Feng Qingyang was in high spirits and completely ignored the wounds on his body.
Rushing forward, his expression excited, he raised his big hand and pressed towards the void.
There was a loud bang, and a big finger suddenly appeared in the void. It stood in the air, as if suppressing the sky. The powerful force of suppression even overwhelmed the seal that was evolved from supernatural powers in the beginning!
A muffled groan was heard, and King Zhou's body shook. He could have dodged it, but as an emperor, he had his own supreme dignity.
The emperor's majesty does not allow him to retreat, and he must not escape even if he dies in battle. This scene in Feng Qingyang's eyes once again aroused his heroic spirit.
Simply, he put away his defense and displayed his invincible body. Even though there was a big hole in his chest, his supreme charm was still not diminished!
"The Conferred God List!"
King Zhou raised the formation diagram in his hand and activated the powerful ceremony. The List of Gods immediately became larger and floated above the square, covering almost the entire Qingqiu Ancient Tombs.
That kind of inexplicable power of rules appeared, although only a trace, but it was enough to subvert Feng Qingyang. The black light hung down from the List of Gods and immediately enveloped the entire battle circle.
In an instant, Feng Qingyang only felt countless big hands appearing outside his body, and each big hand pinched him in the center. That was the meaning of sealing, one of the three super artistic conceptions of sealing!
His pupils shrank. Among the three major artistic conceptions, he had only fully comprehended the artistic conception of suppression from beginning to end, while he had only grasped the basics of the artistic conception of sealing, not to mention the more powerful artistic conception of killing that came later!
"The meaning of seal, if you are strong enough, you can even seal the way of heaven. No wonder you were able to seal immortals and gods in ancient times with the List of Conferred Gods!"
Feng Qingyang spoke loudly, with great pride, and he would not blink an brow even if he was surrounded by enemies, because he was Feng Qingyang, just like King Zhou, who was an extremely domineering and invincible man!
It is said that rigidity is easy to break, but these two have reached the extreme of being rigid. Who said that rigidity is easy to break? It is just that you are not rigid enough!
"I admit that you are very strong. Come on, if you defeat me, you will obtain the endless luck left by the Great Shang. If I kill you, I will seize your body and be reborn, recreating the glory of the Great Shang in this era!"
“Pass on my order, and confer Wen Zhong as the Thunder Lord to help me unify the world and dominate the world!”
He spoke slowly, and at that moment, from the moment he opened his mouth, a special rhythm came out of his mouth, like an aperture, and every word triggered the rules here!
What you say is what you do!
“He has actually realized the state of ‘his words lead to his laws’, and with the help of the Investiture of the Gods, he is commanding the rules of heaven and earth!” Outside the Qingqiu ancient tombs, a group of powerful men were staring at the Investiture of the Gods that covered the sky.
Besides shock in his eyes, there was more respect. He was the representative of the strong, whose words could be followed by laws and who could mobilize the rules of heaven and earth. Originally, people were still guessing the strength of the ancient Shang Dynasty, but now it seemed that the emperor at that time had reached an unattainable super realm when he was young - the Hedao realm!
Even the best among them have transcended the Dao and instead mobilized rules and the Dao. Their words are followed and no one dares to disobey!
"Such a powerful force has perished in the ancient times. What exactly is the great calamity? Is it that the cultivators in the sealed realm are too powerful, or is the great calamity targeting the many creatures in my realm?"
At this moment, they felt bitter in their hearts, and they also sensed something unusual in the battle between the two men, which was the taste of blood. They were afraid that in the near future, the world would be stained with blood.
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After King Zhou finished speaking, Wen Zhong, who was originally defeated by Feng Qingyang, beat the war drum, and a ray of light flew out from his body. That ray of light merged with the List of Gods and instantly turned into a Thunder God!
The long white hair flashed with lightning, and there was no light in the eyes, but it was undeniable that the powerful strength of cultivation had been deeply displayed!
"Thunder Lord, unrivaled and everlasting, Thunder Mountain, suppresses!"
Wen Zhong looked at Feng Qingyang with eyes devoid of any emotion, and recited a desolate and distant sentence. Those were magical powers that had disappeared in the long river of history and had been forgotten by people!
A huge mountain surrounded by thunder fell from the sky. Its width was unknown. In Feng Qingyang's eyes, this mountain seemed boundless and seemed to have covered the heavens.
The thunder on it was even more powerful, as if it was the origin. Seeing this scene reminded him of the moment when he was overcoming the tribulation, and a smile appeared on his face involuntarily!
"Thunder, it's thunder again. The thing I, Feng Qingyang, fear the least is thunder!"
He shouted loudly, and his five fingers transformed into a five-layer sword mountain. He evolved his sharpest cutting force to the extreme and slashed at the void.
It is said that Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things!
This Five-Layer Sword Mountain was also his former magic. After integrating his magical powers, he turned it into a seed and nurtured it in his dantian!
The power of Jianshan not only contains the meaning of suppression that he has comprehended, but also includes his own infinite dominance. I believe that I will not lose, and I will never lose!
The sword mountain flickered, and the five-fold cutting force seemed to tear the void, piercing through the sky and earth, and slammed into the descending thunder flash!
Boom!
It was like the ringing of a huge bell. The power of the sound waves spread across the sky, knocking Feng Qingyang far away. He somersaulted several times in the air before finally stopping.
But at this time, he blocked the falling Thunder Mountain. Under the cutting of the Five-Layer Sword Mountain, countless cracks suddenly appeared on it, and then the brilliance dissipated, and it collapsed with a bang.
However, even if it collapsed, the killing power of thunder and lightning within it did not weaken, but turned into a gathering of countless lightning bolts. Wen Zhong's Dharma body in the void merged into it, evolving into boundless killing once again!
Feng Qingyang snorted coldly. He originally thought that he had defeated it, but unexpectedly, it changed. He activated his magic power, and a black light flashed on his body. He suddenly changed from a human form to a human-beast, covered with ferocious armor. He swung his tail, and the void shook!
He soared into the sky with a whoosh, and swung his tail behind him at the thunder dragon in a magical way. At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, it seemed that a prehistoric beast suddenly swung its tail.
That tail was not just a simple twitch, but contained some kind of domineering power. It hit the weak spot of Thunder Mountain in one hit and shattered it!
"Okay, that's it. We are all from the same lineage of tyrants. Since you have never used a magic weapon, I should not be able to use it!"
Seeing that Feng Qingyang had broken his magic, King Zhou laughed loudly, waved his hand, and took back the List of Gods that covered the sky.
At the same time, the imperial robe on his body disappeared, and was replaced by a set of ancient armor, which was engraved with ancient characters.
Every word was filled with great power. Feng Qingyang looked at them and his pupils shrank suddenly.