The two were furious and were deeply shocked by Feng Qingyang's cruelty.
Therefore, when the attack was successful, he burst out with all his strength, like a violent storm, and instantly suppressed him under the mountain.
The "Art of Moving Mountains" is not just a simple projection, but using great magical powers to move the spirit of the mountain here, and then using powerful magic to open the blockade of space and turn the projection into a real mountain.
A mountain as high as a thousand feet descended here, and the sense of desolation became more intense. The light gradually disappeared, and became more and more solid. If it was fully formed, I am afraid it would really be able to suppress Feng Qingyang here.
"The art of moving mountains is accomplished!" The two saints circled the void, spinning beside the mountain. Countless magical powers surged, and their precious appearances were magnificent. Combined with their own wild aura, they seemed incomparably majestic.
This is the Holy Son of the Witch Clan. Only when his cultivation breaks through the Half-Step Golden Elixir can he be qualified to become the Holy Son. Becoming the Holy Son means having countless resources to use for cultivation.
This is true no matter where you are. Whether it is the human race or the demon race, as long as they are demons, they can get resources.
The magical powers of both of them are extremely domineering. When they are practiced to a high level, it is said that they can move a mountain thousands of feet high. If they are to fight against the enemy, they can directly suppress it with a mountain without having to use any force. They are simply invincible.
"Is he dead? Is he finally dead?" The survivors in the crowd began to cheer, praising the great power of the two saints and showing them even more respect.
But at the moment they cheered, the mountain began to tremble violently, a black light burst out from the mountain, the earth shook, and the roaring sound was endless.
A powerful aura leaked out through the cracks. The expressions of the two saints changed and they strengthened their magic power at the same time. Their faces looked a little ferocious, but among the people of the Witch Clan, they were the representatives of the strong.
Boom, boom, boom... The frequency of the shaking was getting faster and faster, as if something was about to break out of it, and the black light that was revealed was becoming stronger and stronger.
Moreover, there was a flash of brilliant light, and suddenly, the shaking mountain stopped abruptly, and a big hole appeared in the mountain instantly, and a humanoid monster covered in black rushed out of it.
His entire body was covered in scales, which were so dark that they seemed to absorb the surrounding light. He had a large tail behind him, which was covered with barbs and spikes.
Just as he rushed out, there was a sudden roar, and the shadow of the Qiongzun in the sky came crashing down. It raised its foot and stepped downwards. There was a click, and layers of air waves dispersed immediately.
Like a sea bursting its dam, the ferocious force almost created a big hole in the sky and earth. The mountain that was about to solidify suddenly exploded under this kick, and countless rocks flew everywhere.
At this moment, the sky and the earth changed color, as if it was the end of the world. The spreading air waves, accompanied by fragments of the mountains, flew rapidly in all directions.
All the people from the Great Witch Clan who occupied the fragments began to wail suddenly, and the originally clear sky suddenly turned dark, as if they were deliberately retreating because of the appearance of the phantom of Hou Zun.
“It came out. It actually came out.”
"Why can't I come out?" The first layer of 'copper skin and iron bones' plus the second layer of 'the right arm of the Hou Zun' made him look like this. He looked ferocious, but it brought him extremely powerful strength.
Feng Qingyang raised his hand in the air, and the Qiong Zun in the void also raised one foot. He stood high on the Qiong Zun's head, like a demon god sitting high above the sky.
With a swing of his fist forward, Huo Zun's right arm exploded in an instant. He disappeared from the spot in an instant, and when he appeared again, he had already arrived in front of one of the Sons of God.
There was a loud bang, and the Holy Son flew a long distance in an instant like a kite with a broken string, and rolled in the air for hundreds of miles before stopping.
Although he didn't die, he was in a miserable state.
"You and I need to join forces. This man is too evil. If we don't defeat him quickly, I'm afraid we will all die here." They looked at each other and nodded.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang didn't care at all, as if he didn't take them seriously. For him, who could be his opponent except the Golden Core Masters when he was at the peak of the late stage of the Wandering Corpse
He rushed forward with his fists raised, and immediately began to tremble together with the two saints.
Boom…
The void was shaking continuously, and three rays of light of different colors were shining in the void. The fight was fierce. Feng Qingyang swung his fist, and every time he hit the Holy Son of the Witch Clan, the sound of breaking bones could be heard.
But he was not having an easy time either. When facing two saints of the same realm, he was in a miserable state. His scales were knocked off by the beatings and dazzling light flashed from time to time.
The surging physical strength was released, making people's mouths dry. Those surviving great wizards looked at the sky blankly, watching the battle between the three strongest men, which was really an eye-opener.
The Great Witch Saint is a fusion of zombies and the will of heaven. Not only is his body strong, but his magic power is also extremely strong. They do not have the weak body of the human race, but have their own extraordinary understanding.
If it weren't for the excessive death energy in this world, in time, they would definitely become the unrivaled super race, suppressing the existence for countless years.
However, they met Feng Qingyang. Since they met him, they were unlucky. They were strong, but Feng Qingyang was stronger than them.
Moreover, he has a human soul and the innate bloodline of the Corpse King, which makes him their natural nemesis. That supreme bloodline has suppressed them at the most fundamental level.
The three men trembled, and struck from the void to the ground, and then from the ground to the void. Wherever they passed, there was a mess. A layer of the ground was turned up, revealing the dense rocks.
The earth that seemed to have been baptized by a strong wind was truly shocking and terrifying. Who could rival such a powerful force
In the same realm, only the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of the Witch Clan can match him, and they can only resist. If they fight alone, they are definitely not his opponent.
Feng Qingyang fought more and more bravely. His body was already covered with blood, which dripped onto the ground along his dark scales. This blood was not from him, but from the two saints.
The fighting went on like this until the earth exploded. The two saints became more and more exhausted, with wounds all over their bodies. One of them even had his arm nearly torn off by Feng Qingyang.
"Divine Fist—" Maybe Feng Qingyang was annoyed and didn't want to tremble with it anymore. After all, he just wanted to use something to measure his own strength.
The moment he got the answer, he suddenly became murderous and no longer hesitated. He locked his eyes on one of the Sons of God, and a powerful pressure swept out. He raised his hand and pressed forward.
The intention of suppression burst out, and such a powerful intention of suppression would even make the Jindan masters pause, let alone the Holy Son who was weaker than the Jindan masters.
The Holy Son had a look of fear in his eyes, and was instantly fixed in the air under the lock of the Unsettled Intention, while Feng Qingyang laughed loudly.
"Ao Jiutian!" He stretched out his fist, and countless rays of light descended from the nine heavens, enveloping him. He was extremely domineering, and with a wave of his fist, it seemed that he had knocked out Qiong Zun. The phantom of Qiong Zun opened his bloody mouth and instantly approached the unfortunate Son of God.
"burst!"
Boom... A deafening sound resounded throughout the heaven and earth, and a generation of Holy Sons fell, beaten to death by Feng Qingyang.