It was like a falling star, and the brilliant light illuminated the sky.
Holding the little tail, looking at the extreme beauty and the flowing lights, Feng Qingyang sighed secretly, thinking how nice it would be if he was with a woman to enjoy this beautiful scenery.
The thought was fleeting, and then turned into indifference. His blood was boiling, his fighting spirit was rising, stirring up the clouds in the sky, and as he soared into the sky, a huge phantom of the Qilin suddenly appeared.
He stood high on the head of the phantom of Qiong Zun, his eyes looking into the distance like lightning, holding a silver-white bow, and surrounded by the afterimage of the Moon Essence Wheel, like a demon god descending to the earth, domineering and boundless.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... The stream of light was approaching, surrounding him tightly. There was powerful energy from all directions, locking him down one by one. With such a formation, he could not fly away even if he had wings.
The magic bag can no longer be used. If he wants to escape, he can only fight hard and break through by force. If he fails, he will die.
"No matter life or death, my life is under my own control!" Feng Qingyang murmured, his long hair flying. He still maintained his human figure, as if telling himself that he could kill them all in this form alone.
There were at least dozens of people in the crowd, and there were two saints floating in the sky. There was no need to guess, just based on the aura they exuded, one could guess that only the saints could be so calm.
Looking at the crowd around him, Feng Qingyang shook the head at his waist and said with a smile: "You will be one of them!" Then he tied it around his waist.
"Arrogant..."
"How dare you... Today we will kill this devil of yours in one fell swoop!"
After saying this, under the orders of the two saints in the back, all kinds of magic weapons were immediately used. There were big sticks, flying swords, and strange magic weapons appeared one after another, flying in the sky and emitting bursts of pressure.
"Demon?" Feng Qingyang lowered his head, a strand of his long hair fluttered across his weird pupils. Since you all call me a demon, I might as well be a demon for once. He raised his head, and the weirdness in his eyes turned into despair, but it was not his despair, but the despair he felt when he looked at the person opposite him.
He bent his bow and drew his arrow, and a powerful aura burst out. The shadow of Qi Zun, which had been lying dormant on the ground, stood up at this moment. Its body, which was a hundred feet tall, was like a moving mountain.
In the dim sky, the scales all over his body sparkled, as if this was not an illusion, but a real entity, with every strand of his thick and solid mane standing upright.
Feng Qingyang raised his hand and pointed forward. The shadow of the Qiongzun roared, and the clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed layer by layer. A dazzling light shone down from the void, and the afterglow passed by, dyeing Feng Qingyang's face golden.
Countless essences surged in, but in this world, there was no spiritual energy, only wild energy and thick death energy. The moment these two auras converged on the Yueshang Bow.
Feng Qingyang's heart was beating fast. At this moment, he seemed to be in a misty sea and felt that he was the wild beast fish that was about to transform.
Countless dead air gathered together and were even about to turn into liquid. He used his surging magic power to wrap it up, raised his arm, and immediately aimed at a great wizard hundreds of feet away.
With his Qi locked, he grinned and thought that these were simply living targets, perfect for him to practice archery. Thinking of this, his fingers suddenly loosened.
An arrow of light gathered by the death energy suddenly flew out, and under the roar of the virtual image of the Qilin Lord, it was released along with the power of sound waves.
The light arrow was not fast. It suddenly changed in mid-air and turned into a thick white dragon. It roared, twisted its body, opened its bloody mouth, and pounced on one of the men.
The overwhelming murderous intent and endless deathly aura made the white dragon transformed from the light arrow become a messenger of souls. Wherever it passed, all life on the earth withered and died in an instant.
“Ah…” A scream was heard. The great witch had no chance to resist. The aftermath was enough to destroy his soul and he completely disappeared in the air.
"Kill him!" Feng Qingyang said to himself, as if he was talking to himself, or to something around him.
At this moment, his eyes turned blood red again. He put away the Yueshang Bow and Yuejing Wheel, and turned into a ray of black light. At this moment, countless magical weapons bombarded him.
"Come on." He roared, clenching his fists. Wherever he passed, there was a roar, and the violent power spread visibly.
The earth was shaking. Those magic weapons bombarded him, making crisp clanging sounds, but they could not do anything to him. Under the terrified gaze of everyone, Feng Qingyang swung his fists and smashed around.
"Flying sword? I think you are an embroidery needle." He grasped a flying sword shining with golden light in both hands and broke it with just a slight force.
He opened and closed his arms, dancing wildly in the air like a mad demon. Countless magical weapons surrounded him in the center, exuding murderous intent.
The explosion of more than two million pounds of power was as powerful as thunder. With one punch, even the void was caused to ripple.
"Hum" "Boom..." Various wails and screams were heard. He was like a humanoid monster, waving his fists in the air. Although there was no pattern, every punch caused space to vibrate.
The beating was so terrifying that it made people's soul tremble.
In just a quarter of an hour, he had smashed or blew up all the magical weapons in the air. Looking at the crowd in the distance, he smiled, his two fangs flashed, and he immediately rushed into the crowd.
At this moment, it was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, opening its sharp claws and teeth, and tearing anyone to pieces alive at random.
Blood was gushing out, and scraps of flesh were everywhere. The strong smell of blood spread between heaven and earth, mixed with the previous roasting smell, making people feel panicky.
At this moment, he suppressed countless people with just his momentum. He charged into the crowd. No one dared to confront him, and some were even unable to avoid him. Once they were caught by him, no one would survive.
Just when he was getting excited about killing, the two saints in the sky suddenly became furious. They clasped their hands together and a surge of wild energy came out.
The sky roared. Two huge mountain projections appeared out of nowhere, and a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky. With a loud bang, Feng Qingyang was severely suppressed from the sky.
The two of them were emitting light, and the aura of the wilderness appeared, as if it was a favor to them. They were blessed by nature, and they were the sons of destiny.
The image of heaven descending made it look extraordinary and majestic. It was indeed true that the Son of God was extraordinary. Various trumpet sounds rang out in the bright void.
That was the blessing from the Great Wizard Heaven and Earth to them, playing a crazy war song for them! With unique advantages from heaven, they are invincible!
The two huge mountains clanged down as if they had taken root in the ground, and the original projection changed rapidly, as if a real mountain had arrived.
"The art of moving mountains!" Then, the two of them shouted again, and they responded to each other. As they made hand gestures, countless rays of light flew out, and the mountain below became more and more solid.
"I will suppress you alive here today!"