"Stop talking nonsense!" Feng Qingyang shouted and slashed forward with both hands. As his palms chopped down, a huge lightsaber suddenly appeared in the void. This sword was like the Milky Way in the sky. The moment it fell, it split the two servants of the Demon King from top to bottom and directly cut them in half.
Feng Qingyang is powerful and invincible. Although Blood Mosquito is invincible in the same realm, he has forgotten that Feng Qingyang seems to be the same, and he is even stronger. His qualifications surpass those of the Son of Myth. Judging from his cultivation level, the Blood Mosquito King is at most a top-level genius.
Although his current cultivation realm is one level higher than Feng Qingyang, what's the use? The God will also be killed by him and can be killed at any time.
This not only enables him to fight across realms, but even when facing the best among them, he can undoubtedly be called the number one, unparalleled and invincible in the world. He has the supreme halo of the younger generation, and Feng Qingyang has begun to interpret an immortal myth.
"No... Impossible, how can you be so strong!" One person was not dead yet. The moment he saw Feng Qingyang waving his hand, he felt that the world was collapsing. At that moment, it seemed that the universe was instantly destroyed. His speed was a bit slower, which allowed him to avoid the fatal bombardment.
Even so, he still suffered incomparable damage. Most of his soul was destroyed, and the remaining trace had not completely dissipated due to jealousy and unwillingness. As a result, he was now wandering between heaven and earth, roaring at Feng Qingyang, because he felt that his death was too unfair, too innocent, and too unclear.
Feng Qingyang was too lazy to explain to him. He just glanced at him indifferently and glared at him. There was a bang. The moment the sound spread, there was a roar that turned into waves and spread, causing the only servant of the Demon Lord who had not yet died to completely dissipate into the void. As powerful as the Demon Lord was, he could not withstand Feng Qingyang's slash and a look, and then he exploded, turning into an endless rain of blood, ghosts crying and wolves howling, and for a moment the evil spirit and murderous aura here were completely filled.
Feng Qingyang stood in the sky, his hand was gradually covered by a halo, and dark purple light streamed from all directions of heaven and earth, crossing the boundaries of time and space and the barriers of the void, and converging through the heavy void. A feeling of vicissitudes, antiquity, strength, and domineering filled every corner of heaven and earth.
He stood there, fierce and domineering, his snow-white figure revealed a kind of persistence and madness, that was self-admiration, but also the feeling of being alone at the top and feeling lonely. Standing in the void, just a glance at him would make one's heart tremble, shocked by the other party's strength and dominance.
In the distance, Blood Mosquito looked at Feng Qingyang in shock and swallowed his saliva subconsciously. He was now devouring the soul essence of Jiuhuang, and the human form outside his body was just an illusory shell. It was simply a pipe dream to want to block Feng Qingyang's attack, which was tantamount to trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm.
"You've gone too far. Today I must kill you." Blood Mosquito looked deeply at Feng Qingyang, the murderous intent in his eyes exploded to the extreme. He immediately retracted the famous weapon that filled the Nine Phoenix soul, and his huge body was completely integrated into the human form that was transformed at this time.
"Compared to a real god, you are still too weak. Your cultivation is simply not something you can control now. You are just lucky to have become a royal family in the demon world, or you have a strong father, and you are a traitor." Feng Qingyang shouted in a deep voice.
As he spoke, a golden halo suddenly appeared behind his head. It was round in shape and looked like a sun, wrapping up endless matter. No matter what rules, laws, or will it was, they would be swallowed up by the halo behind his head, or completely absorbed by it and lose their original abilities.
"Impossible, I will kill you!" Xuewen seemed to be stimulated. Feng Qingyang revealed his scar with just one sentence, which made him almost go berserk. His eyes were red. He swung his sleeves, and the sharp weapon turned into a silver-white spear. It was as delicate as hair, but it was particularly strong in the void. It didn't even feel like it was playing. It could easily pierce through the sky and the earth.
Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed. This weapon, which is the mouthpart of the blood mosquito clan, is the most powerful part of their body. This part is not only sharp, but also can melt countless rules. This is why the blood mosquito clan can be invincible in the same realm. Most of them rely on their innate mouthparts. This is also the reason why Feng Qingyang talked about his luck before.
He roared and rushed towards Feng Qingyang. The mouthparts in his hand turned into a hundred feet long and arrived in front of Feng Qingyang in almost an instant. No one could describe that feeling without personal experience. Even Feng Qingyang was so shocked that he stepped back.
But it was too late to retreat now. When he tried to pull himself away, he was still hit on the arm by the long mouthparts and pushed a thousand feet away. Feng Qingyang lowered his eyes and saw that a piece of flesh had fallen off his arm by the light sweep. The wound was covered with a gray substance that looked like a unique substance. Let's call it the secret method of the blood mosquito clan.
He thought about it and wanted to restore it, but at this moment he unexpectedly discovered that it could not be repaired. The gray substance filled the wound, blocking the surge of magic power in his body.
"What on earth is this grey substance? It actually has the ability to conceal something from the world!" Feng Qingyang was shocked. This was the first time he had fought against the real Demon Lord, and he only knew a little about the Demon Lord's abilities.
He could see the grey substance, but he couldn't sense the magic power in his body. It was as if the flesh and blood he lost didn't exist. He was clearly injured, but he couldn't feel it. He was afraid that if he really fell, he would die silently because his body didn't know it was dead.
"My Blood Mosquito Clan will show respect to even the Demon Emperor. Today, I am humiliated by an ant like you. I must kill you and wash away the shame of my Blood Mosquito Clan with blood."
Feng Qingyang did not speak, but still stood there. He first used the power of the divine way to attack the wound, and when he found it was ineffective, he used the power of the immortal way to attack, but the result was still the same.
"Could this power be the same as the power of the Corpse King's bloodline?" A flash of inspiration suddenly occurred to Feng Qingyang's mind, and then he subconsciously activated the power of the Corpse King's bloodline, combining the power of the divine way and the immortal way into one and began to attack.
At that moment, a severe pain came, sweeping across the body in an instant, causing every pore in the body to be filled with severe pain...