"Seize both realms?"
"That's right!" Feng Qingyang blurted out. Looking at his confident face, how could there be any joke at all
His eyes were like stars, bright and deep, as shining as the full moon and as dazzling as pearls. Under this blazing gaze, the mixed-feathered bird felt a surge of pride for no reason.
Some things will eventually happen, and some legends will be revealed step by step in the endless conquests. The truth buried in the years will reappear in the world.
He put away the look of Feng Qingyang on his face, but the greed in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest. He fluttered his wings and suddenly snatched the top-grade spirit stone from Feng Qingyang's hand.
As if he had obtained some priceless treasure, he kept kissing her on the mouth. Although he did not give Feng Qingyang an answer, silence is better than words at this moment. Actions are the best proof and the most favorable response.
"Balmau, what do you think of the trunk of the Sealing Tree God?" Finally, Feng Qingyang gathered the branches on the ground and sealed and suppressed them in his dantian with his great magic power.
The Green Lotus of Creation swayed, and wisps of chaotic green light enveloped it. It needed these branches to transform into nutrients for its growth. Feng Qingyang knew this very well, so he did not put it into the boundary bead.
Moreover, the Green Lotus of Creation also has a refining function. The pure power of the spell contained in its branches and vines will eventually be slowly fed back to him. As long as he overcomes the tribulation, he can turn it into a source, which will flow endlessly in the vast ocean.
“The Sealing Tree God is also an extremely ancient being, and can be said to be of the same generation as me. However, when I became conscious, it was just a small sapling.
But its trunk is naturally a good thing. After several catastrophes, it is about to achieve an immortal body. However, it is afraid that it will never be able to truly break through in this lifetime."
At this point, the mixed-haired bird suddenly laughed strangely. Feng Qingyang understood what was going on. He had just figured it out. If it wanted to further transform into an immortal body, it had to devour the Green Lotus of Creation in his body.
But how is this possible? The Creation Green Lotus belongs to Feng Qingyang. It not only recognizes its master, but also takes root in his body. How could he give away such a rare treasure
“But nothing is absolute. Maybe it can break through as long as it survives this catastrophe. But it’s not good either. From what I saw before, its willpower seemed to have reached a dead end.
Although it didn't notice it, I discovered that there was an obvious change in its body. I'm afraid that the Sealed Heavenly Dao wants to wipe out its will."
Feng Qingyang was silent, but in the silence, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes. This was the way of heaven. Under the way of heaven, everything was an ant.
Anyone who transcends the control of the Heavenly Dao will be killed. That is why almost no one in the spiritual world can enter the Xuanhuang World and achieve an immortal body, not even the nine great saints of today.
Their strength can be described as a kind of pseudo-immortal body, integrating the great Dao to achieve self-realization, but this is only possible in the spiritual world. Once they are separated from the way of heaven, they will fall again and lose their former supreme divine power.
But if that layer of shackles could be broken, the spiritual world would probably undergo earth-shaking changes. Perhaps the catastrophe would no longer occur, or it might be possible for the spiritual world to transcend the catastrophe and ascend to heaven.
"That's fine for now. Don't you need a body? When the catastrophe between the two worlds comes, I will turn the sealed world upside down, kill the tree god, and use its trunk to refine a supreme body for you. I will also use the Green Lotus of Creation to comb your body, help you achieve an immortal body, and return to your former domineering style."
After saying that, he looked at the direction and locked onto the location of the Western Holy City. With a whistling sound, he turned into a long rainbow and rushed forward like wind and thunder.
The mixed-feathered bird on his shoulder was stunned for a moment after hearing Feng Qingyang's words, but then it returned to its normal state with a ripple in its eyes.
"Perhaps, I will have a chance to be reborn. Or perhaps, with his help, I can return to my own world and take back everything I want."
His mind flashed, and looking at Feng Qingyang's resolute expression, his heart was quite warm. At this moment, the relationship between the two was brought closer again, and they were no longer using each other. At least at this time, the mixed-haired bird felt Feng Qingyang's heart.
"Boy, just based on what you said, I have to be your protector."
While speeding, Feng Qingyang soon arrived at the west city gate. It had turned into a dead city, empty of people. The powerful people who were originally in charge also fled one by one.
I'm afraid that for a long time, this place will not recover its former prosperity. Feng Qingyang felt sad. He stayed here for such a long time. Originally, he just wanted to pass by, but who knew that so many twists and turns would happen.
Looking back, it seemed like everything happened just yesterday, but it was clear that such a long time had passed, a month of Yinxu Curse, a month of lurking, and my stay here was almost a full three months.
…
Stepping into the formation, with the injection of spirit stones, the entire empty city suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and the light curtain covered his eyes, but as it gradually faded, Feng Qingyang had already entered the transmission.
Not long after he left, a person suddenly appeared behind him, with a huge ancient bronze sword floating under his feet. This person was none other than the true spirit that had left earlier.
The Wasteland Exile Land involves the Holy Lord, so naturally there is no possibility for him to take action. He saw everything that happened here, especially the scene where Feng Qingyang finally fought against the will of the giant tree that sealed the boundary, which almost made his calm heart tumble.
The broken branches, one thousandth of will, and the legendary Green Lotus of Creation, he had thought about taking action on all of these, but in the end, reason overwhelmed his greed.
How could a person who could attract the Saint to take action be a simple person? If I really took action, I would probably be the same as those monks who turned into ashes, dead without a trace of bones, dead as hell.
…
The roar of transmission shuttled through the void in a dull voice. When the shock force in his ears slowly disappeared, Feng Qingyang suddenly released his spiritual consciousness, and in his mind, a strange world suddenly appeared.
This is a magnificent hall, and the entire teleportation array is located in the hall. There are six people sitting in the hall, three on each side, forming an encirclement.
He did not feel any danger, so he just paid a quick attention and stepped out of the teleportation array. After a moment, he wanted to leave. This place must be the Holy City of the West, so he naturally wanted to inquire about Yanhuo's news.
But just as he was about to leave, the men sitting cross-legged around him suddenly opened their eyes, and the middle-aged man who was leading them looked Feng Qingyang up and down.
"Anyone who comes is a guest. Welcome to the Holy City of the Far West." The middle-aged man spoke. Although his tone was gentle, it contained a sense of urgency and irresistibility.