"Feng Qingyang?" Han Cangzi glanced at Feng Qingyang, his pupils shrank slightly, and the murderous aura that filled his whole body disappeared, but on the surface, he pretended to be confused, shook his head, and said he didn't know.

"Senior Han, whether you remember Feng or not, but Feng still has to give me a word of advice, if you still want to live one day, you can come to me. The wind turned into a long rainbow and rose in the sky again.

Han Cangzi narrowed his eyes, quickly glanced at the wind standing in the void, and appreciated it in his heart, although his words were not listened to, but the concern in them was overflowing, and he naturally understood.

The ghost king of the heart is right, this wind is clear and well-deserved, his qualifications are against the sky, he values love and righteousness, and he is a person worthy of refuge, but he is a hot temper.

It was his retrograde deduction that led him here, but now in public, it is impossible for him to recognize the other party immediately, otherwise, it will be just digging his own grave at the risk of the world's disapproval.

Even if these monks can't do anything about him, but what about the Heavenly Dao? If the supreme Heavenly Dao will, if he immediately took refuge in Feng Qingyang, how could he not know?

What's more, now that the battlefield of the two realms is in place, the master realm needs him to sit in charge, if it is really as Feng Qingyang said, it is not a great way to go to him again if he can't survive.

From beginning to end, Feng Qingyang only said such a sentence and did not mention the past, Ming people did not say dark words, he knew that Han Cangzi already knew who he was, and the reason why he didn't dare to recognize each other was because of the way of heaven.

He stood in the void, the cold wind howled, driving the long hair of his shawl, pinching the trick with both hands, and quickly mobilizing the spirit of the water in the dantian world in his body.

After the infusion of the four origins from the boundary beads, the spirituality in them was completely hidden, and even if the wind was clear and entered the dantian world, it could not be found for a while.

But now, as the controller, he mobilized the bloodline of the corpse king, and with just a sweep, he discovered the spirit of Ruoshui, which was hidden at the bottom of the great river that ran through the dantian world.

At the beginning, it was not yet transformed, it was just a mass of consciousness, but now it has begun to take shape, and there are signs of turning into a human form, Feng Qingyang secretly underestimates it, and when there is time, he must torture these origin spirits, otherwise his majesty will probably fade in the passage of time.

He pinched the trick with both hands and opened the dantian world, and for a while, two different breaths appeared, but this breath was less than the breath of the spirit realm, but it was extremely refined.

Everyone just took a breath, and they were deeply infatuated, unable to extricate themselves, Feng Qingyang raised his hand and waved, and on the side of his body, a whirlpool suddenly appeared.

This whirlpool is so deep that you can't see its inner world, and the devouring power that comes from it contains the magic power of rules, and suddenly, everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and a bare-ass child wearing a blue belly pocket staggered out of the whirlpool.

First bowed deeply to the wind Qingyang, then raised his little hand, and pointed his pink little finger to the runny water below, and at that moment, the mountain shook the ground.

The vast and boundless Ruoshui actually began to flow backwards, flowing from the ground to the void, and all entered the body of the bare-ass child, while the other party only opened his mouth and kept the appearance of devouring.

"Who is he?"

"Dare to devour Ruoshui?" everyone exclaimed, all of them dropped their jaws, and secretly said that it was impossible, how could there be a person in the whole world who could devour Ruoshui? The surprise was only short-lived, after all, the people present were all powerful people, and when they turned their heads, they thought that this child was probably the spirit of Ruoshui, otherwise, it would be impossible to attract such a heavy Ruoshui.

The roar swept through the heavens and the earth, and the monks on both sides looked at each other deadly, knowing that once the Ruoshui that was blocking them disappeared, then the next thing would be a scuffle between the two sides.

An hour, two hours, and three full hours passed, and the spirit of water devoured the water below, though it was ...... The river is still the same, but it has lost the smell of water.

Feng Qingyang took a deep look at the spirit of Ruoshui, and with a thought, he sent it back to the dantian world, and he, standing in the void, proud of the crowd, although he did not speak, but his eyes were self-evident, he was not here to kill, he was just here to watch the battle and collect Ruoshui.

"Senior, it's still the same sentence, if you want to come to me one day, you can come, I hope you don't have taboo suspicions. Feng Qingyang's heart moved, and he suddenly said.

Almost at this moment, the heavens and the earth shook, the power of the rules that bound them dissipated, and everyone could finally use their supernatural powers to stop fighting with their physical bodies.

Han Cangzi nodded, did not look at him, nor did he answer Feng Qingyang's reply, but led the people in the realm to storm the people on the other side of the river in the roar.

At this point, Feng Qingyang had the intention to leave, but at the moment when he was about to leave, the sky shook, and the powerful coercion suddenly suppressed the people who were about to collide together.

The originally noisy surroundings were also under this vibration, and suddenly they were quiet, and there was a sound of landing, and even the sound of each other's strong heartbeats could be heard.

Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and he clearly felt that under this vibration, there seemed to be a powerful consciousness that locked himself, and the strength of this consciousness was definitely beyond the half-saint.

"Quasi-saint!"

Suddenly there was a scream from the miscellaneous bird on his shoulder, and since his body was gone, he seemed a little silent, and even more preoccupied, if the wind was clear and did not speak to him, he could almost remain silent.

Along the way, Feng Qingyang also guessed his thoughts, perhaps like Old Man Hou, they are all people from the Supreme God Realm, and he, it is estimated that his origin is a little terrifying.

Otherwise, he would not have been torn apart, and his head would be suppressed in the spirit realm, and at this time, the miscellaneous bird opened its mouth and exclaimed, as if there was a thunderclap in his ears.

Feng Qingyang almost didn't pull the other party down and beat him hard.

"What quasi-saint?" Feng Qingyang asked in a puzzled voice, he only knew that in the spirit realm, in addition to the Holy Venerable, there was also a demi-saint who had surpassed the peak of the Transformation Dao Realm, and it was said that the demi-saint was about to approach the Holy Venerable.

But now, a quasi-saint has emerged, what kind of power is this?

"I said, boy, you are also a powerful party now, why don't you even know about the quasi-saint?"

But right now, where is the time when he is nagging? After that consciousness descended, he suddenly turned into a dragon-shaped ruler in the sky, and with a wave of it in the air, great power descended from the sky.

It was almost devastating, sweeping the wind in an unstoppable posture, looking at its appearance, it seemed that it wanted to kill it with one blow, and there was no intention of leaving any room for it.

Feng Qingyang's eyes froze, and under this coercion, he finally felt a powerful threat, this threat - it can be deadly!