Boom! A palm composed of five colors condensed in the air in an instant.
Each finger corresponds to an attribute: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. Five auras emerge in the air, and the tremendous pressure makes the ground tremble.
Feng Qingyang's neck shrank and his body bent slightly, like a cooked shrimp, but more like a big bow of a full moon. His body trembled, and he took a few steps back again with a whistling sound.
At the moment he pushed open, the five-colored giant palm slapped down, the void trembled, and a crack appeared instantly, actually shattering the void. If he had been a moment slower, then what was shattered would not be the void.
Feng Qingyang was sweating profusely, but he was wrapped in black armor so it couldn't be seen. His blood-red eyes were shining like a pair of small lanterns in the dim sky.
The tail behind him shook unconsciously, creating sparks as it rubbed against the ground. His eyes did not blink, as if frozen in the moment when his palm struck.
The void was broken, and looking at his previous position, there was still a heart-pounding aura lingering.
After a long time, he finally came back to his senses, and the broken void was repaired in an instant, as if what happened before was just an illusion.
"The five elements are mutually generated and restrained. This place has five-colored grids, but what is the sixth color white?" Unconsciously, he fell into deep thought again.
However, while he was deep in thought, a shocking roar came from the distant light. At the same time, the earth trembled and a bright light suddenly shot up into the sky.
The roar interrupted Feng Qingyang's meditation. He looked up, but his pupils shrank again in an instant. At this moment, his heart seemed to stop beating.
In the void ahead, there stood a person, wearing a particularly eye-catching red dress, with long fluttering hair. She stood proudly in the void. She had her eyes closed, and her eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if she was about to open them at any time.
**With its feet exposed, it was crystal clear, like a piece of jade, shimmering with light, standing quietly in the void, as if looking at Feng Qingyang from afar.
"Nine...Nine Phoenixes!"
His lips were cracked, his throat was moving, and he finally shouted in a hoarse voice. The woman was none other than Jiuhuang, with whom he had a romantic relationship in the Huoyun Mountains.
He could hear her murmurings faintly in his ears, and he could clearly hear every word she said. She said that what remained in this world was only a remnant soul, but who appeared at this moment
His stopped heart suddenly started beating violently, and his blood was boiling, as if to cater to his mentality. But at this moment, the void roared, and suddenly a crack appeared.
But this hole was not a dark crack in the void, but seemed to have opened up a world.
In the air, an arch gradually formed. Behind the arch, there were the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, revealing a hint of fairy spirit. At the moment the arch was formed, Jiuhuang gently opened her eyelids, but those clear eyes seemed shapeless no matter how you looked at them.
"Nine Phoenixes..."
At that moment, Feng Qingyang felt as if he had been electrocuted and his whole body was shaking. He reached out his hands as if he wanted to hold her in his arms, and countless broken pictures flashed through his mind.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember anything at all. At this moment, he seemed to have his heart hollowed out. Looking at Jiuhuang, she was clearly right in front of him, yet she seemed so close yet so far away.
call…
The wind started to blow, and Jiuhuang flew forward with a dazed look in her eyes. There was an archway, and behind the archway was another world. She stepped in, and from beginning to end, it seemed as if she had never seen Feng Qingyang.
"Nine Phoenixes..."
At this moment, he fell to the ground, his mind was empty, and he seemed to be careless. However, he could clearly hear the sound of his heartbeat in his ears. His voice was hoarse and his throat moved, but he could no longer speak.
That unreasonable feeling once again spread through his nerves. At this moment, Feng Qingyang suddenly felt a sense of decadence, as if there was a world in his heart, but in the end he found that it was nothing but a dream.
He fell to the ground silently, and the armor on his body retreated back into his body like the tide, revealing his handsome face, but that face was no longer lively, but instead had a layer of deathliness.
Little did he know that at the moment his state of mind began to change, the space around him shook violently, and a mist appeared out of nowhere, instantly enveloping him, while the sky at this time was completely hidden in the mist.
The scene in front of Feng Qingyang changed again, and he found himself sitting in a small courtyard. In the courtyard were Li Shan and a pair of naughty children. They looked at Feng Qingyang with their bright eyes, as if they wanted to express something.
However, at that moment, the picture shattered, the sky collapsed, the earth was silent, and all things returned to chaos. In the chaos, the image of the demon god instantly flew up.
He held a red broadsword in his hand, the blade flashing. With a slight shake, the blade energy was everywhere, and the void collapsed instantly, as if it could not withstand his broadsword.
Immediately afterwards, Li Shan and others in front of him opened their eyes blankly, their heads separated, and a red light flew out, but was caught in the hand of the demon statue.
He opened his eyes and looked at Feng Qingyang in the void. The moment they looked at each other, Feng Qingyang felt as if struck by lightning. He felt a buzzing in his head, which was more like a thunderbolt in a clear sky.
He took two steps back in a daze.
His face was pale, and his determination to practice cultivation almost collapsed under that pair of cold pupils. When his eyes moved and looked at the red light in his hands, it was Li Shan, but at this moment he looked hideous and in pain.
He looked at Feng Qingyang in confusion and fear, as if he needed his help. Then, countless red lights flew up from all around, some from the Lord of Guiyuan City, some from Xiangnan, some from the captain of the East City Gate, and some from the Unbeaten Black Armored Army...
It seemed that at the same time, they were all caught in the hands of the demon statue, and the same thing was that their eyes were full of confusion and fear, and they all looked at Feng Qingyang helplessly.
"Who are you!"
He shouted loudly, but as he shouted, the picture suddenly shattered, the image of the devil god disappeared, and everything also returned to nothingness in an instant.
"Is it a hallucination?"
He stood up blankly and looked around. The five-colored grids were still flickering with a hazy light. At the end of the sky and earth in front of him, there was still a faint light, and in that dim light, there was a heart-pounding breath.
Suddenly, his ring flashed, and he took out the Yueshang bow. His eyes became cold, and then it flashed again, and a Yueshang arrow was instantly placed on the bowstring.
"If it's an illusion, let me destroy it with one arrow..."
He calmed his mind, pulled the string in his hand, and instantly poured his energy into the Yueshang Arrow. The void trembled, as if it would be torn apart at this moment. His mind suddenly sank, and he instantly released his fingers that were pulling the string.
“Whoosh!”
The arrow was on the string and shot out in an instant, bringing up a streak of light, cutting through the sky, and disappearing in an instant with a whoosh!