Reborn from the fire, the wind clears the body and turns into the strongest, and even directly wins the level of the ancient god Zun.

However, it does not mean that when he reaches that realm, the Heavenly Dao will recognize him from the beginning, on the contrary, the pressure he is facing at this time is unprecedented, almost unimaginable.

He took another step forward, the heavens and the earth roared, at this moment, whether it was Qian Yan Li or Mingdaozi, they were full of shock, and the ancient god painting was full of surprise, with her cultivation and status, it was just a little thought, and she understood the original.

With his breath and blood surging wildly, he almost couldn't suppress a mouthful of purple-gold blood, and a vague feeling suddenly appeared in front of him, and his body, behind this finger, completely turned into a bloody person.

The rich smell of blood spread in all directions, and suddenly it was like a gust of wind, sweeping the heavens and the earth, and in Feng Qingyang's body, there were bursts of roars, he was very powerful, but at the same time as powerful, he had to bear the heavenly power exerted by the entire Spirit Realm Heavenly Dao.

The perfection of the physical body, obviously, has touched the sleeping Venerable, given time, I am afraid that there will be a final decisive battle, the direction of the Dingding spiritual realm, is it decay and destruction, or is it reborn in the end of the law?

The vigorous blood of the corpse king flowed all over his body, frantically resisting this invisible heavenly power, so that Feng Qingyang had just formed a balance, as long as he used mana or strength, the balance would be broken, and the power of heavenly power would erode his body in an instant, giving the other party a heavy blow. It seems that his current strength was originally the trajectory of the fate arrangement, but in this trajectory, he didn't want him to be too cheap, so that when Feng Qingyang raised two fingers and wanted to kill the bastard, he would be subjected to such a violent backlash. "Qingyang, what's wrong with you?" The Holy Emperor's eyes were concerned, but in addition to worry, the rest was a strong trust, he believed that Feng Qingyang would not die like this, and he believed that the other party was powerful and perverted, even if there was an accident, it could be easily solved. Yes, yes, it can indeed be solved, as long as he breaks through the emperor's calamity and achieves the ancestral body, at that time, it is the time for him to fight with the Heavenly Dao, and it is also the time for him to finally play in the spirit world with the third will.

He walked down the void step by step, walking towards the ancient god painting and the others, leaving a thousand deaths with just a look, an incomparably calm look, even if the sky fell, he would tell everyone that he was fine, this was his way, and it was his principle.

Almost at the moment of the ninth step, his figure suddenly appeared a kind of tiredness and heaviness, as if it was about to collapse, but the essence that erupted in his eyes was about to burn the void, and it looked very terrifying, his eyes were like knives, and no one dared to look at him, so that under this gaze, the ancient god paintings who were secretly ecstatic subconsciously lowered their heads, unwilling to look at that gaze again. , soaked in blood, when he walked to the ancient god painting and others, his body was covered with blood, and he turned into a bloody man alive, at this moment, he was not as weak as he imagined, on the contrary, it was also particularly dazzling, just like Haoyang here, although he was covered in blood, but still couldn't stop him from being strong through it, so that everyone's eyes, after subconsciously avoiding it, couldn't help but look at it again.

Mo Qianxiao was dumbfounded, her small and delicate lips were almost about to turn into an O-shape, her beautiful eyes flowed, and her original worries suddenly disappeared, turning into sincere trust and expectation. "There will be no falsehood in what you say, you are the hope of my spiritual world, and with you, my spiritual world will not fall into perdition." Mo Qian smiled and muttered, in silence, it seemed that she had seen the tomorrow of the rise of the wind and the blue, or rather, this was the myth she saw with her blue eyes, a myth of rise.

"Even though I am added by Tianwei, but you, what can you do to me?" he opened his mouth indifferently, and in his flat tone, there was an indescribable arrogance, this was the transformation of the life level, in his eyes, except for the kind people, the rest of the people, for some reason, gave him a feeling of ants.

Although he is not as strong as some ants now, just like a newborn baby, compared to an adult giant snake, maybe he can't resist the brutality of the giant snake, but in fact, he is a human being, and this alone covers up all his shortcomings, even if he can't match it now, it doesn't mean the future.

As soon as these words came out, the void was suddenly filled with a heavy coercion, which belonged to him, and this scene fell in the eyes of everyone, almost turning into an unstoppable storm, sweeping everyone's souls and consciousness.

So much so, when they awoke from their horror, Feng Qingyang and the Holy Prince, as well as many of the brothers and sisters of Sin City, had already left this place, and there was nothing but the crackling burning in the sky.

"I'm still alive?" said in a low voice, looking at the empty void on all sides, except for the flames as far as the eye could see, the rest was full of flames, and of course, there were ancient god paintings and middle-aged men who came with him.

His heart was shaken, and for some reason, he suddenly had a feeling of wanting to cry, and when Feng Qingyang descended in front of him, he said: I am the third will of the spiritual world, and you think that I can be deprived of my existence with just a few words from your world-honored one.

He reached out and touched his cheek, feeling the reality of existence, and his heart had calmed down from the raging storm.

"The Third Will of the Spirit Realm...... Why...... Why ......" As he spoke, he looked back at the ancient god painting and the middle-aged man beside him, and the bitterness on his face became more and more intense.

"He didn't kill me. ”

"Why did you want to kill you?" the middle-aged man asked rhetorically, for him, all this was like a big joke, like a powerful ant, trying to nibble at a sleeping baby, if the baby didn't wake up, it would be fine, it could still nibble a few bites unscrupulously, but once the sleeping baby suddenly turned around, then, no matter how powerful it was, under this almost Tianwei body, it still turned into scum.

Looking into the distance, outside the Fire Source Star Domain, Feng Qingyang and the others turned into a number of streamers, shuttling through the void, the heavens have the virtue of good life, not to mention that there is not much life in the current spirit world.

Perhaps, one day, when they enter the Supreme God Realm, they will be the ancestors here!

Compared with the epiphany of the mixed Daozi, the ancient god painting may be much more messy, and the rise of the wind is almost witnessed by her own eyes, and she can obviously turn over her hands to suppress it, but after a while, it has become an existence that she looks up to.

"You didn't kill him, but you left a demon in my heart, can you say that your demon is a kind of liberation?