualifications surpass those of the son of myth. One can imagine how extraordinary his talents are. Perhaps only he himself knows his own background and qualifications
"Guiyuan, I'm going to the Jiuli Divine Dynasty. Do you want to go with me?" asked the leader of the Shinto Sect. He also stared at the direction in the distance where Feng Qingyang was standing. From there, there was a path leading to a circular area, but it was also the only way to get to the Jiuli Divine Dynasty.
"Go... Of course I have to go... Why not!" The leader of Guiyuan Divine Sect replied. The two looked at each other, and a bright light flashed from them, shining like a pop art.
As soon as these words came out, the two of them suddenly turned into streams of light and disappeared into the sky, rushing towards Feng Qingyang. From the looks of them, it seemed that they wanted to follow his footsteps closely!