This black color carries a kind of supremacy. After they appeared, the vortex above the sky suddenly changed. Thunder rumbled, and the ups and downs of thousands of years, countless vicissitudes of life turned into an unshakable and provocative majesty, which came crashing down.
Echoing in all directions, when the first ray of black light appeared in the void, a mysterious feeling suddenly emerged, the will of absolute overlord, intertwined with the slowly approaching red and purple light.
The third curse was formed by the convergence of different thunders, an extremely black color, but it was not completely black, or it was only after it descended here that it gradually turned into pure black.
The red color was not dark red, but a light red that was almost transparent. It looked ordinary, but the people below were captivated by it at a glance. It was like thousands of young girls slowly twisting their bodies, graceful and charming, with a strange and fatal attraction that would make people fall into it if they were not careful!
This purple color is slightly deep. Compared with the purple light surrounding Feng Qingyang, one is deep and the other is light. In addition to being deep, this purple color also has a lingering touch of vicissitudes.
Rather than saying that he is vicissitudes of life, it is better to say that this is a kind of threat after the passage of time, as if as long as the purple light is by his side, it can wash away his lifespan until his beauty turns into white bones.
Majesty, tenderness, and vicissitudes! Just like the domineering momentum of an emperor on earth, and the red light is like the iron-blooded tenderness of a beautiful woman in one's arms, and the helplessness of being unable to withstand the passage of time.
These three colors may seem simple, but they are actually very profound and encompass so much. Everything in the world seems to be interpreted in these three colors.
At this moment, as Feng Qingyang took off and the three-colored thunder in the vortex merged, they changed in front of Ge Ran. The originally indifferent chaotic human face suddenly rushed straight towards Feng Qingyang with a whistling and unstoppable force.
The first thing to approach was not the black light, but the purple light that came later but arrived first. Feng Qingyang knew the horror of this thunder, so he burst out with all his strength in an instant, put his fingers together, raised his right arm and slashed it in front of him. The power of demonization suddenly appeared, forming a semicircular sword energy in front of Feng Qingyang, and went straight to the human face transformed by the purple light in the sky.
The astonishing and terrifying momentum, as well as the recoil force brought by the collision between the two, at the moment of contact, was like ice rapidly disintegrating. The melting speed and strong visual impact were rare.
At the moment of contact, Feng Qingyang immediately stepped back. This time he was only making a tentative attack and was not using all his strength. He was well aware of the horror of this calamity, so he decisively retreated after a brief encounter, staring at the purple face that was rapidly pressing towards him with a sharp gaze.
"Magical power - nothingness!" At the moment of retreating, Feng Qingyang pinched seals with his hands and pressed suddenly forward. With this press, it seemed as if the sky and the earth were opened up, and countless light screens were controlled in his hands. With a thought, the broken light screens turned into a huge fist, which suddenly collided with the approaching face.
Boom! But at this moment, the originally powerful purple light collapsed under this punch. Feng Qingyang was stunned and wondered how it could be so weak.
But at this moment, a sense of crisis emerged in his heart. He knew that something was wrong and suddenly stimulated his potential to retreat. However, when he realized it too late, it was obviously too late to cope with the changes that had taken place at this time.
At the moment when the purple light dissipated, it turned into countless imperceptible mists. In just a moment, it came to Feng Qingyang's side and enveloped his entire body.
Feng Qingyang retreated immediately, but the bad feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger. He suddenly felt tired, as if he had fought three hundred rounds. He was very tired and wanted to sleep. This tiredness came not only from the body, but also from the soul.
Little did they know that at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, his body changed from a young man to a teenager, then from a teenager to a child, and finally to a baby.
“What kind of aura is this…” Everyone was terrified and retreated backwards. Although they were at least a thousand miles away from Feng Qingyang, the strangeness of the purple aura still frightened them. They subconsciously retreated again, fearing that they would be accidentally contaminated by it.
"This purple light is clearly a different kind of time regression, the curse of the third curse. This is a life curse! Curse everything, strip it of everything, and return it to heaven and earth!"
Qian Shangli said silently, he was not worried, he knew Feng Qingyang would solve the difficulties he was facing now with his own strength. It was his trust that made the remaining junior brothers feel relieved. In their eyes, the eldest senior brother was second only to the master.
But it was true. When he was whispering, Feng Qingyang had already felt the changes in his body, but this transformation did not change the fundamental weakness. He even felt a high degree of squeezing in his body, as if a breakthrough was imminent and he was about to burst into violence.
A gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he guessed secretly, and then turned into relief in an instant. As the saying goes, "slow and steady wins the race", his foundation was burning here, and coupled with the crystallization of the world, he had already reached a heaven-defying momentum. Now the first purple light washed him into a baby, which indirectly compressed the power in his body. And this compression brought Feng Qingyang an opportunity to change from quantitative change to qualitative change.
He retreated but instead of retreating, he moved forward, clenched his fist and swung it out suddenly, blasting at the purple mist that was spreading again. Each punch was a world, and the phantom of the big world surrounded his fist. The purple mist collapsed, like a fragile piece of white paper, which was torn into pieces by the strong wind.
After the purple energy collapsed, Feng Qingyang's appearance returned to its original state. He grew rapidly from a baby to a child, then transformed into a teenager, and finally turned into his original young man.
But at this moment, an accident happened again. The face that was supposed to stop turning into a young man suddenly turned into a middle-aged man. And at that moment, a sense of oppression came over him, as if he was high above, dominating the life and death of the world, the supreme controller. The compression in his body was expanding to the brink of eruption and was about to break through.
Feng Qingyang suppressed this desire tightly and tried to downplay the feeling of an impending breakthrough. He raised his right hand, his eyes flashed, and a rune appeared on his palm. After it appeared, he suddenly pressed it towards the void.
boom!
The purple air exploded and disappeared, and the pink divine thunder that was originally following closely behind was approaching in an instant. A kind of will was suddenly reversed under extreme circumstances, and all the collapsed things were re-condensed, even the black, red, and purple all broke away from the vortex above the sky at this moment and all appeared.
They condensed at a very fast speed. Originally they had different faces, but now they turned into one human face with facial features, but these facial features looked particularly terrifying.