Screams and uproars echoed throughout the void and resounded throughout the earth.
When he finished speaking, Feng Qingyang himself began to change, and was surprisingly covered with layers of dense scales, even though he was wearing a long gown.
But the momentum that erupted from his body and the sudden appearance of the strange vision of the Qilin Lord made the heaven and earth pale in comparison. Endless pressure rolled in, causing the golden finger in the sky to tremble instantly.
He raised his head and looked at the golden clouds that kept rolling. Perhaps it was the existence of that finger that gave it spirituality. Every time it rolled, it would absorb spiritual energy from all directions and constantly strengthen itself.
"The incarnation of the Lord of Qi!"
"No, this is not an incarnation. Instead, after he has reached a certain level of cultivation, he has transformed the virtual into the real, from nothing to something. He is the Qiong Zun, and Qiong Zun is him. It's just that he is the reborn young Qiong Zun."
Jiuqiu looked at the image projected by the big drum, his mouth dry. He licked his lips with his tongue and thought it was interesting, but the people behind him did not think so.
Most of them saw Feng Qingyang transform into such a strange vision for the first time. Their faces were pale, and their eyes were filled with shock and horror, as if they were dazed.
The perfect lines, the upright posture, the body that is as tall as ten thousand feet, and the head that seems to never understand the underground, the rebellious spirit it exudes, are so shocking.
There was an uproar in all directions, but Lei Ling alone had a complicated expression. She felt lucky for it, but also felt helpless in her heart. She shifted her gaze and looked at Chunyang on the side.
He also had a complicated expression, and clenched his fists, wanting to attack immediately, but under the suppression of the fingers in the air, he didn't dare to have any thoughts at all.
The feeling of watching the enemy becoming more and more powerful is extremely painful, and Chunyang at this moment is silently enduring this torment and torture.
This time in the City of Sin, Feng Qingyang has attracted everyone's attention. Even if they are not from the ancient star Mars, everyone in the City of Sin will know about it.
And what they know is to inform the world that when he successfully crosses over, he will be one of the few people in the Nine Heavens Palace of the City of Sin.
No matter where he goes, he will be a dominant presence. No matter who he is, they will give him some courtesy. Even the headmaster or lord of some super sects will show him courtesy.
His existence was destined to shame thousands of geniuses, and even more so to shock the three thousand cultivators in the spiritual world, those who either had murderous intentions towards him or were planning to cause trouble for him.
Compared to the ancient star Mars, the cultivation star where the Holy Prince is at this moment is undoubtedly more lively.
The Qian family lost a great man and began to retreat from their sphere of influence, while the Wang family pressed on step by step, threatening to lead their cavalry to attack in a month, and to crush them to pieces if Qian Duoduo was not married off quickly.
But this was just the sound transmission from a few days ago. After Feng Qingyang stepped on the iron chain, the stories that were reported, whether it was him falling into the abyss or the collapse of all the stone pillars wherever he passed, were all the vast things that deeply touched the heartstrings
After the news spread throughout the three thousand cultivation stars in the spiritual world, the Wang family began to hesitate. Not knowing whether it was true or not, they seemed to dare not continue to act rashly. Without mentioning anything else, they only talked about Feng Qingyang's current cultivation level.
He was invincible in the Dao Transformation Realm, and could defeat any opponent. Even a great power in the middle stage of the Dao Transformation Realm could still challenge him. And the power behind him, no matter whether he would enter the City of Sin later, no one could move against him with just the Ghost King Sect!
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Let’s not talk about what happened later, but at this moment, Feng Qingyang had unintentionally bought himself some time. As long as he stepped over the iron chain, entered the City of Sin, found King Chujiang, and got the Ghost King’s Order, he could return to the court.
Thinking of this, the throbbing in his heart became stronger. The appearance of Qiong Zun continued to compress the clouds above to the edge, and below this edge, he moved forward step by step.
Nine steps... Eight steps... Seven steps...
step!
He didn't stop until the last step. At this moment, he was only one step away from the last stone pillar, which was the last section of the third chain.
After one step, the world will be vast and open to him. He will be the center of everyone's attention and become a super being who is superior to others and invincible.
"Whether you are trying to stop me or to learn something from me, you are still a Saint after all."
Having said this, Feng Qingyang waved his sleeves and bowed to the sky. After a hundred steps, Ge Ran took his last step. With the circulation of energy and blood in his body, a red halo instantly appeared behind the ten thousand foot tall Qiong Zun.
This halo stood far away from the golden clouds in the sky, dividing the world into two, like two huge rivers. After losing the central obstruction, they began to constantly collide and merge.
The sea of blood was surging, he was like a demon god descending to the earth, the black scales on his body were shining, making him look extraordinary and domineering. Under the superposition of these Hou Zun, every step he took forward was his most powerful step.
One step, one world; one step, one realm. In these short steps, he seemed to have achieved transcendence and transformation. Under the way of heaven, everything is an ant, but if you have an unwilling heart, then there is a glimmer of hope.
This ray of hope is the iron chain under his feet. No matter whether he moves forward or backward, he must not sway left or right, otherwise he will surely fall.
Just like he is now, on this road, what he is walking on is not just a section of chain, but also his way, his path.
After taking this last step, he paused for a stick of incense. After a stick of incense, he looked up again, looked at his motionless fingers, and began to think.
"Maybe, I can break him to pieces. Maybe, he has recognized my behavior!"
With his mind moved, he formed a seal with one hand, and the aura of magic and supernatural power spread in all directions. After this aura spread in all directions, the golden finger in the void suddenly moved.
Where the fingertips moved was actually pointing at Feng Qingyang. The sky roared like ghosts howling and wolves howling, and it was like the roar of dead souls who could never be reborn in the void.
The golden clouds rolled over, as if an invisible giant hand had split them into two. When the last bit of cloud dissipated, the Finger of the Sky appeared clearly in his eyes.
Golden light, but the funny thing is that he represents the ultimate evil in the world, the giant of the devil, the pillar of the sky.
When the finger came into the world, Feng Qingyang could no longer suppress his raging blood and the magical powers he had already prepared.
The two looked at each other from a distance, but in the end they unleashed their strongest magical powers against each other.
"The art of cause and effect!"
He shouted in a low voice, and the Qilin Zun behind him roared. The unicorn above his head was outlined in the void, and a huge gear appeared by tearing through the void.
Although it was just a corner, one could still feel the powerful aura emanating from it, which was like a crushing force, slowly rolling towards the golden finger below.
"No matter who you are, anyone who stands in my way will be crushed!"
Feng Qingyang stepped forward and took a step forward!