"Junior brother, how are you?"
As he was thinking, he happened to hear a long-lost voice coming from behind him. Feng Qingyang smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth. It was a kind of common understanding that did not need any extra explanation, nor any thanks. Just a look was enough!
The void was twisted, and countless snowflakes fell from the sky, making the surrounding void appear exceptionally beautiful. The poignant beauty carried a kind of resoluteness, a determination to never look back.
Once you go, the cycle of reincarnation will never end, and a lofty sentiment will arise. How heroic is that? Feng Qingyang looked up and saw six whirlpools outside the five-colored divine light. There was a familiar feeling in each whirlpool.
The eldest senior brother Qian Shangli, the second senior brother Li Ge, the third senior sister Mo Qianxiao, the fourth senior brother Jiuqiu and the senior brother Wu Huzi, as well as Gai Jiuyou who once fought side by side with them, the nine disciples of the Jiuchongtian Palace, gathered together at this time.
With their appearance, the wind and clouds became turbulent, and the murderous intent contained in the void became more intense. Almost at the moment they appeared, the will of the Heavenly Dao suddenly descended.
The Nine Heavens were originally people who followed the path of evil and defied the will of heaven. The six of them were filled with overwhelming demonic energy, and together they evolved a demon world in the void, fighting against the surging murderous intent emitted by the Three Thousand Ancient Emperors and the powerful monsters.
Feng Qingyang had never seen Qian Shangli or Li Ge among these people, but when their eyes made contact, an indescribable warmth immediately passed through his heart.
He suddenly had an inexplicable feeling of trust. This trust made him feel extremely safe and no longer worried. It seemed that with these people in front of him, he would not be afraid even if he faced thousands of troops.
He closed his eyes and stopped looking around, concentrating on the final refining. One pound of the world crystal was engraved on his bones, but it was precisely because of this that he felt a sense of heaviness.
This heaviness came so suddenly that he felt as if he was about to fall to the ground. He also felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him and he could not move. He needed to refine it, the final refinement. Only the real refinement would allow him to reach a perfect peak state and thus meet the eruption of the power of Heaven.
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"Qian Shangli, do you know that your actions are against heaven? Do you also want to endure the oppression of heaven like him?" someone cursed angrily.
The three thousand ancient emperors actually only have the cultivation level of the middle stage of Dao Transformation. If they were on their own natal ancient star, with the help of the power of the cultivation star, they would be able to fight against the late stage of Dao Transformation. But now they are only in the demon clan, and they have come from across the domain, so their cultivation level can only reach the level of the middle stage of Dao Transformation.
On the other hand, the other demon cultivators are much stronger. Many of the powerful demon kings hiding in the dark have even reached the supreme realm of the late demon king. There are even quite a few people like Baimei Yaozun who are about to break through to the "semi-saint" level.
The void is filled with powerful beings, so densely packed that you can't see the end of them at a glance. This kind of strength can be regarded as all the combat power in the spiritual world. If they are unified to attack a certain place, I am afraid no one can match them.
"Have you ever seen a cultivator of the devil's way respect the way of heaven?" Qian Shangli, who was known as the eldest disciple of Samsara, smiled indifferently. He looked to be about thirty years old, wearing a white robe with a slowly rotating Tai Chi pattern on it. He just stood there, but gave people a sense of unreality and confusion.
In his hand he held a steel sword, which looked ordinary, but everyone knew that it was the object that made him famous—the Sword of Samsara!
Compared to Qian Shangli's indifference, the second disciple Li Ge was much more serious. There was not even a trace of a smile on his face, only fierce killing, endless killing!
His killing is not for protection, nor for any reason. It is just pure killing. He becomes obsessed with killing and goes to an extreme of killing. Each of the seven disciples has his own characteristics.
Mo Qianxiao's unrivaled elegance, Jiuqiu's mystery, Hu Zi's dissatisfaction, and - Gai Jiuyou's anger!
Among these people, the one who felt the deepest emotion was Gai Jiuyou. He had met Feng Qingyang in the Qingqiu Ancient Tombs, and he helped him unify the three parts of Jiuyou Star, allowing him to eventually inherit the fortune of Jiuyou Star left by Zhu Jiuyin. This was actually a great favor.
Now they have become brothers, but he still can't forget Feng Qingyang's determination and decisiveness in killing. Otherwise, with his own strength, he might not be able to completely suppress one-third of Jiuyou Star.
The seven people looked up into the void, all of them put away their expressions, and all of them turned into a resolute determination, a determination to protect the world even if it meant slaughtering everyone in it.
This battle is inevitable!
This battle has to be fought, there is no reason to avoid it. This is a confrontation of wills between Heaven's Way and the anti-cultivation. Even though Heaven's Way is targeting Feng Qingyang, now, things have become complicated.
As Qian Shangli roared first, he gently swung the green steel sword in his hand forward. His handsome appearance became somewhat hideous in an instant, and the aura of reincarnation on his body became more obvious.
Wherever the sword pointed, it forcibly grabbed a Tai Chi Samsara diagram out of the endless void. The diagram was ten thousand feet long and glowed with faint light all over.
The extreme confrontation between white and black, the alternation of life and death, seems a little indifferent, but it seems that in the endless years, countless super powers have been sent into reincarnation by him, stained with endless cause and effect and blood, and a large number of wronged souls flew out of Tai Chi, crying and howling. With the emergence of Tai Chi, the wronged souls came out in droves, densely packed throughout the void, there are billions of them.
"This is... a half-saint!"
The scalps of many powerful people present were tingling. No one had ever thought that Qian Shangli, the eldest disciple of the City of Sin, had reached the realm of Semi-Saint. Even though he had been in seclusion for countless years, when he appeared, he could still dominate the world and shock the world!
His expression was slightly ferocious. He stood in the void, holding an ordinary green steel sword in his hand. He slowly raised his right hand and pressed it on the Tai Chi. Suddenly, he lightly slapped it, and a roar that shook the mind, shook the earth, and resounded throughout the universe spread in all directions.
Layers of ripples appeared from nothing and reverberated in the sky. Even though this place had turned into endless nothingness, one could still see the power of reincarnation emanating from it with the naked eye. This power was enough to shock anyone. Once it erupted, the pressure contained within would probably explode to its extreme point.
"Who will die first!" He was arrogant and domineering, a trace of cold blood flashed across his resolute face, his eyes were like lightning, emitting two dazzling white lights. He looked around at everyone in the void, dominating the world, who could match him
"Big Brother, you have stolen all the limelight, what else can we do?" Li Ge said with a loud laugh, and broke away from the group of people. Standing on the left, he faced the entire demon clan's powerful cultivators alone. His shocking momentum was like a bolt from the blue, stirring up the autumn rain, sweeping up the wind and clouds, and layers of air waves hitting the void.
"Half Saint! Half Saint again!"