The old man in tortoise shell in the white mist stared with a pair of stern eyes, his expression gloomy and cold. He followed the dragon turtle in front of him and turned into a black light and rushed straight towards Feng Qingyang.
The same was true for the statues in other directions. The dragon-head statue raised its hand and waved it. After the void split open, a hundred-foot-long one-horned and double-headed dragon suddenly appeared and swooped down, like a golden shears that was about to cut through the sky and earth.
The remaining two people looked at each other, and actually joined forces to cast a formation, locked onto the Holy Prince, and left with a bang.
"A quasi-saint?" Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank. The aura leaked by the other party was between a semi-saint and a quasi-saint. Thinking of this, he secretly had a headache. He didn't expect to be involved in another big battle.
The two-headed dragon and the dragon turtle flew in the clouds, and the demonic aura was overwhelming. The two old men in the back joined forces to act. After summoning the dragon, the old man with the dragon head once again used a powerful seal.
The wind and clouds changed color, and the world shrouded in white fog was suddenly filled with murderous intent: "Penglai Fairy Mountain!" An angry shout came, and as soon as he finished speaking.
A huge mirage suddenly appeared above Feng Qingyang's head, surrounded by fairy air, and the huge Penglai Fairy Mountain was shaped like an inverted cone and smashed down towards him.
It was just a meeting, and the four awakened old men joined forces to construct such a powerful killing formation. And judging from their appearance, they were not like the golden statues on the periphery who had no thoughts, but they separated Feng Qingyang and the Holy Prince in an instant, as if to prevent them from joining forces.
Feng Qingyang's eyes were full of ferocity, he was not a soft persimmon, and the Holy Prince became stronger when facing a stronger opponent. Although the two were separated, they were not afraid at all, their fighting spirit was so strong, why should they hesitate to fight
He did not retreat but advanced. The moment the dragon turtle arrived, he raised his hand and punched the red zone of the void. In the blink of an eye, his originally slender arm turned into a ferocious right arm of the Qilin Zun in the air, with scales flashing. There was a loud bang, and the two of them crossed straight down, and his fist instantly touched the opponent's **.
There was a loud rumbling sound, echoing in the void. The moment the fist made contact, the dragon turtle quickly retreated like a kite with a broken string, but it did not retreat far. Its huge body broke into pieces and turned into several black lights that escaped into the body of the old man in tortoise shell.
He did not stop. After the dragon turtle collapsed, he suddenly rose into the air, clasped his hands together, pointed at the oncoming two-headed dragon, and muttered, "Transform into a demon!"
As soon as he said this, a monstrous demonic energy suddenly burst out from his snow-white body. The moment this demonic energy appeared, it dispersed the evil spirit on the dragon's body, and a terrifyingly sharp light turned into a finger and slashed down from the sky.
At this moment, astonishing demonic energy mixed with murderous energy suddenly enveloped the oncoming two-headed dragon. The overflowing murderous intent locked onto it firmly, not giving it any chance to resist. At the moment of contact, it was forcibly cut off from the center, splitting it into two.
I have never felt that screams could be so pleasant. After the dragon landed, it also turned into black light and dissipated. Looking up at the sky quickly pressing down on the nearby Penglai Fairy Mountain, Feng Qingyang's face showed a hint of coldness, the corners of his mouth slightly wrinkled, and his white teeth suddenly appeared. He sank slightly, turned his palm over and pressed upwards: "Nirvana!"
At that moment, he seemed to have turned into a piece of heaven and earth. The black light curtain spread in all directions, and at an uncanny speed, it rapidly devoured the white mist in the void.
Almost at the moment when the two words came out of his mouth, there was a loud bang, and the void in front of him exploded. The rolled back black mist quickly turned into a huge black hole, and the harsh friction sound echoed and scattered in all directions.
The storm gently pushed the black hole forward, and the black hole suddenly enlarged. At that moment, an unprecedented aura of annihilation emanated from the black hole, and it crashed into the Penglai Fairy Mountain like a devastating force.
Boom boom boom boom!
The void was shaking, and under this shaking, Feng Qingyang retreated hundreds of steps, his face pale. It sounds slow, but in fact it all happened in a flash.
The continuous vibrations stretched on and on, and bursts of screams were heard from the Penglai Fairy Mountain. Feng Qingyang fixed his eyes and looked at the collapsed Penglai Fairy Mountain, but saw that the other party was actually a prehistoric beast entrenched in the sea. At this moment, under the silence caused by the black hole, its body collapsed, blood rained from the sky, and under the fishy wind, the fierce murderous intent came again.
The dragon-headed old man roared angrily, clasped his hands together, and pressed hard at the void. The Penglai Fairy Mountain, which was about to shatter, trembled, and then suddenly gathered together, as if it was unharmed, and it was forcing forward with a monstrous demonic energy.
Feng Qingyang looked normal, his brows glowing with light, and spell runes swirled out. Hurry up and enlarge it as he overlapped it.
"Curse the sky!"
Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color, and a terrifying pressure spread out from the curse runes. Black clouds rolled around, and the power that cursed everything made the Holy Prince's hair stand on end.
After filling the heaven and earth, it swept through the Penglai Immortal Mountain and collided with it again. A roar suddenly appeared. This was the power of the curse sky driving the rules of the curse. This kind of curse power was almost above countless curse masters.
Feng Qingyang's whole body shook, and this time, unlike before, he directly spat out two mouthfuls of thick blood. His body flew backwards, knocking down two towering mountains in succession.
After all, the opponent was too powerful, between a semi-saint and a quasi-saint, and there were two of them. Even someone as strong as Feng Qingyang would still be suppressed and beaten.
If he was in such a miserable state, let alone the Holy Prince who was even weaker. He was in tatters, with a big hole in his chain mail. The wound was so deep that the bone could be seen, which looked horrifying.
He was almost beaten to pieces, but even so, he never frowned. In the way of fighting, one becomes stronger when facing a strong opponent. Moreover, after he fell into the path of evil, he was no longer afraid of life or death.
Not to mention being in a miserable state, it can be said to be extremely tragic. That look would be shocking to anyone who saw it.
"Brother Monkey!" Feng Qingyang was horrified. If anything happened to the Holy Prince, he would be traumatized for the rest of his life.
Enduring the intense pain all over his body, he stepped forward and came to the side of the Holy Prince like a leap. Looking at the bleeding Prince and his own miserable state, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"How is it!" The Holy Prince couldn't help but frowned when he saw Feng Qingyang's miserable condition. After being eaten by the demonized Dou Zhidao master, he fought like a madman and could hardly feel any pain.
"What else can we do? Are we going to capsize in the gutter?" Feng Qingyang's eyes fixed as he watched the four people in front of him gather together, come together, and ride on the clouds that covered the sky and the sun.
"What are you afraid of? Could it be that these old things who have been dead for countless years also want to take our lives?"