"It feels so good to be alive." Feng Qingyang stood up from the mud, shook his body, and stretched his muscles. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound of explosion.
The severely injured bones have basically healed, and the magic power has not been exhausted. On the contrary, it is still exceptionally full. The effect of the tree heart is simply amazing. It was originally planned to be used in the emperor's calamity, but unexpectedly it was used in advance.
But before life, it is obvious who is more important. His eyes are cold, with a hint of anger, his heart is calm, but there are ups and downs in the undercurrent.
"Quasi-saint... Hunyuanzi!" Feng Qingyang murmured in a low voice, and casually tore away the barrier covering the four directions. When the aura of the battlefield between the two worlds was madly infused in, he suddenly discovered.
It has been half a month since we last saw each other, but it feels like a long time. The battlefield between the two worlds is now filled with a strong bloody force. When you open your heavenly eyes, you can see rising red threads everywhere.
The full moon in the sky also turned blood red during this half month, but the strange thing was that there was a blank space in the center of the blood red. The existence of this blank space made the originally terrifying blood moon suddenly look a little evil.
"Could it be him..." Feng Qingyang was doubtful, remembering that day when he was defeated and fled, and the opponent's rampage. Perhaps this was the reason why the battlefield between the two worlds advanced.
"Boy, besides offending your enemies all day long, what else can you be capable of?" As he pondered, the mixed-feathered bird on his shoulder muttered weakly, with its wings drooping and a listless look on his face.
"And each one is more powerful than the other. This time you actually provoked a Quasi-Saint. Quasi-Saint, if I were at my peak, this would be just an ant. But now, even dealing with such an ant has almost exhausted all my strength."
"You can't blame me for this, okay..." Feng Qingyang smiled awkwardly, his face a little embarrassed. His original anger also disappeared, leaving only a pair of eyes flashing with a vast brilliance, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
“Compared to the Half Saint, the existence of the Quasi Saint is much more powerful. In fact, after the Dao Transformation Realm you mentioned, there are two more realms, namely the Half Saint, Quasi Saint, and finally the Saint!
The monk Du'e, whom you converted back then, was actually at the peak of quasi-sainthood. He was only one step away from becoming a saint. Regardless of whether you can enlighten him or not, he can achieve the status of a saint. It's just a matter of time.
The quasi-saint you fought with just now seemed to have just broken through, and his unstable aura made it impossible for him to control his own strength. Otherwise, you would have died long ago with your tiny body." Seeing that Feng Qingyang didn't care, Zamaoniao said unhappily.
"However, if I'm not mistaken, judging from his tone, he should be a disciple of a certain Saint Lord today. Otherwise, he would never know you and Qian Shangli. Didn't he kick the Lord of the City of Sin? Speaking of which, he is also a freak."
Feng Qingyang listened silently to the mixed-haired bird's muttering. Although he appeared to be indifferent, countless thoughts flashed through his mind. After the semi-saint, is there a quasi-saint
Currently, he is only in the middle stage of Zombie King, yet he can challenge a Half-Saint. However, in front of a Quasi-Saint, he has no power to fight back. I'm afraid that if he wants to truly duel with him, he will have to break through to the peak of Zombie King at least.
Having made up his mind, Feng Qingyang gave up the idea of going to the Holy Prince. If he went there now, he would only bring trouble to the other party. It would be better for him to find a place to retreat and improve his cultivation.
He has been in an endless battle all the time, so maybe it is not a bad thing to calm down and reflect. But if he wants to reflect, there is only one place he can go.
Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly released a startling look, and after restraining his breath, he quickly rushed towards the direction of the Palm Realm... Three days later, he finally arrived at the vortex leading to the Palm Realm.
Compared with the strictness of the sealed boundary, this place seems much looser. After all, the overall strength of the boundary is much greater than that of the strong country's sealed boundary. And here, there is a faint light flashing all the time.
Those were powerful figures who were teleported in quickly and then merged into the war. However, Feng Qingyang's arrival did not attract everyone's attention. After all, he had restrained his aura and his cultivation was neither high nor low, so he was just at a stage where he was ignored.
He crossed the vortex, and after a long teleportation, he finally returned to the palm world.
Almost immediately after he appeared in the palm world, his whole body suddenly shook imperceptibly. The sky of the palm world, which had originally been filled with spiritual energy, now revealed a hint of death.
Although it was not too strong, it had made the originally clear sky dim. He was puzzled, but suddenly he discovered the changes in the sky.
The full moon that was originally located in the battlefield between the two worlds actually appeared in the palm world. A halo spread around it. After the halo appeared, it instantly spread throughout the palm world. It seemed that this was why death appeared in this world.
"Even if there is no result on the battlefield between the two worlds, are you going to destroy these?" Feng Qingyang lowered his head, his messy hair blocking his bright eyes.
Everything has become clear. After the death of the Tree God, the sealed world slowly began to collapse, and the control world was also gradually being swallowed by the death energy. Isn't this a pre-set situation
It is true that under the law of heaven, we are all ants, without the right to control our own lives.
"The rebellion of Hou Zun... Perhaps this catastrophe was instigated by you." Feng Qingyang murmured to himself. Just as he said this, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the void, blowing away his words.
Feng Qingyang sneered disdainfully, and his body, which was fixed in place, turned into a bright light and flew towards the City of Sin. Half a day later, he reappeared in the Nine Heavens Palace.
This was the first time he came back here since he left last time. He did not go to look for his fellow disciples, but went straight to the Demon Cliff and sat cross-legged on the ground.
With his eyes closed, he soon fell into a deep meditation. If he really had to choose one of the top ten places for retreat, this would have to be it.
Whether it was safety or stability, or this scratched Demonic Cliff, what he brought was like a stone falling into the sea, and was quickly swallowed up by the boundless sea water.
But what he didn't know was that after he came here, the aura of several hurricanes standing in the Nine Heavens Palace all began to change suddenly. What's worse, in the sky here, wind and clouds gathered, and soon intertwined to form a face that looked particularly kind.
This face is a little blurry, but one glance is enough to engrave it deeply in the deepest part of your heart. Even after ten thousand years, you can never forget this wrinkled face, because he is the lord of the city of sin!