After a long silence, there was still no response.
This voice interrupted almost everything and completely changed his next plan.
But in this almost imperceptible sound, chaos suddenly arose. A bloody smell suddenly filled the spiritual world and spread slowly. It might not be noticeable for the time being, but changes had already begun in the subconscious.
"Seal the boundary... Open!"
Suddenly, the heaven and earth shook, and a harsh friction sound was heard like gears. The expressions of many ancient emperors changed. If they were filled with murderous intent before, now they were in extreme shock.
Perhaps, this world has been opened before in countless years, but each time was so long ago that when we really face this day, we will find ourselves caught off guard.
This is a kind of destruction, but also an opportunity. The sealed world is vast and sparsely populated, with many spiritual treasures and rare treasures. Although the opening of the two worlds will bring fighting, what will be more is growth in the fighting.
As the roar was heard, the sky above the entire palm world cracked for no reason, and the Haoyang hanging high in the sky began to dim. A pitch-black cloud gradually came over, as if to cover the sky and the sun.
But if you look closely, you will find that it is a struggle between two rays of light. In the cracked sky, a vortex that cannot be seen at a glance appears, and this vortex is extremely deep.
He didn't even know where the end was, and from within the vortex, he felt a cursed force. This breath might be particularly familiar to Feng Qingyang, and he might even feel happy about it.
But for countless people in the palm world, this is a deadly breath. Once the curse breath appears, it mixes in the void of the palm world. After mixing with the spiritual energy, it makes it impossible to breathe.
But this is a long process after all, but even so, there will be a day when it ends, and on that day, either you die or I die.
This war between the two worlds will not be like the ancient and medieval times, when everything returns to nothingness and the barriers between the two worlds are rebuilt, but it will move forward with the tide of time.
The modern age has come to an end, and there is no chance of rebirth from the ashes. In other words, this war between the two worlds will be the last bloody battle, and it will inevitably be extremely fierce.
Blood flowed on the road, limbs and broken walls were everywhere. This was a destiny, or perhaps fate. The spiritual world and the way of heaven were unwilling to truly perish, so they fell into a state of slumber.
The beginning of this battle also represents the time when the spiritual world's Heavenly Dao deploys its strategy and finally reaps the rewards, and truly vie with another unspeakable and unimaginable powerful being.
Feng Qingyang took a deep breath and suppressed all the distracting thoughts in his mind, but what he couldn't get rid of was the intermittent words, The king is born, and all living beings die... The Hou Zun is in chaos... It is impossible to bake the furnace of heaven and earth... This furnace... Xuanhuang!
"The birth of the king, perhaps it is talking about me. The death of all living beings represents the cruelty of the war between the two worlds, then what is the chaos of Hou Zun? Didn't Hou Zun die in the ancient times? What is the furnace of heaven and earth?" Feng Qingyang frowned, feeling extremely confused.
But at this moment, a scream came from his ears, and Feng Qingyang trembled all over. The voice came from none other than Emperor Xianxian, the descendant of the Sky-Swallowing Beast.
Turning her head, she saw Di Xianxian looking at her anxiously. Zhu Xuezhu and the snake girl who were originally standing beside her were nowhere to be seen, as if they had disappeared out of thin air.
"Big Brother, Sister Xiaozhu... was kidnapped!"
"What?" Feng Qingyang was shocked, and almost in the blink of an eye he came to Di Xianxian's side. Looking at her and the Holy Prince who were constantly anxious, he opened his Heavenly Eyes without thinking.
After surviving the catastrophe of the king, his Heavenly Eyes also broke through. Now, his eyes can almost see through the world and he can see the smallest details clearly.
"Where did he disappear to?" Feng Qingyang looked at Di Xianxian with anxiety on his face, but he suppressed it forcibly, fearing that Di Xianxian would be stimulated.
"There!" Di Xianxian stretched out her little hand and pointed in the direction where the vortex appeared.
Feng Qingyang looked in the direction of the sound. With the penetrating power of the Heavenly Eye, he could vaguely catch a trace. He kept pursuing it along the remaining opportunity. At that moment, he almost felt like he had transcended time and space.
It was like a whirlpool passage. In the passage, he suddenly saw Zhu Xuezhu and the goddess walking away, but that was not the point. The point was that there was a man standing next to them.
At the moment when Feng Qingyang glared at him, the man seemed to sense something. He turned around and glanced at Feng Qingyang indifferently. What kind of look was that
The white pupils should have looked weird, but they looked so appropriate and handsome on the man's face. There was tenderness in his gaze when it rested on Zhu Xuezhu, but when it fell on Feng Qingyang, there was an innate contempt and unique superiority.
But in Feng Qingyang's eyes, this was a symbol of strength, or even a symbol of power, so powerful that he could not touch it. The man just glanced at Feng Qingyang indifferently and then looked away, but his slightly moving lips left two words.
"Ants!"
This sound made Feng Qingyang feel like being struck by lightning. A surge of hot blood suddenly rose in his chest and he couldn't control it and spurted out. His change made Emperor Xianxian and the Holy Prince change their faces.
"Qingyang"
"Big brother!" The two spoke almost at the same time, looking at Feng Qingyang in disbelief, wondering what on earth would cause him to change like this.
"I am an ant? Then who are you?" After a long period of suffering, Feng Qingyang had already developed a heart that would never change. Although Zhu Xuezhu's unexpected departure had traumatized him deeply, he still endured it.
But beneath his seemingly indifferent appearance to outsiders, his heart was already in a tangled knot at this moment. The pain was as if his heart and liver were being ripped out, making it almost impossible to breathe.
"It's nothing. You're bound to be a little weak after the catastrophe." Looking at the two worried people, Feng Qingyang spoke calmly. He didn't want to let his weakest side show in the hearts of his closest people.
Moreover, Zhu Xuezhu's departure and the mysterious man gave him a terrible imagination, and now was the crucial moment for him to confirm his inner imagination.
If that was the case, he would definitely try his best, not to mention anything else, just to find out the truth, and more importantly, to find Zhu Xuezhu.
This time, her instant disappearance almost reminded him of the melee in the Dark Night Ghost Market that year. Zhu Xuezhu died in front of him. It was an indescribable pain.
The scar that had healed was torn open again with blood. The heart-wrenching pain, helplessness and helplessness almost made his heart collapse.
"Xiao Zhu... no matter where you go, I will find you back!" Feng Qingyang's heart sank, and he suppressed this thought deeply in his heart. He turned his normal expression and looked indifferently at the vortex above the sky.