If Feng Qingyang had not been lucky enough to enter an ancient prosperous dynasty and find the remains of the Shang Dynasty in the Qingqiu ancient tombs, the existence of the Soul-Devouring Being would have disappeared forever in the dust of history and turned into a legend.
However, perhaps this is God's will. Xiao Zhu has the soul of Bao Si, the concubine of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and is her reincarnation. Her ancestor Su Daji is the ancient fox ancestor. All these things brought Feng Qingyang to the ruins of the Great Shang Dynasty.
It was precisely because of this that he was able to find the Soul-Devouring Fragments that should have been lost in the long course of history, and he was able to use his powerful Corpse King bloodline and the Green Lotus of Creation in his body to forcibly make it his own.
Otherwise, if it hadn't been for the scene that year, he wouldn't have been able to transform his soul into perfection. If he had entered this place, he might have been tricked by Xuan Luo and become a wronged soul in his illusion array, dying here with regret.
“If you don’t agree…” Feng Qingyang grinned again and stopped talking. A few short words echoed in the void, creating ripples.
His soul-devouring aura grew stronger again, and the soul-devouring form floating above his head unscrupulously bared its teeth at Xuan Luo. That kind of greed and its own strong desire to devour almost made Xuan Luo unable to breathe, although - he didn't need to breathe at all.
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Xuan Luo suddenly roared, and at the same time, the sky and the earth were once again filled with violent storms following his roar.
The weather was gloomy, and there was a feeling that a storm was about to come. The calm yet undercurrent-filled void began to roll up layer by layer under this aura. At that moment, Feng Qingyang knew in his heart that the other party had reached an intolerable level.
He stretched out his hand and clapped it, and a golden aura rose up. Xuan Luo did not take any action, but just had a thought. The small cultivation star rotating in his hand released a palm. This palm was not from the palm world, but transcended the palm world. It was derived from his powerful formation technique.
"With just a broken Soul Devourer, you are so presumptuous as to want to devour and suppress me?" Xuan Luo grinned, the calmness on his face disappeared in a flash, replaced by madness.
Who is he? In the Middle Ages, he was a top master of the art of formations who dominated the world with the art of formations. He could be called a hegemonic existence. Even after the Middle Ages fell, he was able to survive to this day in an alternative way.
From this, we can see how strong his inner arrogance is. What’s more important is that his own cultivation is extremely powerful. Even if only his soul is left, he is still not comparable to Feng Qingyang.
It is said that a lean camel is bigger than a horse, not to mention that this is a powerful person who once dominated the world? Although he was shocked when Feng Qingyang released the soul-devouring aura, it was a short moment after all.
The cultivators who were able to achieve semi-saint status were all outstanding among thousands, so after a brief moment of surprise, they returned to their calm state of mind.
With his talent in formation, it is enough to crush everything in the world. His big hand is in the air, covering the sky and the sun, and the palm wind sweeps across the heaven and earth. The world that he himself has created seems even more crazy.
"I want to see if you can devour me."
Feng Qingyang was silent, looking at the golden palm that was gradually crushing towards him. It was impossible for him to say that he was not afraid. After all, the other party was too powerful and was once a semi-saint.
If he hadn't been intimidated by the Soul Devourer, he would have died here long ago. While he was thinking, the golden palm had already descended. If he was hit by it, he would be reduced to ashes.
"Transform into a demon!" He raised his palm and looked at the line on it that contained the Nine Heavens Palace's Demon Cliff. This line was just one of the thousands of scratches.
Although there was only one, it was the guide for him to comprehend the devil's heart. After it was integrated into the magical power, its terrifying pressure was rolled up crazily.
That feeling, just one glance, he had a strong feeling that as long as he pressed down with one palm, he could destroy Xuan Luo in front of him, and even blow up all living things.
As soon as the word "transformation into a demon" came out of his mouth, at that instant, the scratch on the palm of his hand suddenly flashed, as if it had spirituality, or as if it was silently answering Feng Qingyang's words.
His eyes revealed a mysterious light, and the scratches on his palms suddenly burst into the strongest light at this moment, with sword energy filling the sky.
But the moment they appeared, they all gathered together until nothing was left in the void, until a faint, almost imperceptible scratch finally appeared in the void.
The scratches collided with the golden palm, one was the pinnacle of great magical power in the Middle Ages, and the other was the aspiration for enlightenment of a perverted up-and-coming talent in the late modern period.
There was no loud noise, nor any terrifying explosion or brilliant light curtain. They merged together almost silently, and then there was a slight click.
Like a spider web, after it appeared, it spread out again densely, and in a blink of an eye it covered the entire golden palm. At the moment the crack appeared, the palm that was pressing down suddenly stopped, stagnant in mid-air.
Feng Qingyang took a deep breath, his eyes flashed slightly. He originally thought that his magical powers were no match for the opponent's move, but the result now gave him a glimmer of hope.
"Could it be that he is just a spent force? Or is he a weakling with a strong exterior?" Feng Qingyang underestimated, then groaned, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and he rolled back with a bang.
This power came invisible and traceless, like hitting a bull from a distance, and was directly imprinted in Feng Qingyang's body. The powerful power of the formation directly suppressed Feng Qingyang's magic power.
"You think, that's all?"
Seeing Feng Qingyang bleeding, Xuan Luo laughed even more wildly, with a look of pride on his face, as if seeing Feng Qingyang injured was something that made him extremely happy.
His gaffe and arrogance also determined his fate!
After hearing this, Feng Qingyang smiled coldly and looked at him without comment, with a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes. Is he so proud of just this
He steadied his body and raised his hand to casually wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were extremely deep and vast, and when they fell into Xuan Luo's eyes, an indescribable feeling immediately appeared in his heart.
It gave him the feeling that Feng Qingyang was at his strongest at this moment!
Feng Qingyang slowly closed his eyes, but it was only for a brief moment. The moment he opened them again, a dazzling light flashed across his eyes, almost melting Xuan Luo's world and his own soul.
The Corpse King's blood began to flow, and green lotus leaves appeared under his feet. One flower represented a world, and one step represented the world. He stepped on the void and slowly walked towards Xuan Luo in front.
The world was changing rapidly, and his steps were like a top demon god descending from the sky. The majesty of dominating the world made Xuan Luo's pupils shrink sharply, and the fear in his eyes became more intense.