"Your words leave me with no principles." The masked man shook his head and sighed softly. The breath was extremely distant, as if it came from eternity ago.
The tone was a little gentle, but in the gentleness, it contained an unstoppable pressure. Having said this, the masked man quietly raised his right hand.
He held up two fingers, shining brightly, as if he was holding up a miniature version of the cultivation star, on which the sun, the moon, human figures and all kinds of auras appeared repeatedly.
It seemed like they were in harmony, but within this harmony, one could feel the most amazing aura of the formation. Feng Qingyang was trembling in his heart. At this moment, he finally understood the other party's magical powers.
That ball of light is actually also a technique. This technique is not a magical power, but it is more powerful than a magical power. It is like the great Dao that every person who has entered the realm of Tao in the palm world has comprehended.
The Tao cannot be used to attack people, but it can be used to crush others and defeat the opponent directly with a strategy of conquering without fighting.
This was the magic he used at the moment. The ball of light was actually a large formation. The masked man's comprehension of formations had almost reached a terrifying level.
Even Feng Qingyang had to secretly admire him. Although he had inherited the art of formation, his insights were far inferior to those of the other party.
"This cultivation planet is actually made up of formations." When the light appeared, Feng Qingyang's whole body shook. An extremely strong formation aura suddenly appeared, almost like a violent storm, sweeping Feng Qingyang madly.
As for the masked man, his power rose rapidly after the appearance of this small cultivation planet, almost reaching a peak. The aura he exuded from this peak was comparable to that of a semi-saint!
His spirit and soul alone are so powerful, let alone him in the Middle Ages, when his original body was intact. Had he already touched the position of Saint through the art of formation at that time
"You are indeed very strong, but you are just a soul." Feng Qingyang took a deep breath, calmed his fluctuating heart, and glared with his eyes. At that moment, a crazy momentum suddenly rose.
It was almost like a bright beam of light that was not there originally, but it appeared in an instant like a thunderclap out of nowhere. In the moment it appeared, his long hair was flying and his clothes were whiter than snow.
He did not use any magic power or display any supernatural powers. He simply released the aura of his soul. However, this aura alone was enough to shake the masked man, Xuan Luo himself.
"Soul Devourer! How can you have a Soul Devourer! Didn't this kind of creature become extinct in ancient times?" Sure enough, when Feng Qingyang released the Soul Devourer's aura, Xuan Luo immediately showed a look of shock and astonishment.
Although all this was hidden under a thick mask, Feng Qingyang could still clearly feel the changes in Xuan Luo's heart, even though the other party was much stronger than him.
But the fear and dread from the soul could not be concealed at all. If he was like heaven and earth in front of Xuan Luo before, the other party could easily crush him into ashes.
So now Feng Qingyang, not to mention other things, just the Soul Devourer, made him feel like he could shatter the sky with his fist in front of Xuan Luo. His body did not change, but he could still see with his naked eyes, and see that trace of the powerful aura of the Soul Devourer.
Xuan Luo's shock was normal for Feng Qingyang, but his fearful look also gave Feng Qingyang a sense of confidence.
He was well aware of the Soul Devourer's power, but seeing this man who was almost invincible in the Middle Ages and second only to the Saint, actually made his soul tremble.
"Believe it or not, I can be even stronger!" Feng Qingyang said loudly, and his aura bloomed again. The soul-devouring aura he exuded had reached its peak and reached an unprecedented level of strength.
"Believe it or not, you can't kill me. On the contrary, I can swallow you!" Feng Qingyang's voice carried a sense of invincibility, almost an arrogant and domineering tone. His hair moved without wind, and the soul-devouring aura he released almost swept up the wind and clouds in all directions, making him feel so excited that his whole body was trembling.
As the Soul Devourer became more powerful, traces of Soul Devourer's aura began to condense into a physical entity in the void. After the explosion, a tadpole-shaped object visible to the naked eye suddenly formed above his head.
The moment the object appeared, Feng Qingyang could not help but let out a long howl. The howl was earth-shaking, and even the illusion array cast by Xuan Luo was trembling in the howl. The indescribable power and indescribable fluctuations made Feng Qingyang feel a unique power at this moment.
He even had a feeling that even if he abandoned his current body and identity as a zombie, he would be able to dominate the world just by devouring souls. When he became powerful, he would even be able to challenge the Holy Lord.
“Impossible… Impossible… How come the Soul Devourer still exists… The Soul Devourer has already disappeared. If it really existed, this Heavenly Dao would have exterminated you long ago, and would not have allowed you to become so powerful.” Xuan Luo told himself in his heart that this might not be true, because he also felt the aura of the Array Dao from Feng Qingyang.
His subconscious told him that perhaps this soul-devouring being was just something he had sketched out with his powerful magical powers of formations, and it was not real. However, everything he saw before his eyes was so real that he could hardly believe that it was fake.
For any cultivator, there are only two ways to judge a thing. One is to see it with the naked eye, and the other is to explore it with the spiritual sense. Whether it is his eyes or his spiritual sense, he felt the power of the thing floating above Feng Qingyang's head.
When both of these are recognized as true, they cannot be false. Even if one does not believe it in his heart, his body has already believed it. It is because he believed it that he took a step back without leaving a trace. Perhaps he himself was not even aware of this step.
"You should know the purpose of the Soul Devourer's existence." The situation was changing step by step. Feng Qingyang, who was originally at a disadvantage, suddenly transformed himself and became the absolute master who controlled the power of life and death.
His level of cultivation was nothing in Xuan Luo's eyes, but his soul, fused with the soul of the Soul Devourer, almost made Xuan Luo's heart go to the brink of going berserk.
Feng Qingyang's words were undoubtedly a naked threat. To a powerful man like him, this threat was like a slap in the face, and did not leave him any face at all.
"You should believe that nothing is absolute. You are a body of spirit and soul, and I can easily crush you." Feng Qingyang raised his hand and bent his five fingers. A ball of light suddenly appeared in his palm. This thing was the soul-devouring power he used.
The Soul Devourer knows that all the souls in the world, whether they have a body or a Taoist body that has come into contact with the Great Dao, cannot escape the Soul Devourer's crushing. This is why in ancient times, the first generation of Soul Devourers were suppressed by the nine great saints of that time, so that they were eventually split into countless pieces and left behind in the countless chaotic cultivation worlds under the spiritual world.