As soon as these words were spoken, countless lotus flowers suddenly blossomed in the empty space centered on the blue lotus. There were countless blue flowers that filled the air, turning the place into a sea of flowers in an instant.
Feng Qingyang sneered. Now that his trump card had been exposed, he might as well make a scene. His mind quickly changed. He formed seals with one hand, and cast countless spells, injecting them into the blue lotuses in the sky.
His eyes flashed with cold light. It had been a long time since he had been so crazy. The flashing red light made everyone feel as if their souls had been annihilated. At this moment, he pinched the spell with his hands. When a lotus gradually condensed at his fingertips, he shouted in a hurry: "Bloom!"
All the flowers in the sky blossomed at once, green... The green light covered the sky and almost turned it into his absolute prison. In all four directions, there were four flower columns rising into the sky.
It is about a hundred feet high, with thick veins like the body of a coiled dragon, winding and circling up into the sky. A huge flower bud appears at the top, blooming in an instant, and lotus powder fills the air.
Feng Qingyang did not stop, but madly used his magic power. His mind was in a particularly ethereal state at this moment. He stared at the nearest pistil in front of him and shouted again: "Flower fall!"
Countless green lotus petals suddenly fell from the top of the standing pistil, accompanied by pollen that filled the void, like crystal clear starlight, and wherever it passed, it spread its absolute beauty. The feeling of being shocked at the sight of it was really chilling.
This green lotus is not an offensive magical power, but a defensive magical power that Feng Qingyang gradually comprehended after a long period of nurturing. At this moment, he pointed his hands forward, and the falling petals suddenly stopped.
Like the scales of a blue dragon, even though it was a green world, it still couldn't stop the sharpness and crystal clearness inside. Feng Qingyang remained calm, and after watching the light curtain gradually evolve, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"We must not lose this battle. If we lose, we will die, and the winner will live!" Feng Qingyang murmured, with lingering madness in his tone. You have to know that the four opponents, when working together, have the cultivation level of quasi-saints.
It is obviously unwise to confront him head-on. Although he is strong, he is not arrogant and ignorant. Isn't it self-destructive to try to hit a rock with an egg
There was only one thing he wanted to do, and that was to delay - to delay time until the Xuanhuang Sword completely opened the ancient coffin. That would be when he would win. No matter what he would face after that, at least - he was still alive.
Outside the green flower sea, four old men had ferocious looks on their faces. Seeing the ancient coffin glowing brightly, they felt anxious. They were ordered to guard the ancient coffin here to prevent the coffin of the person in the tomb from being disturbed by the outside world.
Tens of thousands of years passed, or even countless tens of thousands of years, and they even forgot about the world. Even though the outside world had passed the Middle Ages and even reached the end of the modern times, they had already been guarding this place motionlessly.
Although seemingly impermanent, in fact, the long years of guarding have long worn away their minds. They are not real lives, but have voluntarily transformed into tomb spirits in this ancient tomb.
If the ancient coffin is broken, then they will soon disappear with the world. At the moment of life and death, there is naturally no room for choice. Either Feng Qingyang dies or they die. If they really have to make a choice, it is to kill Feng Qingyang no matter what means are used.
The old man in tortoise shell frowned deeply, glanced at the people around him, and said, "Cang Ling, have you ever thought about the consequences of him breaking the ancient coffin?"
Several people nodded at the same time, but then shook their heads. At this moment, everyone's eyes were a little blurred, and they couldn't tell what they felt. They had been guarding for countless years, sitting here in boredom. Although they were alive, they were like fallen. That kind of loneliness and desolation, even if they had powerful strength, what did it matter? It still couldn't fill the emptiness in their hearts.
“We can’t die. No one can die.” After a moment of silence, seeing that no one was talking, the old man with the tortoise shell had a murderous look in his eyes and said, “If this man is not eliminated, Taihao Immortal Palace will definitely be destroyed. Although he took the tortoise shell, we have to give him the rest according to the master’s wishes. But in fact, we have already done so, but he is still unsatisfied and continues to move forward, so… the remaining choices are also ours. If I don’t want to die, then he must die!”
As he spoke, he flipped his palm and took out a silver needle, about three feet long and as thin as a hair. It looked like a gust of wind could cut the needle in half. But in fact, the power of this silver needle was far more than that. It surpassed the supreme existence of the Supreme Taoist weapon. It was worth using it to kill Feng Qingyang.
He silently glanced ahead, and finally stretched out his hand and pushed forward. A sharp sound was piercing, cutting through the sky and colliding with Qinglian's absolute defense. The destructive power that could shatter everything suddenly echoed throughout the tomb, and even cleared the void and appeared in the outside world.
The silver needle was very fast, like a withering blade. Although Qinglian was powerful, it could not withstand its tiny size. Feng Qingyang's magic power was like the boundless sea, seemingly surging and majestic, but when facing this silver needle, he seemed to have no power to resist.
The speed of its flight was so fast that even with Feng Qingyang's open third eye, he was unable to catch any trace of the silver needle. It seemed that it was not flying in a straight line, but was circling around his body, trying to find the right opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to him.
Bang bang sounds were heard, and each sound represented that the silver needle had broken through a lotus leaf's defense. Continuously, a feeling of life and death crisis was transmitted across Feng Qingyang's heart and enveloped his entire body. He knew the combined cultivation level of these people, and knew the gap between himself and them. He even knew that even if he resisted desperately, it might be of no avail.
When the silver needle shuttled through the lotus leaves, the old man with tortoise shell pinched his hands together, pressed lightly towards the void, and said: "The sky is broken!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the silver needle transformed in an instant, from one to two, from two to three, and in the middle of heaven and earth, in addition to the absolute pure blue color, a white chain also appeared.
Moreover, with the two words 'sky broken' before, those silver needles that turned into white chains began to change from the shape of chains, and finally turned into undulating waves, like a white meridian, shuttling through the entire Qinglian's defense. The funny thing is that although this is the absolute world controlled by Feng Qingyang, he is actually powerless against the white chains in it.
Boom!
Suddenly, the white chain launched the first wave of attack. The loud noises were earth-shaking. Every resonance made Feng Qingyang's body tremble. Under the impact of the white chain, a gap was created in the inner layer of defense, and it approached Feng Qingyang directly.
He shook his body, took a slight step forward, pinched a seal with one hand, and his teeth turned suddenly white.