The cold snort turned into a wild roar in mid-air, shaking the heaven and earth. The sound waves tore through the void, and a sharp whistling sound suddenly appeared. Within a hundred feet, it actually compressed itself and condensed into a sharp edge like a spear. With the powerful will of a late demon king, it rushed straight towards Feng Qingyang and others in the barrier without hesitation.
The force is so great that it can cause mountains to collapse! This roar was overwhelming, and a single word moved the rules of heaven and earth. The harsh friction frightened Tiger King and others. If a roar was so powerful, then in a real battle, wouldn't it be like fish on a chopping board, to be slaughtered at will
At this moment, the skull disappeared, and the figure of the White-browed Demon Lord walked over from it, covered in a white robe, with a slender body and a silver mask, giving him a strange and strong evil aura. In this evil aura, Feng Qingyang felt a familiar breath, which was the unique feeling left after devouring the soul.
"Do you think you can be safe hiding in it?"
"Do you think that by delaying time you can get your family saved?" The White-browed Demon Lord grinned grimly. Although his face hidden under the mask could not be seen, Feng Qingyang could sense a kind of ridicule and mockery from his tone. It seemed that all this was under his control. If so, then what was he
The White-browed Demon Lord stared downward, passing over the Lion King and the Tiger King, and stopped directly on Feng Qingyang. He stared at him deeply, with a bit of confusion in his eyes, but in an instant he felt relieved, presumably having discovered his identity.
"Who am I? It turns out to be you. It's true that there is a road to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell but you insist on breaking in!" He raised his head and laughed loudly, his tone was extremely excited, just like a pervert who has been hungry and thirsty for countless years and suddenly sees a naked girl.
The Lion King and the others were stunned. From the words of the White Eyebrow Demon Lord, they could clearly hear that the other party had discovered Feng Qingyang's identity. But who was he? How could he make the White Eyebrow Demon Lord so excited? Compared with the confusion in the eyes of the two of them, Miss Ling had a more affirmative look.
"Many people have said this to me, but I am still alive today. What do you think your words can do to me?" The more dangerous the moment, the calmer he became. At this moment, he responded calmly, raised his head with a sharp gaze, staring straight at the White-browed Demon Lord.
There was a kind of pressure in his eyes, which was imperceptible to the Lion King and others, but the White-browed Demon Lord standing in the void saw a hint of hidden ruthlessness. As Feng Qingyang looked directly at him, the ruthlessness gradually shrank, and in an instant, an extremely strong will burst out. This will collided with the roar he had made before, and the fierce friction caused the void to distort, spreading like ripples and echoing around.
It seemed that his will had caught up with himself, or even surpassed him. Although his cultivation was not high, his will was so strong. Even though the White-browed Demon Lord was a super powerful being, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Feng Qingyang's gaze.
Feng Qingyang has been walking on the edge of life and death all the way. He has killed countless cultivators, so naturally there is an aura of arrogance and self-esteem on his body. This aura is an extremely powerful evil spirit that can be released and retracted freely. When encountering a strong enemy, it will automatically spread out.
The reason why Feng Qingyang's gaze was so powerful was, firstly, the murderous aura that had been condensed over countless years, and secondly, his divine eye, which gave him a keen insight into the void, and even made Bai Youmeizun have an illusion that the structure of his body, even the flow of his blood, had become transparent in the other's gaze.
This feeling, coupled with his overwhelming murderous aura and will, as well as his deep gaze, intertwined to form an extremely powerful pressure, which was enough to collide violently with the roar of the White-browed Demon Lord.
The confrontation of wills is not about cultivation, but focuses on each other's spirit. Feng Qingyang is a zombie and is almost the enemy of the world. The heaven suppresses him and the human cultivators hunt him down, but he has never surrendered and has been struggling and resisting until now.
With a loud bang, an astonishing aura suddenly burst out from him. It was as if he had personally fought through thousands of troops and walked through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The murderous aura condensed in him could be clearly felt with just a glance.
This scene was beyond the expectations of the White-browed Demon Lord, and it made the Lion King and the Tiger King gasp. When they looked at Feng Qingyang, they felt a sense of unfathomable depth and a vague awe.
They didn't know who Feng Qingyang was, let alone what he had experienced. Why, although his cultivation was the weakest, he could stand here and exude an aura as majestic and powerful as a mountain with just a glance or a step
"There is no smoke without fire! Your reputation is well-deserved. I have always believed that your existence is just an exaggeration by everyone, but now it seems that I underestimated you. You deserve me to take a serious look at you!" The White-browed Demon Lord laughed loudly, opened his mouth like thunder, and roared again.
This is a kind of recognition, a recognition of the enemy, and even more of a challenge. At this time, the White-browed Demon Lord had already ignored Feng Qingyang's realm of cultivation. His will alone was enough to make him go all out. Even if the opponent was not within his reach, he would still kill him with the most powerful means. This was also a kind of respect!
Under this roar, the Lion King, Tiger King and others all instantly took out their magic weapons, and used the light curtains lowered by the magic weapons to defend themselves firmly. However, Feng Qingyang did not do so. Instead, in this roar, he gritted his teeth tightly, and endured the trembling breath that was enough to tear his body apart and make him completely collapse. He was like a fish swimming against the current, retreating instead of advancing, and took another step forward.
In an instant, the surging will spread out, and under the powerful pressure of the White-browed Demon Lord, Feng Qingyang suddenly mobilized his own avenue.
The light of domineering descended from the sky. Although this light belonged to the three thousand great ways, it had changed under the integration of Feng Qingyang's will. It was no longer a single avenue, but contained the trend of killing and dominating the world.
Feng Qingyang sneered. Under this beam of light, he was no longer hiding in the barrier. It seemed that after the barrier was opened, he would be able to enter the place where the crack existed. However, if he came from other places, he should be able to pass through. Otherwise, the White-browed Demon Lord would never appear in the void.
Green lotus leaves appeared under his feet and a blood-red sky appeared above his head. He sat in the middle of it, like a demon emperor who had suppressed the world for eternity. The powerful avenue and invincible vision allowed him to walk out of the barrier with a bang.