Feng Qingyang's face gradually became gloomy. He looked at the ten bright suns above his head. One of them had gone out. If the remaining nine were all extinguished, then he and the Saint Prince would be facing three people who were powerful enough to be quasi-saints.
As a king, he was not beaten to pieces by the opponent, but every collision still frightened him. Although he could bear it, he was still completely defeated by the opponent!
Slowly, the two men's breathing became rapid, and under the beating of the tortoise shell, the Holy Prince's fighting ability actually began to weaken. This weakness came from the inside out, as if it grew out of his body.
"Brother Monkey." Feng Qingyang called out, but the other party didn't answer. He suddenly used his magic power to lift up the other party's drooping head. When he took a look, he was immediately shocked.
At this moment, his face was as pale as gold paper, and his breathing was slow and steady. However, this steadyness was gradually synchronizing with the beating of the tortoise shell. If it continued like this, wouldn't it be...
Thinking of this, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. In panic, he bit his finger, raised his hand and practiced dancing in the air. A halo grew, and the lingering light quickly condensed into a talisman in the void.
This talisman combines the meaning of sealing. When it took shape, he immediately pressed it on the chest of the Holy Prince. At that moment, a voice of anger appeared in his mind. Feng Qingyang ignored the other party and pressed his fingers firmly on the chest of the Holy Prince until the other party's heartbeat was synchronized with the tortoise shell again. The blood that was originally flowing out gradually stopped under this talisman.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The heaven and earth were shaking. The illusory barrier was shaking violently all the time. Of the ten shining suns in the sky, only eight were left. Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth and became ruthless.
He took a look at the glowing tortoise shell, formed seals with his hands, and the third eye between his eyebrows opened. After the spell rune appeared, it was imprinted on it with a bang. Until this moment, the tortoise shell stopped beating temporarily.
Wiping a cold sweat off his forehead, Feng Qingyang stood up from the ground, looked at the peaceful tortoise shell and the Holy Prince who was sealed by him, remained silent for a moment, and finally flew out of the barrier. In order to fight internal battles, one must first stabilize external forces. If the outside world does not stop the attack, how can he suppress this strange tortoise shell with peace of mind
When he reappeared in the void, as soon as his breath emerged, he was locked onto by the other three old men. When the old man with tortoise shell disappeared, they almost went crazy.
Although he could not see the barrier cast by Feng Qingyang, his aimless and indiscriminate attacks still began to destroy the entire barrier. Fortunately, he appeared in time and temporarily attracted the opponent's attention.
"A few old monsters who have lived for thousands of years want to kill me, Feng Qingyang. You don't have that ability." He said in a low voice, his eyes became even gloomier, and his body suddenly transformed into two wings. With a slight flash, a huge whirlwind suddenly emerged. With the power of the whirlwind, he quickly rushed to the rear.
With Feng Qingyang's current cultivation level, he is far from the weak one he was back then. He is now at the peak of the Zombie King realm, with immense strength. His physical strength alone is worth billions. After his body reaches perfection, he is even more powerful. There are actually not many things that can pose a fatal threat to his body.
Unless one's cultivation has reached the level of semi-saint or quasi-saint, thus crossing a great realm, otherwise, it will absolutely not pose a fatal threat to him.
But now, there are three powerful elders who are above the level of half-saints. Together, they have reached the level of quasi-saints. The realm of quasi-saints is something Feng Qingyang cannot resist no matter what.
The reason why he had been able to hold on until now was entirely because of luck. After all, the opponent was a thousand-year-old monster, and he probably hadn't fought for many years, so he was a little stiff and slow. If he let the opponent recover fully, then that would be the time of his death.
Feng Qingyang's hair stood on end. He hadn't experienced this feeling of escaping life and death for a long time. As he rushed through the void, his eyes narrowed. Although he did not look behind him, the strong pressure of being locked still frightened him.
To run at such a speed, he had to rely on the power of the talisman and impose the rules of wind on himself. Only in this way could he barely avoid the opponent's attack range. But this was only enough. As long as the power of the talisman was exhausted and the speed was reduced a little, it would only take a breath of time for him to be caught up by the three old men behind him.
Everyone was running at lightning speed, and he was fleeing in a panic. He didn't know how many hurricanes he crashed into along the way. Wherever he passed, the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart.
The three old men at the back couldn't catch up, and became more and more violent. Their terrifying magical powers and power overflowed and collapsed, turning everywhere, flowing in all directions and almost piercing through the heaven and earth.
As he was running, just when the power of the curse on Feng Qingyang began to weaken, the magical power came from behind. He could not dodge in time and had no way to retreat, so he could only resist with his body.
Boom!
Like a cannonball, he fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string, and smashed deeply into the ground, not stopping until he was several feet deep. Before he could even get up, the three monks in the sky came together and used their magical powers to escape.
The ancient cultivators, whether in terms of their understanding of the great Dao or their powerful magical powers, were much higher than those of later generations. After all, that was their ancient glory.
Feng Qingyang's hair stood on end. How could this be unbearable? In panic, he didn't care about his image anymore. He pressed his palm downwards, and the ground began to shake. Countless pieces of land as solid as rocks flew up.
The ground with his palm facing downwards was shaking as a crack appeared on it that was ten thousand feet deep. He turned into a stream of light and flashed into it. Since there was no way to the sky, he had to create a way to escape underground.
He was fleeing madly and was in an extremely miserable state, but the three old men behind him showed no sign of stopping at all. They locked onto Feng Qingyang with a strong force and pressed him down madly.
So when Feng Qingyang sank to five thousand feet, he could no longer go deeper. Behind him, three powerful auras were madly locking onto him, and it seemed that they were going to fight to the death.
"Fuck your ancestors, they are chasing me so closely." Feng Qingyang cursed loudly, but after that, he continued to flee forward, his palm imprinted on the rock on the left. He turned 90 degrees in an emergency and narrowly avoided the powerful magical power that was bombarding him from behind.
"Damn it." He was running fast, but was still bombarded by the aftermath of the powerful immortal magic. Although his body did not collapse, the piercing pain still made him grimace.
Escaping like this is not a solution after all. Feng Qingyang's eyes became gloomy and turned particularly red. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and at this moment he realized that he had made a fatal mistake.
Since they are chasing me relentlessly, there must be a reason, and that reason must be the old man in tortoise shell who was sealed in the barrier by me. It would be more accurate to say that they are chasing the old man in tortoise shell who disappeared from my body rather than chasing me.