"Invincible assets, crushing the heavens and all worlds, and pushing the existence of the invincible demon giants of the same realm. ”

The crowd shouted, and the tens of thousands of ancient monks who supported the wind were excited, and the blood in their hearts burned violently with his victory, as if they were ...... With him, you won't be afraid.

It was not as they guessed, Feng Qingyang would regret his defeat, on the contrary, his peerless overlord was actually the end of the crossbow to once again blow up the four quasi-saint extreme powerhouses.

Dressed in solemn clothes, proud and proud, standing in the void with a clear wind, the big world that surrounds him has not disappeared, accompanying his body in all directions, slowly rotating, suppressing one side, like standing out from the crowd, like the highest giant peak in the mountains, dominating the world, looking down on the common people, domineering and invincible.

This is his momentum, but also the way he has walked, the cultivation of the reverse path, domineering and invincible, I am the peak among the ten thousand mountains, proud of the sky and the earth, invincible, even if it is as powerful as the quasi-saint limit strong, he must bow his head under his domineering, kneel, tremble!

I believe that no matter how many years have passed, this picture will always exist in the hearts of everyone, lingering, bringing it into reincarnation, and the world is like this, and the cycle is endless.

Looking at the people in all directions, Feng Qingyang nodded slightly, the concern of Qian Yanli and others, as well as the support of tens of thousands of ancient monks, all turned into a smile under this retrospective, he withdrew all his might, dissipated the vigor of the big world, and turned into that young man with clear eyebrows again.

The corners of his mouth were bleeding, he was still as sick as ever, the end of the strong crossbow did not change at all, the blood kept flowing, so that everyone secretly saved his side He seemed to fall down because of the thirst of the blood source, and he couldn't help but sweat deeply for it again.

His red clothes were low with blood, it was his own injury, and the blood of the quasi-saint that exploded, falling into the void, there was an innumerable depression and monstrousness, he shocked and killed the four quasi-saints in one fell swoop, like destroying the withering and decaying, the autumn wind swept away the leaves, no need for explanation, no need for reason.

It is the enemy, when you are not merciful, you can blow it up with one punch, kill it to make him cold, kill it to make him frightened, only in this way can you truly defend your own existence, your own dignity, in the eyes of Feng Qingyang, all this, should be like this.

He knew that these people were His Majesty, and he also knew that killing them would leave him with endless trouble, and he knew that he had been fighting with them endlessly.

So what?

The aura of extinction of the One Yuan Tribulation destroyed one-tenth of the aura in the spirit world, and now, only half a year has passed, and the two ritual tribulations have fallen again, and the thinning of the aura has made their desire to survive even stronger.

The three thousand cultivators of the True Star attacked non-stop, and the battles were endless, and I don't know when it began, the Ancient Monks actually broke away from the ranks of the Holy Venerable and had the Ancient Alliance.

The three major alliances are divided into two alliances, and the Holy Venerable forces are alone, but it is clear at a glance that the strength of the ancient monks is the most powerful, although the number is not large, but if you come out of it, they are all the kind of existences that can easily destroy countless realms of the same realm.

The world was quiet, the scene changed from warm to silent, the wind Qingyang silently looked at this group of ancient monks who supported him, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, and finally could only sigh softly.

......

One night passed, a short day of fighting, too much happened, everyone knew that it must be endless at this time, the wind Qingyang never left Tianxuan Ancient Star, he stood in the sky above the sea.

I don't know when it began, there was an extra pavilion here, and he and Qian Yanli and others were all in it, and the outer part of the sea, except for those monks who had not left, had almost all been occupied by the monks of Sin City.

The night is long, as if there is no end, and the darkness always makes people feel frightened and confused, and no one can guess when the light of dawn will come. They stayed up all night, their faces haggard and worried.

Feng Qingyang killed a total of seven quasi-saint extreme powers, which seemed to anger the Heavenly Dao, so that at the moment when the two realms of the two realms had just appeared, the three talents and the two realms followed, making the aura of the spirit realm even weaker.

Not only that, the meaning of the Holy Venerable's descendation, once the ninety-nine tribulation begins, it will be the final game, the kind of depression that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, so that the hundreds of millions of surviving beings in the spirit world are all sad.

"Qing Yang, do you know how many quasi-saint extreme powerhouses there are under the Holy Venerable Throne?" Qian Yan Li paced back and forth in the main hall with his hands behind his back, and compared to the quiet of the wind and Qingyang, he began to worry.

Mo Qianxiao danced with red makeup, muttered Shaoqing, came to Feng Qingyang's side, stretched out his hand and nodded his eyebrows, and said: "Little junior brother, have you ever been afraid? The Nine Great Saints were all suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, and the remaining orders were also issued by the Heavenly Dao through the hands of the Holy Venerable, in fact, the Master at this time was also in a dilemma, last time I seemed to have heard the Master say that five of the Nine Great Saints today have completely fallen, and their minds have been lost, and they have become the doppelgangers of the Heavenly Dao. ”

Feng Qingyang nodded, he already knew all this, in fact, after talking to the city lord last time, he had a guess, and at this moment, he was certified by Mo Qianxiao, and he strengthened his inner determination.

Heavenly Dao laid out a game of the past and the present, and he vowed to break this game, proud of the sky with the existence of the third will, control his own destiny, and protect the survival of the common people in the spirit world.

Feng Qingyang sighed, this epic situation has deviated too much, but it is precisely when the situation is clear that he has the opportunity to truly see the essence through the fog.

What kind of existence is he? Is the connection with the Venerable really just because of the curse?

The sky gradually became transparent, the night was gone, and when the light of dawn came, the wind cleared up from the meditation, and the hall disappeared, and he was still on the sea.

The red morning sun pierced the sky, sending the first rays of light into the earth, the mist shrouded the sea, and the turquoise grass on the edge of the sea showed vigorous vitality in the sun.

Feng Qingyang faced the rising sun, facing the glow and swallowing the essence, he had never wasted time in cultivation, even if it was a minute, a quarter of an hour, it was precisely like this, he would persist for a long time.

There were Qian Yan Li and the others standing beside him, and the Peerless Sword Saint was not far from them, quietly watching him, because he knew that An Ning was about to disappear, and what he would face next was slaughter.

"Anning, I'm afraid it's going to become a legend. The Peerless Sword Saint whispered, and the glow was so bright that the horizon of the sea turned into pure gold.

This is a great storm, a storm of changes in heaven and earth, and on this day, there will be more great powers in turn, perhaps under the throne of the Holy Venerable in ancient times, or rather, the alliance of the ancient and the medieval.