The ancient saint didn't seem to feel the excitement emanating from the wind, and his voice was still hoarse, like a sword rubbing, "Since you can come here, I'll give you a chance, see if you can get it!" ”

"Buzz!"

With that, the ancient saint's right hand was raised slightly, and the scenery in all directions changed rapidly.

"I'm not uncommon to you, come on, just fight with me!"

"Boom !!"

A huge shadow descended from the sky and swept towards the wind.

"Good time!"

The wind swept around him and suddenly dispersed, and his handsome face was full of excitement, and his big mouth opened suddenly, as if it had turned into a black hole, and countless star imprints appeared in it.

"It's the Wind Clan's Qiankun Bureau!"

"It's worthy of the clear wind, even the legendary supernatural powers of the Wind Clan have been comprehended!"

Zhang Fengyu's two juniors couldn't help but exclaim.

At the same time, the figures of Li Mengyao and Shakyamuni also appeared in this fantasy world.

"Qiankun Bureau? Condense the brand of a thousand stars, turn into a universe, embrace everything, and annihilate everything! Li Mengyao's beautiful eyes showed a look of shock.

Although she had heard that the wind was clear and powerful for a long time, she was still shocked by what she saw with her own eyes.

Even if Feng Qingyang has no other means, just with this Qiankun situation, he can crisscross the interstellar battlefield, and in the case of the big star position Tianzun, who can kill him?

"Whew!!"

The big mouth opened and closed, and the huge face disappeared into the wind and clear mouth.

"Hiccup!"

Feng Qingyang patted his stomach, burped, and said with a smile: "It turns out that these are all the power of illusion, I thought it was a real black devil!" ”

Feng Qingyang once entered the depths of chaos and killed three thousand barbarians, so he naturally knew this black shadow.

Gu Sheng's eyes looked at Feng Qingyang indifferently, but he still didn't open his eyes, and spoke again, "You can get a part of the chance!" ”

Good luck?

In an instant, Li Mengyao and Shakyamuni's eyes were blazing.

The chance of the ancient saints, what else could it be? Naturally, it is the inheritance of the barbarians, the art of forgetting!

"I said, I don't have your chance to fight with me!"

Your special mother is not rare, we are rare!

Even the Buddha of Shakyamuni couldn't stand it, and he wanted to replace the wind and accept the opportunity of the ancient saints.

"Boom !!"

Without waiting for the ancient saint to answer, the wind was clear and strode across the sky, the stars and moon appeared around him, and there was a round of planetary imprints revealing the ancient vicissitudes of life above his head.

"The legendary star?" Li Mengyao's pupils contracted suddenly.

It is rumored that Feng Qingyang has a combat power comparable to that of an ancient saint, and the biggest reason for this is not that he has comprehended the Qiankun Bureau, nor because he has another trace of immortal blood, but because of his will, he has fused with a planet that was born.

The stars have a will.

However, stars with a will are not suitable for living beings.

To put it simply, living beings cannot merge with the will of the living stars, because once the stars are born, then the will of the living beings and the will of the stars will be implicated in each other. If, in this case, someone tries to merge with the will of the living planet, then there is only one ending, and that is to be torn apart by countless wills.

In the twelve star fields of the interstellar battlefield, there are many stars that have given birth to saints, but they all have living beings.

Therefore, no one knows where Feng Qingyang found a star that gave birth to a saint, but now there is no living life, which is simply incredible.

"Come on, let me see the power of the ancient saints!"

Feng Qingyang's face was excited, his eyes were burning with fierce fighting intent, and the whole person suddenly melted, turning wind and rain, weird and gratuitous.

"Boom !!"

The eyes of the ancient saints, who had been closed all along, suddenly opened at the moment when the planetary imprint appeared.

There was only pure blood red in those eyes.

It's as glamorous as a ruby, it's cold!

"The Wind Rises !!"

"Boom la la !!"

With the wind blowing as the center, a radius of hundreds of miles, covered by endless winds, each wind is like a divine weapon, tearing the space.

You must know that the space here is very hard, Ye Feng can only twist it with a random punch.

"Wind Surge !!"

"Woo woo woo !!"

It's like a battle horn from ancient times, which makes you feel like your blood is boiling.

"It's one of the strongest supernatural powers of the Wind Clan!" As a disciple of Qimen, Zhao Xincang is naturally well-informed, and it is difficult for him to be shocked by ordinary things.

But now, he was really frightened by the ability of the wind to blow.

The Wind Rises and Surges, and it is one of the strongest magical powers of the Wind Clan, and it is rumored that once it is cast, its combat power will increase exponentially. More importantly, this supernatural power is not only effective for the caster, as long as it is a person of the Wind Clan, when they feel the power of this supernatural power, their combat power will be more or less improved.

The person of the Wind Clan who comprehends this magical power is definitely the treasure bump of the Wind Clan, under normal circumstances, it is impossible to let it come out to practice, in case it falls, it will be a huge loss for the entire Wind Clan.

However, after seeing Feng Qingyang's strength, Zhao Xincang also understood why the Feng Clan was willing to release Feng Qingyang, and with the combat effectiveness of this product, he would be afraid of danger?

Zhang Fengyu's eyes unexpectedly appeared with black eyeballs, no different from ordinary people's eyes, staring at the figure that used his magical powers to pull the ancient saint into the endless wind. couldn't help but sigh, "With his strength, he is destined to become a supreme power to dominate the interstellar battlefield." ”

Shakyamuni slowly closed his eyes, folded his hands, and kept opening and closing his lips, but no sound came out.

"Boom !!"

"Bang!"

"it!"

"What's the situation?"

Just when everyone sighed at the strength of the clear wind, an embarrassed figure suddenly fell out of the hurricane, accompanied by a puff of blood.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Feng Qingyang gasped and coughed violently, and his entire chest was sunken in.

Everyone was stunned.

It's as strong as the wind, and it can't even resist the three breaths of the ancient saints?

Catching up with everyone's stunned gazes, Feng Qingyang's face showed a touch of embarrassment, coughed dryly, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted, "Special mother, dignified ancient saint, you actually cheated, Lao Tzu is not convinced, come again!! ”

After saying that, Feng Qingyang's figure moved, and he disappeared into the hurricane.

Suddenly, terrifying energy fluctuations swept out from the hurricane wind, pressing Li Mengyao and the others to quickly retreat.

With the wind clear and the ancient saint as the center, with a radius of three thousand miles, the air cracked and turned into a pure black hole, as if it was about to devour everything, but it was suppressed by a mysterious force and could not spread too far.

Secretly, Ye Feng hugged the little earth dog and carefully submerged into the storm.

As soon as he entered the hurricane, Ye Feng felt cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the endless cold chill should not appear in the world at all.

This kind of cold is not formed by too low temperature, but by self-consciousness and sea out, just like ...... Sentiment.

It's like joy and sorrow.

[Fourth Update!] 】

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