With a gleam in his eyes, he stood up and looked into the void. He clenched his fists together, and the surging power instantly covered his entire body.
One punch, two punches, three punches, countless punches; he kept bombarding the void, and his powerful physical strength was like a river, all gathering together and bursting towards this weak spot.
He was in a miserable state, bleeding profusely, with cracks all over his body. His strong body was struck by his own strength, leaving deep wounds that could be seen to the bone.
Kuankuan stayed, but quickly merged into the void. He didn't know that he now had only one thought in his mind, which was to blast open the membrane of the world and successfully enter the spiritual world.
Every time a punch landed, the great masters of the spiritual world were shaken, and each of them felt as if struck by lightning, but they all endured it with force.
The Nascent Soul and Daoist masters in Mount Putuo looked at the void in surprise. There was no change at all, but there were roars coming from all over, as if some ferocious beast or rare treasure was about to be born.
"Is it that someone from the lower realm is forcefully bombarding the world's membrane, or is some rare treasure about to be born?" At this moment, many powerful people surrounding this place were depressed.
If someone from the lower realms forcibly entered the upper realms, it would not have caused such a big stir, right? After a brief consideration, everyone thought that some rare treasure was about to be born.
"There must be a treasure coming out of the world. Only in this way can it cause strange phenomena in heaven and earth. Otherwise, there is no way there would be such a movement, like the heartbeat of heaven and earth."
In the crowd, a giant Nascent Soul cultivator spoke, but while speaking, he cautiously glanced at the Dao Entry Realm cultivator who was high in the sky.
Many powerful men have gathered here at this moment, and any one of them can easily tear Feng Qingyang to pieces. However, at this moment, these Nascent Soul masters are trembling and looking at the sky vigilantly.
There, there were several powerful masters of Taoism, who were none other than the people from the Ghost King Sect, the Zhentian Imperial Palace, and the Sword Palace Imperial Domain. There were three of them here.
Only they knew that this was not the birth of any rare treasure, but that there were real people bombarding the world's membrane, because they were also powerful people in the realm of Tao, even though they had just entered the realm of Tao.
"Old ghost, there is something strange about this matter. What do you think?" When a roar like beating a drum came from the void, the mighty one of the Zhentian Emperor Palace looked at the mighty ones of the Sword Palace Emperor Domain and the Ghost King Sect and said.
The three of them frowned and looked at the void and the interior of Mount Putuo with complicated feelings. In fact, there were many things inside that they could not know.
Mount Putuo is located in a chaotic place on the cultivation star. It is a teleportation place connecting the lower world of cultivation. It is extremely chaotic, and the space is filled with a strange power. If you use your spiritual sense to forcibly explore it, you will suffer severe backlash.
"At this moment, I'm afraid it's not just as simple as traveling through the world's membrane. In the three thousand cultivation stars, no one has ever been able to come out of them for countless years. Although there have been people who have done this in ancient times, they are not reliable. But right now, this shaking trend seems possible."
The Dao Realm Master from the Ghost King Sect spoke softly, his face trembling slightly. He glanced meaningfully at the Dao Realm Masters on both sides, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
He was a member of the Ghost King Sect, so he naturally knew some news. When he came here, he received an order from the sect's top leaders to bring back the people who came out of Mount Putuo, but now, it might be a bit difficult.
The three of them looked at each other, their eyes flickering with their own light, and they smiled at each other but their hearts were filled with thoughts.
"Hmph, a bunch of cunning and treacherous creatures." The powerful man from the Ghost King Sect snorted coldly and stopped talking. Instead, he silently looked at the rolling hills of Mount Putuo in front of him. He was secretly accumulating strength, waiting for the final change, which was the moment when Feng Qingyang broke through.
At this moment, inside the world's membrane, Feng Qingyang was still bombarding the void fiercely. Every time he did so, there would be a muffled thunderous sound.
The cracks on his body were becoming more and more numerous, almost covering his entire body. Blood was flowing into the void like it was free and all entered the world's membrane.
However, at this time, his range of movement increased again. It was originally only two meters, but now it has spread to twenty meters. The more it expanded, the more he stepped forward.
Blood began to flow, and suddenly, his body shook and he felt weak, as if he was at the end of his strength and ready to collapse at any moment.
In addition to the blood flowing out of the cracks on his body, there was also a faint golden light that was revealed by his golden bones. Although weak, he was still very domineering.
"I can't fall down, I can't, I absolutely can't!" He muttered to himself, took a step forward, and quickly bought forward. It was not until then that he realized that with every step forward, the sticky substance behind him, which was the world membrane, had been recombined.
The intense feeling of squeezing made his whole body feel like it was about to explode. His muscles were shaking like a sieve, and blood was flowing, instantly filling the entire space.
The smell of blood wafted out, mixed with the light of his bones. It seemed so strange within the membrane of this world, but it also revealed something extraordinary.
Throughout the ages, there have been very few monks who have successfully passed through the world's membrane. Even if there are any, they are legendary figures, and their existence is still a mystery.
His two sharp fangs protruded from his lips, shining brightly. Suddenly, a sneer came from his ears. Feng Qingyang was shocked all over. At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
"I am definitely the only one in this space, how come there is one more person?" He muttered to himself and turned around at incredible speed. After turning back, what he saw made his pupils shrink sharply.
A hand, a huge tentacle, seemed to be born in the membrane of the world. It was called a hand, but it looked more like a spider web.
The only difference is that the center is convex, and the five tentacles are swaying and dancing freely in the air. It is so mysterious and yet so weird.
"Have we reached the end? Can we break the membrane of the world as long as we defeat it?" Feng Qingyang murmured, staring straight at the hideous tentacles with a cold expression and murderous intent in his eyes.
At this point, he has become a little crazy. No one can stop him, not even the Lord. Anyone who hinders him will surely die.
He looked at me without showing any sign of weakness and said calmly: "Who are you? If you treat me as a road, do you know what will happen to you?" His tone was calm, but his tone was extremely arrogant and overbearing.
"What is that? I am you. Don't you recognize me? Take a closer look." The waving tentacle looked a little disgusting, but the words spoken were shaking Feng Qingyang's fragile heart.
"He's me? How is that possible? What a joke! But... why does his aura sound so familiar!?"