Xuan Luo is indeed powerful, but he is much weaker than the Soul Devourer.
What's more, at this moment, his fighting power is fully unleashed. Not only does he have the support of the Corpse King's bloodline, but he also has the supreme divine power in the Green Lotus of Creation. With these two forces growing stronger, it would be easy for him to destroy Xuan Luo.
This is what is meant by using one's strengths to attack the opponent's weaknesses. If Feng Qingyang did not have the Soul Devourer, he would not be so arrogant and domineering, at least he would not be like this in his attitude towards a powerful man.
The collapse of the void was something that had never happened before in Xuan Luo's eyes. In the past, people who had entered Xuan Luo's illusion array were either lucky enough to guess his true form.
But those people all died one by one under the powerful force of the illusion array. Even if they were the peak power of the late Demon King, once they entered the array, no matter how strong their cultivation was, they would be turned into ashes.
Feng Qingyang has never been merciful to his enemies. In his world, anyone who hinders him or wants to kill him will be repaid double with the most cruel means.
That strong and extremely yin and gentle energy caused the void to roar, and the originally broken sky suddenly rolled and gathered from all directions towards the direction where Feng Qingyang was.
Like a hundred birds returning to their nests, or more like a hundred rivers merging into the sea, the violent impact caused by the backflow of the void fragments directly caused Xuan Luo to frown wherever they passed.
Under this impact, countless illusion worlds collapsed one after another, and the collisions and squeezing amidst the roar caused countless powerful storms to appear.
The huge vibration echoed in all directions, shaking the void within a radius of tens of thousands of miles. Even the two old men outside the illusion array felt the changes in the human-shaped mountain beneath them.
Xuan Luo's expression changed drastically. He had never thought that Feng Qingyang's aura was so powerful. With just the two strange visions on his body, he could transcend the rules of the illusion array, thereby attracting the outside world and making him even more powerful.
“Green Lotus of Good Fortune! You actually have the Green Lotus of Good Fortune… A small zombie is so powerful, it’s really impressive!” Xuan Luo frowned silently.
After the first strike, Feng Qingyang did not attack again, but looked at Xuan Luo silently, wanting to give him a choice. After all, the other party was a "half-saint" level existence when he was alive, and even a cornered dog will do anything, not to mention that he was a super powerful man.
This scene suddenly reminded Xuan Luo of something. There were no powerful zombie masters in the Middle Ages, but there were also some powerful men who were famous in some areas.
However, there is a strange phenomenon. All zombies are like a flash in the pan. After becoming famous, they disappear. Since the Middle Ages, Feng Qingyang is the first powerful person he has seen who has cultivated his zombie body to such a level.
It has to be said that this is an incredible thing. He was a semi-saint in his life, so he naturally knew how difficult it was to cultivate into a zombie. If he was not careful, he would become the remnants of weapon refining in the hands of a powerful person, or become an external incarnation, or even a puppet.
But the Feng Qingyang in front of him was different. He was even the most powerful and unique zombie he had ever seen in his life, in tens of millions of years.
The zombie has a strong body, but it is not the ordinary wooden-headed type of zombie that becomes strong due to some chance. Instead, it has a strong cultivation, a strong soul, and a cunning consciousness, almost like a monster.
He looked at the void with some depression, looking at the ruined world and the hundred-foot void suppressed by Feng Qingyang's vision. He seemed to have forgotten what the situation was now.
He even forgot that he and Feng Qingyang were already irreconcilable. His mind was in a mess. He seemed a little depressed and absent-minded. His complicated face was full of worries and his mind seemed a little pale.
As Feng Qingyang's momentum surged and reached its peak, Xuan Luo realized that he could not defeat the opponent. If it were a matter of cultivation, he could easily crush him.
Even a glance could turn him into ashes, but he is not an ordinary person. He has the Soul Devourer on his body. With the Soul Devourer's natural protective shell, Feng Qingyang undoubtedly becomes a hedgehog with a turtle shell.
Whether in defense or attack, he has completely taken the initiative and the upper hand. His strong rise made Xuan Luo's eyes pop out in shock.
Xuan Luo was suspended in the void, the ferocity on his face gradually disappeared, turning into an unprecedented calmness, as if the surrounding world could no longer shake his heart in the slightest.
As soon as this state appeared, Feng Qingyang secretly cried out that something was not good. If the opponent was ferocious and roaring, he would naturally not be afraid, but now Xuan Luo fell silent instantly.
This silence directly led to an abnormal atmosphere and added a sense of weirdness. It is said that a biting dog does not bark, and Xuan Luo at this moment was just like that dog.
He seems calm, but in fact he is just hiding the sharp teeth in his mouth. Once he seizes the opportunity and grasps the situation, that will be the moment for him to turn things around. As soon as he turns things around, Feng Qingyang will be the first to bear the brunt.
"Break it for me!" Feng Qingyang took a deep breath, wanting to break the depression and silence at the moment. There was no wind in his head, but it floated up by itself. The strange light in his eyes became stronger. He hardly paused for a moment, raised his right hand, and quickly pinched his magic power, and then grabbed Xuan Luo.
He snorted coldly and almost shouted loudly, and the Green Lotus of Creation under him began to shake violently. The green halo that was visible to the naked eye floated in the air and naturally formed a natural protective shell for his body.
And just as he raised his hand, the green vision that appeared in the void spread forward like an overwhelming force. Its speed was as fast as the tide, which was extremely terrifying.
Xuan Luo remained silent and did not say a word. His expression was still indifferent, as if Feng Qingyang's actions at this moment no longer had any meaning in his heart.
The more this happened, the gloomier Feng Qingyang's expression became. In his opinion, the risk of dealing with this kind of person was even greater. Although Feng Qingyang believed that the Soul Devourer could easily defeat the other party's soul and body.
But now it seems that something has changed. Perhaps he is not aware of this change yet, but looking at Xuan Luo's appearance, he knows that the other party still has a trump card to save his life.
The existence of this trump card is a deterrent to Xuan Luo, but to Feng Qingyang, it is a fatal blow. If he is not careful, a reversal may occur. Once a reversal occurs, his end will definitely be miserable.
Not to mention anything else, even if it doesn't die, it will be suppressed here and will never be reborn. Feng Qingyang's mind flashed, and after grabbing it, he raised his finger and tapped it lightly.
This caused the void to twist to the extreme, almost to the brink of breaking. The fragments of the sky gathered from all directions, after condensing and compressing, suddenly exploded.