Feng Qingyang's face gradually began to be gloomy, looking at the ten rounds of the sun above his head had been extinguished, if the remaining nine rounds were all extinguished, then he would be facing the three powerful quasi-saints with the Holy Emperor.

He is the body of a king, although he has not been beaten to the flesh, but every collision still makes him frightened, although he can bear it, but after all, he is also beaten by the other party!

Slowly, the two of them became short of breath, and under the beating of the tortoise shell, the Holy Emperor's fighting path actually showed weakness, and this weakness seemed to grow from his body from the inside out.

"Brother Monkey. Feng Qingyang called, but the other party didn't answer, and suddenly held up the other party's hanging head with mana, and was immediately taken aback when he saw it.

At this time, his face was like gold paper, and his breathing was slow, although it was very stable, but this stability was gradually synchronized with the beating of the tortoise shell, if it had been like this, wouldn't it be ......

Thinking of this, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat, and in a panic, he bit his fingers, raised his hand to practice dancing in the void, the halo breeded, and the long-lasting light quickly condensed a talisman in the void.

This talisman combines the meaning of the seal, when the illusion is formed, he immediately imprinted it on the chest of the Holy Prince, at that moment, a sound of anger appeared in the brain, Feng Qingyang ignored the other party, and his fingers firmly pressed the chest of the Holy Emperor, until the other party's heartbeat was cut again with the synchronization of the tortoise shell, and the original blood donation gradually stopped under this charm.

Knock! Knock!

The heavens and the earth shook, and the enchantment of this illusion was shaking violently all the time, and only eight of the ten rounds of the heavenly dome were left at this time, and the wind Qingyang gritted his teeth, and his heart began to be ruthless.

After looking at the dizzy tortoise shell, his hands were sealed, his eyebrows were cracked, and after the spell rune appeared, it was suddenly imprinted on the top, and it was not until this moment that the tortoise shell temporarily stopped beating, wiped a handful of cold sweat, Feng Qingyang stood up from the ground, looked at the calm tortoise shell and the holy prince who was sealed by himself, was silent for a moment, and finally flew towards the outside of the enchantment.

He reappeared in the void, and as soon as his breath came out, he was locked by the rest of the three old men, and when the tortoiseshell old man disappeared, they almost fell into madness.

Although he couldn't see the enchantment cast by Feng Qingyang, the aimless and indiscriminate attack still began to destroy the entire enchantment, but fortunately, he appeared in time at this time and temporarily attracted the attention of the other party.

"A few old monsters who have not died for 10,000 years, want to kill me, you don't have that ability. He underestimated, his eyes became even more gloomy, his body suddenly conjured two wings, and in a slight flash, a huge whirlwind suddenly bred, and with the power of the whirlwind that appeared, he galloped towards the rear quickly.

With Feng Qingyang's current cultivation, he is far from being the weak person of the year, and now he is at the peak of the zombie king, and his strength is all over the world, and his physical strength alone reaches billions, and after his body reaches Dacheng, it is even more powerful, and he can make his body be mortally threatened, in fact, it is not too much.

Unless he has reached the level of half-saint or above, as well as the cultivation of quasi-saint, and has crossed the great realm in this way, otherwise, he will definitely not pose a fatal threat to him.

But now, right now, there are three powerful old men above the half-saint, and they have joined forces to reach the cultivation of the quasi-saint, the realm of the quasi-saint, which is impossible to resist by the wind Qingyang no matter what, and the reason why it has been able to hold on until now is completely because it is in a fluke, after all, the other party is a 10,000-year-old monster, and I am afraid that there has been no battle all year round, so it is a little stiff and sluggish, if the other party is fully recovered, then it will be the time for him to die.

The hairs stood up, this feeling of life and death, Feng Qingyang had not had this kind of encounter for a long time, galloping in the void, his eyes contracted, although he had never looked behind him, but the strong pressure that could be locked still made him frightened.

Such a gallop, but also with the help of the power of the spell, the rules of the wind to impose on one's body, only in this way can you avoid the opponent's attack range, but this is just that, as long as the power of one's spell is exhausted, and the speed is full, then it only takes a breath of time, and it will be pursued by the three old men in the rear.

Everyone was galloping, and he fled quickly and in embarrassment, and he didn't know how many hurricanes he had crashed along the way, and the sky was falling apart wherever he passed.

The three old men in the rear couldn't catch up, and they became more and more irritable, and the terrifying supernatural powers and mana overflowed and collapsed, flipping everywhere, and the flowing four directions were about to pierce the heavens and the earth.

Under the run, at the moment when the power of the spell on Feng Qingyang's body began to weaken, the divine power from the rear burst in, he couldn't dodge, and there was no way to retreat, so he could only resist with his body.

Bang!

Like a cannonball, he fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string, smashed deep on the ground, and went deep into the ground for several zhang before stopping.

The ancient monks, whether it is the comprehension of the Great Dao or the power of the supernatural powers, are higher than the later eras, after all, it belongs to their ancient glory, the wind is clear and the sweat and hair are countdown, this is worth it, and in the panic, they don't care about the image, and the palm is pressed down, and then the earth shook, and countless rock-solid lands flew up.

And the palm of the earth downward, is in the vibration of the crack of a deep gap, he turned into a streamer, did not enter one of the flashes, since there is no way to the sky, then into the earth himself to open up a way to escape.

He fled frantically, and he was already embarrassed to the extreme, but the three old men in the back did not stop at all, and the strong opportunity locked the wind and cleared, and suppressed it frantically.

So much so that when Feng Qingyang sank to five thousand zhang, he couldn't continue to go deeper, and in the rear, three powerful breaths locked him crazily, and there was a tendency to never die.

"You are an ancestor, and you are chasing after you. Feng Qingyang scolded, but after scolding, he continued to flee forward, his palm imprinted on the rock on the left, and he made an urgent ninety degree turn, narrowly avoiding the powerful supernatural power that came from behind him.

"Your grandmother's. He galloped away, still bombarded by the aftermath of the powerful immortal Dao supernatural power, although his body did not collapse, but the pain in his heart still made him grin, and it was not a way to escape like this after all, Feng Qingyang's eyes were gloomy, and he became extremely bright red, and suddenly, a spiritual light flashed in his mind, and at this moment he realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

Since they are chasing after each other, there must be a reason, and this reason must be that the old tortoiseshell who was sealed in the enchantment by himself is not so much chasing himself, but rather chasing the old tortoiseshell who disappeared from his body.