In the collision between the world rules derived by Feng Qingyang with the help of the boundary beads and the way of heaven, the two different avenues were intertwined in a manner visibly visible to the naked eye, like a spider web.
This was the first time they had seen a collision of rules. At this moment, all kinds of thoughts were rising and falling in their hearts, with mixed feelings. The rules could be seen, which was a heaven-defying opportunity for some cultivators, and some were even about to break through on the spot.
"His calamity exists because of the lineage of Hou Zun, but when he really faces it, it is different from the rumors. Just the first wave of rule collision is beyond our understanding. If he had not integrated the world crystal now, he would probably not be able to survive it at all." Qian Shangli frowned, looking into the void, and facing Feng Qingyang.
He has practiced for countless years and is the chief disciple of the City of Sin. What he has experienced and knows must be very knowledgeable. Looking at Feng Qingyang who is in the rules, he originally wanted to take action, but if he really interfered with the catastrophe, it would probably ruin Feng Qingyang's Taoism and stop him from going there.
Restraining the impulse in his heart, Qian Shangli looked at his fellow apprentices who had the same idea as him, and a turbulent current flashed through his heart. This group of lovely people must be well protected. How could a cultivator of the devil's way be afraid of the way of heaven
"Even if it's rules, I can crush you!" Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed. Facing the extremely powerful calamity of the king and the shocking rules that came down, his own magical powers were simply unable to resist. He only had the power of rules in his body.
After realizing this, Feng Qingyang no longer hesitated. He suddenly sank his body down, clasped his hands together, and lightly pressed on his dantian.
With this press, the body that had been sinking dropped another zhang. When he opened his mouth, rays of lightning spurted out, whistling out. The purple electric light turned into a thunder python. After it reappeared, it shone brightly, covering Feng Qingyang's entire body. At the same time, it began to transform, and slowly formed a giant purple sword.
"Killing intent, cut the sky!" Feng Qingyang's eyes were filled with blood in an instant. That was the killing intent of the three major artistic conceptions running in his body!
He has three major artistic conceptions, the intention of sealing, the intention of suppressing, but these two can not compete with the way of heaven at all. Only the intention of killing, after it is fully developed, can destroy the heaven and the earth.
The cultivation in his body was running frantically, urging the killing intent, using his will to fight against the rules of heaven, shaking the sky. When the purple sword formed by the killing intent appeared, it instantly connected with the rules of the world in his body, inciting the power of the rules to bless it, and launched the strongest... sword.
Sword! It has no edge, but it has shape and meaning. If it were ordinary, Feng Qingyang might just integrate the killing intention into some kind of magical power, so that each of his magical powers contains a huge killing intention. If he were to fight against the enemy, he could easily crush him.
But now, he directly merged with the rules, and could be said to be wielding the sword of rules, which contained the murderous intent that could punish heaven and earth, and gathered its shape with its intent.
Seal the sky, kill the earth, and punish their path!
All things in the world changed their shapes and condensed their intentions with his killing intent, so he used the sword to drive the rules. This was the first time Feng Qingyang used this, and it was also a breakthrough for him.
At this moment, without any hesitation, he used the sword of rules that was condensed with the intention of killing. His will instantly spread across the heaven and earth, filling the already shattered void sky.
As his will appeared, the entire void, a million miles in radius, and even the entire spiritual world felt it. Countless broken stars of cultivation, as well as the killing intent regardless of race, all began to vibrate and buzz at this moment, like peeling off silk threads from a cocoon, surrounding this will that was transmitted from the nothingness in all directions.
The murderous intent that was aroused and consumed by Feng Qingyang spread throughout the entire spiritual world. After being transmitted, the murderous intent surrounded the giant purple sword in his hand, filling the purple with a bloody dark red.
Overlapping each other, they were like the wronged souls of wronged monks, the cries of ghosts, the howls of wolves, gusts of wind, accompanied by a shriek, spreading out in the blink of an eye.
The pupils of the crowd in the distance suddenly shrank after seeing this scene. It was as if they had seen a miracle in Feng Qingyang. They didn't know how Feng Qingyang condensed the sword in his hand, but they could feel the powerful oppressive force in the sword. If they resisted with their will, they could easily be ground into pieces, and even... they even felt that the aura in the sword seemed to be above the way of heaven, and could destroy heaven and earth.
After they came together, it contained a supreme killing intent, sharp and sharp, without the slightest concealment or disguise. It condensed his strong will and the mysterious origin of the killing intent, surrounding him and becoming the most pinnacle purple sword in the spiritual world. It was not a supreme Taoist weapon, nor an immortal weapon, but it was above them all.
If he doesn't move, it's fine. But if he moves, it's so shocking that the heavens and ghosts cry. Seeing this, Qian Shangli suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, because he knew that Feng Qingyang would not do anything without reason, and would not go to the trouble of condensing such a huge murderous intent. This murderous intent made him believe that he could definitely break the rules of heaven.
He was not reckless in undergoing the tribulation, but had already had this plan in mind countless years ago.
If he wasn't a person that was envied by heaven, if he wasn't a zombie, how good would that be? If he was the favored son of heaven in the spirit world, he could naturally dominate the world and become the last hope of this ancient era.
The three thousand ancient emperors, all the hidden old monsters, and all the powerful monsters of the demon race, all raised their heads, looked up, and looked at him in the world.
His black hair was fluttering, his white clothes were flowing, and his clothes were whiter than snow. His stubbornness and tyranny, regardless of his identity as a zombie, were enough to shake the hearts of everyone present. People with different beliefs could not work together, but even so, he still won their admiration. Not to mention anything else, his courage alone was enough to convince everyone.
Almost at the moment when the purple swords gathered, a huge vortex suddenly appeared above the Heavenly Dao. Within the vortex, countless chaotic energies rose and fell, and there was also a vague human face. The facial features could not be seen, but the indifference and contempt in it could be felt.
Suddenly, the human face seemed to tremble, and a red light whizzed out, transforming into a red dragon with crystal scales in mid-air. Almost at the moment of its formation, it descended not far from Feng Qingyang.
The rumbling roar instantly echoed in the world. The red dragon was facing the first calamity among the true king's calamities, but it was also the weakest link among them. After the Heavenly Dao sensed Feng Qingyang's stubborn disobedience, it immediately attacked Feng Qingyang with all its might.
As the roar spread, the giant purple sword gathered by Feng Qingyang suddenly vibrated!