"King Zhou, I have waited for you for too long!"
Seeing the man who finally appeared in the world, Feng Qingyang put down the drumstick in his hand, returned to the square and said.
"I... have waited for you for too long!"
Originally, I thought he was also a ghost, but after Feng Qingyang finished speaking, he actually turned his head, looked at him deeply with a pair of clear eyes and spoke.
He looked mighty and majestic, wearing a dragon robe that displayed his supreme elegance, with black hair hanging down to his waist. The eyes that commanded the universe revealed a captivating light!
Feng Qingyang's heart trembled, but he did not feel scared. Instead, he became excited instantly. He had waited too long for this battle, and the foreplay was too long. Finally, the final moment had arrived.
…
call!
At this moment, the square changed. The invisible barrier around it disappeared. At the moment of disappearance, his body that was originally standing outside seemed to have a spirit and came to his side in an instant.
Feng Qingyang didn't think twice and took a deep look at King Zhou. His consciousness immediately flew back. It was obvious that all this was done intentionally by King Zhou. Obviously, if he wanted to fight him, he had to show his strongest side. To do this, he had to combine his soul and body into one.
For the emperor who commanded the ancient Shang Dynasty, although he was only a ghost, he had his own pride. Even though he spanned two eras, his arrogance remained undiminished.
He held a golden formation diagram in his hand. It looked like an imperial edict, but in fact it was an extremely powerful magic weapon. In ancient times, it could command the heaven and earth, and confer titles on the major cultivators in the dynasty. This formation diagram was the List of Gods!
The barrier opened, and the endless thick fog that lingered in the Qingqiu Ancient Tombs disappeared, revealing the square. The many powerful people on the periphery immediately saw the changes in it.
But they stretched their necks and looked at it in disbelief.
"What? It was him. This little zombie stole the luck..."
In the crowd, Ancient Emperor Tianxuan murmured, and in addition to horror, there was a hint of bitterness in his eyes. Subconsciously, he always thought that the one who could pose a threat to his prince was Gai Jiuyou, and he never thought it would be Feng Qingyang.
Moreover, at this moment, Gai Jiuyou was tied to the branding machine in an extremely miserable state. As the ancient emperor of the ancient star, he naturally knew what it was. The divine fire on the branding machine was now burning his soul.
"What... I didn't expect that this little zombie would actually reach that place and even face the ghost of King Zhou, the pride of the ancient Shang Dynasty!"
The crowd was so dry-mouthed that they were speechless. There was no denying that if they, as powerful beings, returned to the same era as Feng Qingyang, they would definitely be beaten!
"It's incredible, it's simply a miracle, he can go against the will of heaven to such an extent with his zombie body..."
"Heh... maybe you don't know this yet, but he has not only obtained the luck, but he is also the heir of the Ghost King Sect's son of luck. As long as he obtains the Yama Order from the Ten Yamas, he can mobilize the Feng Shui power of the spirit world, conceal the truth, and change fate without any problem!"
"What!"
Many people looked at the person who was speaking, but saw Ancient Emperor Tianxuan walking out slowly. Here, perhaps because he had lost two great princes, many people present were willing to listen to her.
"Incredible! He is the son of Feng Shui, and now controls the destiny. He has seized two things that are not controlled by the heavens. He is indeed a monster..."
Everyone was whispering, and apart from looking at the center of the square, their eyes were mostly focused on the Ghost King who was looking very proud at the moment.
“Haha… Why are you looking at me? This kid is a freak. I didn’t know he would go in and take away the luck!”
He stroked his beard, a hint of pride flashed across his face, but it was instantly retracted. He wanted to be proud for a while longer, but the cold looks around him made him feel that if he was proud, he would be attacked by everyone in an instant.
…
"King Zhou!"
"Feng Qingyang!"
The two men spoke in unison, and while revealing their names, they began the first wave of competition. The originally broken war drum, at this moment, was restored to its original state!
Nezha, Yang Jian, and the proud and loyal Shang heroes who had fought with him before, all stood under the war drums, holding drumsticks and smashing them down hard!
At this moment, the momentum changed again!
Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The continuous sound of drums could be heard clearly even by many powerful people outside the Qingqiu Ancient Tombs. The silence and sorrow that spanned two eras were finally released at this moment!
The wind blows and the drums sound!
King Zhou was a man of majestic appearance, with a domineering look on his face. He had the aura of a king who commanded the entire universe and was invincible. He was the most domineering of the tyrants.
The same was true for Feng Qingyang, his black hair fluttering in disarray. He had recovered to his peak and at this moment he finally showed his claws and fangs, no longer hiding them.
Even when he had a chaotic battle with several powerful undead spirits before, Feng Qingyang still kept his trump cards. These trump cards, even though he had fought all the way to now, he had never used them easily.
war!
The drumbeat stopped, and at that moment, two streams of light passed through the void and collided with each other in an instant, like a mountain collapsing and a river bursting its banks.
The surging physical strength reverberated in all directions, and the impact force alone was enough to penetrate the Qingqiu Ancient Tombs and appeared clearly in front of the eyes of the major Dao Transformation Realm masters.
"So strong! With this kind of power, even a disciple at the Dao Entry Stage would be blown up by a single punch. He is worthy of being the emperor of the ancient Shang Dynasty! Even if it is an undead, even if only one ten-thousandth of its power remains, it is not something that ordinary people can compare to."
The crowd's hearts were trembling. The two warring parties were both extremely domineering. There was no foreplay. It was just the simplest and most direct crazy collision!
When the light disappeared, two figures appeared at the two ends of the square. There was a big hole on Feng Qingyang's chest, and blood was flowing out. If you look closely, you can find a beating heart inside!
Just one move, one round, and the change penetrated Feng Qingyang's invincible body. It was so powerful that it was hard to imagine.
If the two of them were at the same level of cultivation, I am afraid that King Zhou's power would still exceed the limit of 100 million. A peak Nascent Soul cultivator can reach the limit of 100 million. Is he still a human being
Are all the powerful beings in ancient times so powerful
Feng Qingyang was extremely affectionate and serious at this moment. He did not look at the wounds on his body, as if the one injured was not his son but someone else.
"So strong! His physical strength is far better than mine. Not only that, the aura on his body is so similar to mine, and his level of comprehension is far beyond mine!"
Looking at King Zhou at the end of the square in front of him, Feng Qingyang was trembling all over. It was a special feeling brought about by facing a strong enemy, just like the first time he met Lu Xun, the pride of Taixuan Sect, in the world of cultivation.
"King Zhou! Let's fight and see who is stronger, you or me!"