The Holy Prince laughed wildly, stretched out his hand to casually wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, ignored the wounds on his body, held the golden stick upside down with one hand, his eyes were like torches, he was arrogant, and glared at the four old men who were pressing towards him.
Feng Qingyang's blood boiled. The way of fighting is an extremely masculine thing. It is better to die in glory than to live in disgrace. If the Holy Prince is not afraid of him, how could he let his reputation down
For a moment, the two were full of passion, and their desperate situation actually aroused the unyielding spirit of fighting like trapped beasts. He raised his knife with his backhand, and the Blood Dance Demon Sword hummed, as if its original murderous spirit was awakened by the final passion.
It had already merged with the Xuanhuang Broken Sword, so how rampant was it at this moment? At that moment, it seemed that a strange thought was about to be born, but the moment it appeared, it was severely suppressed by Feng Qingyang's blood.
Four old men came galloping, and the one in the front was still the man in tortoise shell. He seemed to be the leader here, and lightning and thunder were heard wherever he passed. He clasped his hands together, chanted strange spells, and ancient inscriptions appeared from the sky and earth.
One could even see the roundness of his body, the powerful aura rising continuously, and he was about to break through the threshold of Quasi-Sage. This scene fell into Feng Qingyang's eyes, and he was horrified. How could he let him get what he wanted? He raised his right hand and pointed forward, and said in a sinister and sinister voice: "Seal!"
At this moment, he used the power of his world to bring down the rules, and the artistic conception of sealing appeared out of thin air. The eyes of the old man who returned home became dull for an instant. He clearly felt that at the moment when this artistic conception descended, his body seemed to be entangled by countless thin silk threads, even his soul and blood were entangled and bound.
"The artistic conception of sealing!" He had a strange look on his face and blurted out in anger. Just as he was about to say something again, he was smashed to the ground by a golden stick that fell from the sky.
With his magic power and soul sealed, he was like a ball of mud. Under the big stick, he was like a fragile glass cup, which broke into pieces with a snap, and even his soul was suddenly cracked in an instant.
The cooperation between the two was seamless, and Feng Qingyang didn't even mention it to the Saint Prince deliberately. As soon as the state of sealing came out, the Saint Prince's great way of fighting followed closely and crushed it.
Everything happened in a flash. When the old man in tortoise shell reacted, he had already fallen to the ground. But the strange thing was that although his soul and body were torn apart, they did not explode. The tortoise shell on his body firmly held the broken body, and it was shining as if it would recover at any time.
The changes of the old man in tortoise shell were all under Feng Qingyang's watch, but it was too late for him to think too much. Almost suddenly, he jumped up in an instant, stepped down from the sky, and came to the side of the glowing tortoise shell below. He clenched his fist and the right arm of Huo Zun suddenly appeared. Without thinking, he roared and smashed down at the tortoise shell fiercely.
There was a loud bang, and the world trembled. The ground spread out in all directions with the old man in tortoise shell as the center. It was covered with spider-web-like cracks amidst the sounds of crackling. But what shocked him was that after this punch, the tortoise shell did not show any signs of collapse. Instead, it quickly flashed with strange light.
At this moment, as the old man in tortoise shell landed on the ground, the three people in the sky seemed to be possessed. They ignored the Holy Prince and went straight to Feng Qingyang on the ground. The demonic aura was so strong that it almost turned this world into a demon world.
The Holy Prince was horrified. If these three people joined forces, Feng Qingyang would be doomed. Thinking of this, he bit his lip, raised the stick and integrated it into the Great Dao of Fighting. He turned his body into the Great Dao and crushed Feng Qingyang. No matter what, he had to block this first wave of attacks for Feng Qingyang.
"Blast the tortoise shell!" Feng Qingyang ordered. Although he was on the ground, he was also watching all directions. He saw the changes of the Holy Prince and the others. As soon as he said this, the Holy Prince, who turned into golden light, suddenly reversed direction, passed by everyone and came to the sky above Feng Qingyang. The Great Way of Fighting suppressed it with a bang.
Amidst a loud bang, dust flew up, and the surging earth rose up like a waterfall, crashing into the oncoming three people.
The ground shook, the tortoise shell flickered, and the earth sank more than ten feet under the crush of the avenue. However, the strange thing was that the tortoise shell still flickered with a mysterious light, intact as before, without any change, except that the luster was a little dimmer.
Feng Qingyang frowned, wondering how this tortoise shell could be so strong. Then he looked at the broken old man's body below, which was rapidly repairing under the flow of the tortoise shell. This repair could not be reversed, and even he could only watch helplessly.
No matter whether it was his own Houzun's right arm or the Holy Prince's fighting path, they could not erase it. It was indeed a thousand-year-old turtle, hard to the degree of a demon, Feng Qingyang sighed secretly.
“Brother Monkey, this guy is a monster, an old turtle that can’t be killed…” Feng Qingyang frowned suddenly, glanced at the Saint Prince who was in doubt, and looked into the void again. The three men had already broken through the rising dust and came to kill him again.
"No, we must suppress him." Feng Qingyang said resolutely, his tone unquestionable. He stared deeply at the tortoise shell below, the heart-pounding feeling shook his soul.
There is no denying that the threat posed by this tortoise shell to him is greater than that posed by the three old men chasing him from behind. He has a hunch that if he wants to kill the other three, he must first kill the old man with the tortoise shell.
"Hide the truth from the world!" Suddenly, the gloomy Feng Qingyang quickly made hand gestures with his hands. While doing so, his palms flipped towards the void, and the void was filled with sparkling top-grade spirit stones and special materials.
The stars turned upside down, and the originally dim world suddenly became as bright as day. In the empty void, there were ten suns standing between heaven and earth, looking up to the sky and illuminating every inch of land below.
"This formation can only hold off three people from the outside for a moment, but it is enough for us to find a way to stew this thousand-year-old turtle." Feng Qingyang said in a deep voice, and then he focused his gaze on the tortoise shell again, looking at the flickering light above, which was as dazzling as the sun.
Feng Qingyang concentrated and held his breath. The absolute silence allowed him to feel the slightest movement of the tortoise shell. It seemed as if there was a heartbeat inside, and the rhythmic beating stimulated his own blood flow.
Looking back, as expected, not only himself, but even the Holy Prince, was bleeding at a faster rate under this rhythm. If this continued, they would both be killed in a short while.
Although it was very faint, but in this silent environment, it sounded like the sound of divine thunder to the two people's ears, rolling in and almost continuously.