"Not good!" These people were also very alert, but the speed of this big hand was extremely fast, and it caught these people in almost an instant.
In an instant, he was caught alive, turned into a ball of bloody mist, and had his blood sucked dry.
Only Wang Changchun flew farther and escaped the capture of the bloody giant beast, but the sudden appearance of a huge hand almost scared him to death.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure standing still below.
But who is this Feng Qingming that everyone in the world is looking for
He was almost scared to death. Only then did he realize how naive his original idea was. He thought that as long as he did not take any action and just provided Feng Qingming's whereabouts, there should be no danger.
He is too confident in his own abilities.
I thought Feng Qingming was just so-so, but who would have thought that when Feng Qingming made a move, I realized the gap between me and him.
The difference is like that between heaven and earth, they are not on the same level at all.
Feng Qingming just looked at Wang Changchun coldly, and another bloody hand reached out, suddenly covering the sky and the earth, trapping him in it like a dragnet, leaving him no room to escape.
"It's over. My life is over!"
At this time, Wang Changchun finally had this thought.
He even felt that the space around him was fixed and he couldn't move at all.
Suddenly, at this moment, a sword energy tore through the void and swept across the gasified hand in an instant, chopping it to pieces.
"Whiff, wheeze, wheeze!"
Wang Changchun kept gasping for breath. It felt so good to have escaped death.
He had never felt so good to be alive. This was an unprecedented feeling.
He looked carefully and saw that it was a man who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome face and a moon-white robe, as if he was a banished immortal.
He suddenly remembered who this person was. Wasn't he Lu Xuan from the Saint Clan who had been making a lot of noise recently and claimed to have directly killed his way through the Blood God Cult's headquarters
No wonder he was able to save himself from Feng Qingming.
"Finally found you, Feng Qingming!"
Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Feng Qingming below.
Feng Qingming looked at Lu Xuan above, with a bit of disgust and murderous intent in his eyes. Only he could look down on others in this way.
As the secret god of the world, the dark and supreme being, he always shows a condescending and indifferent look to others.
Now someone actually showed this expression to him!
"Are you the adult Saint?" Feng Qingming seemed to have buoyancy under his feet and flew straight into the air. "I don't like the look in your eyes. I'm going to dig him out in a moment!"
"What? Are you jealous that I'm more handsome than you? You're not as handsome as me, but I can make you die in style later!" Lu Xuan said with a faint smile.
Hearing Lu Xuan's words, Feng Qingming felt a pain in his knee, which was caused by Dongfeng 41.
Now it seems that there is indeed a big gap between the two sides, because Lu Xuan looks like a banished immortal in white clothes, while he looks a little miserable and ragged.
Apparently he had been hiding from the enemy during this period, and even though he had avoided the pursuit of Hunyuan Dao, he had no time to tidy up his appearance. Now he was caught by Lu Xuan and was humiliated.
"Sharp-tongued!"
Feng Qingming said coldly, but there was a hint of jealousy in him no matter how he looked at him. He was no longer as indifferent as he was at the beginning and he was so superior when he treated everyone as ants.
"Wait, when I break your bones and extract your marrow, I wonder if you will still be able to laugh!"
Feng Qingming looked at Lu Xuan with a bit of greed in his eyes, and it was obvious that he had regarded Lu Xuan as meat on the chopping board.
If you suck the life force of an adult saint dry, it should be enough to extend his life for many years.
"When that time comes, you will regret not kneeling before a living god!"
Feng Qingming said in a cold voice.
"A living god? He's nothing more than a stinky rat hiding in the dark, not even daring to show his face!"
Lu Xuan sneered.
At the beginning, Feng Qingming was not strong enough. When those generations of the saints were in power, Feng Qingming didn't dare to take action at all. Lu Xuan didn't know whether he had taken action secretly, but he definitely failed.
“In ten thousand years, even a pig should have been able to ascend to heaven. But you have only cultivated to the level of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head. Do you still have the nerve to call yourself a living god?” Lu Xuan showed a hint of sarcasm on his face.
Feng Qingming showed an expression of mixed shame and anger on his face. This really touched his sore spot, but his future was already blocked, and he had not been able to learn the method of Three Flowers Returning to One from the Holy Ancestor, which had delayed him until now.
“Hahahahahaha!”
Feng Qingming suddenly burst into laughter, wild and cold, with an air of "who else but me" emanating from him, not taking anything seriously.
After all, he has been secretly spying on the world for tens of thousands of years.
Three flowers appeared one by one above Feng Qingming's head.
The flower of essence, the flower of qi and blood, and the flower of primordial spirit, the three flowers gathered together on top of his head.
This was his seventh step in dominating the world. Even Xuan Yangzi had condensed the flower of his soul, but it was just a flower. However, on Feng Qingming's head, there were the genuine three flowers gathered at the top of his head.
Lu Xuan narrowed his eyes. This was the first time he saw a powerful person with three flowers gathered at the top of his head after his rebirth.
I'm afraid this is the strongest person in the entire Holy Sun Continent.
The terrifying aura swept through like a tornado, causing a loud bang that was so loud that it blocked everyone's voice.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The loud noises were like thunder exploding out of nowhere.
The sky moves with it!
It even stirred up the heaven and earth, and that strange phenomenon could be seen from hundreds of miles away.
"what is that?"
Many people looked up and saw the strange phenomenon in the sky, and their expressions changed suddenly.
"That's... the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head, it's Feng Qingming!"
At this moment, in the distance, Xuan Yangzi suddenly felt the breath of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head, and this breath made him feel very familiar, but who else could it be but Feng Qingming
Beside him, there was a group of masters of Hunyuan Dao, whose faces changed drastically at the same time. They felt a violent, uncontrollable terrifying force raging in the air.
Is that the true power of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head? The power that allows one person to suppress an entire era!
Without the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head, he might not even be qualified to fight with the opponent.
Even if the three flowers gather at the top of the head, the gap is too big.
The nightmare scene in which they were defeated by Feng Qingming single-handedly reappeared before their eyes.
(End of this chapter)