With just a touch of his fingertips, he was able to directly shake the foundation of the power of the curse.
Within the soul, the power of the curse, which was attacked from both sides by the Soul Devouring Force and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, suddenly changed and distorted, and an old man in linen clothes appeared within.
His illusory figure kept staring under the double attack, and finally broke away from the power of the curse. He took a step forward and came directly to the depths of Feng Qingyang's sea of consciousness, with a grim face and murderous intent.
Boom! Just after he broke away, the power of the curse could no longer hold on. Under the impact of the Soul Devourer, it was covered with cracks, like a spider web, gradually increasing in number until it slowly collapsed.
"How sweet! How come these souls are so pure?"
At the same time, Feng Qingyang also regained control of his body. Under normal circumstances, he should have felt pain when his consciousness returned to his body, but he felt joy instead.
It's not that he didn't know that there was another person's consciousness deep in his sea of consciousness, but the soul that poured into his spirit at this moment was rapidly transformed under the devouring of the Soul Devourer, turning into wisps of pure magic power to repair his body.
Without the resistance of the power of the curse, how could these alone prevent the existence of the Soul Devourer? It was almost a one-sided trend, devouring the soul in the body completely.
Outsiders could not feel the change, but the owners of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Gouhun and Goujian, were shocked. They looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes.
"How is it possible? He is devouring thousands of souls. Isn't he afraid that too many souls will cause his consciousness to collapse?" Gouhun was frightened, and Goujian was shaking all over.
Thousands of souls entering the body, even they dare not do so. Even if they have strong willpower and force them to merge, after the fusion, they will have the memories of others and will not be able to distinguish themselves.
However, they overlooked one point. Ordinary people would certainly not dare to do this, but Feng Qingyang had the Soul Devourer. After his soul merged with the Soul Devourer, it became extremely powerful, and the transition between refining was also exceptionally fast.
"Damn, how did he do it?" Gouhun frowned, his face changing from gloomy to bright. He looked at the figure standing in the sky with both anger and admiration.
"Hurry up and deduce how weak my Ten Thousand Souls Banner is right now!"
Goujian was stunned for a moment, but he understood what he said in a flash. He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped his hands together, and injected a ray of spiritual light into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. His eyes flickered with fire and he began a large-scale scan.
The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is their natal magic weapon and must not be lost. It is with the help of this item that the two of them can gain a foothold in the desolate central area of the Ten Thousand Demons Region. If anything happens to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, not only will their strength be greatly reduced, but more importantly, it will be a question of whether they can continue to practice again.
Half an incense stick passed, and his hands suddenly stopped making gestures. He looked up at the sky with an uncertain expression. He was shocked at first, then angry, and finally helpless. After a long time, he finally put down his hands and gave up the idea of continuing to deduce.
"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is missing one tenth of its souls. If we don't stop, I'm afraid they will all be devoured by him!" Exhaling a breath, Hooked Sickle looked at Gouhun helplessly and said.
The two of them did not communicate via voice, so the people standing on all sides heard it clearly. They were confused at first, but then the Chinese were shocked.
"How can this person be so powerful that he can even devour ten thousand souls?"
“No wonder he is a disciple from the Nine Heavens Palace. It seems that another legend will be born in our City of Sin.”
There are powerful people everywhere. Feng Qingyang has been abnormal for so long that his identity has been exposed long ago. However, this has given him a protective barrier out of thin air, stopping some people with evil intentions in secret.
When the Suzaku Hall Master heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief. In her opinion, since she was able to devour thousands of souls, the magical power in her body should have disappeared long ago.
But if that's the case, then why is he so reluctant to wake up? Thinking of this, his brows furrowed again.
"This person has changed here. I don't think it was intentional. Let's all go."
Goujian spoke quietly, but in the end he helplessly discovered that his voice was like a fly, and no one could hear a word of it even though it was as loud as thunder.
In desperation, he exchanged a glance with Gouhun, and finally put away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. He floated in the air like everyone else, silently looking at the focus in the center - Feng Qingyang!
"I am a person from the sealed world. I just don't want to die, but why am I here?"
Feng Qingyang recalled a whispering sound deep in his consciousness. The solid figure's eyes were red, without the brilliance he had imagined, only a hint of confusion and doubt.
"King Chujiang—it's King Chujiang—this bastard tricked me out of the sealed realm, killed me, and devoured my spell power!"
Damn it, he suddenly raised his head, the confused look was gone, replaced by madness and a vast resentment that almost penetrated his body.
"I want to kill him, I must kill him. As long as I can seize this man's body, I will be qualified to kill King Chujiang!" As he spoke, his eyes moved and swept through his sea of consciousness.
“That’s it!”
His gaze narrowed, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. At this time, Feng Qingyang was concentrating on immersing his consciousness in his soul. Although he knew that someone had entered his sea of consciousness, he did not comment. You must know that the sea of consciousness was suppressed by the will of the Holy Lord.
"Wu Zun?"
The old man muttered, and at the end of his sight, there was a crystal clear core. The core was diamond-shaped and suspended in the center of his sea of consciousness, emanating wisps of peerless pressure.
"I just want revenge!"
As soon as he said this, his body moved and suddenly turned into mist floating above the sea of consciousness. At the same time, Feng Qingyang, who was originally devouring thousands of souls, felt a strong force sealing him in his soul, while his body was once again occupied by someone else.
In reality, he suddenly opened his eyes, which were blood red. He raised his right hand and pressed towards the void. With this press, the ground below collapsed layer by layer, and a mountain range was forcibly grabbed by him. A hundred-foot abyss appeared in front of everyone.
His change made the people watching the game gasp and retreat like flies, looking at Feng Qingyang in the arena in shock.
"Curse the devil!"
As these words came out, the mountain range he was holding in his hand suddenly collapsed and turned into light spots all over the sky, and the earth withered instantly. The land that was originally filled with demonic energy seemed to have its life sucked out of thin air and turned into a dead place. Countless black mists dissipated from the earth.
"Concentrate!" Feng Qingyang shouted in a low voice, and the black mist twisted and changed. In an instant, a witch beast from the Hua clan, as big as a hill, roared and ran towards Feng Qingyang. It stopped slightly in front of him and stood on top of his head.