Blood spilled into the void, and the falling Dragon Venerable, at the moment when he was about to approach the sea, exploded with a bang, his flesh and bones stained the sponge red, and the quasi-holy Dao rhyme law spread around, directly collapsing the void.

Feng Qingyang stretched out his hand, wiped away the blood stains that kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and followed the place where Long Zun dissipated, without stopping at all, his big hand grabbed in the void, and immediately detained his divine soul, just like before, devouring it in front of everyone's eyes.

"If you want to kill me, have you ever thought about the consequences?" Feng Qingyang said lightly, the lightsaber in his hand disappeared, and what appeared with it was still the Creation Blue Lotus of the Dingding World.

He was calm, he was peaceful, he couldn't see the slightest change, his eyes were as deep as water, and the deep whirlpool seemed to be able to swallow everyone's gaze.

Countless powers trembled, and under his calm gaze, they lost their confidence, and the fall of Long Zun made them see the strength and domineering of Feng Qingyang again, although he devoured the divine soul in front of tens of thousands of people, but no one dared to say anything.

is going to kill someone, so what's wrong with being swallowed by it after defeat?

Long Zun fell, his fall made the scene silent, all fell into silence, the flesh exploded, the soul dissipated, and the dead could not die anymore, even if it was Long Zun who contained the blood of the ancient dragon, he was not a clear opponent, he ...... How powerful is it?

At this moment, Feng Qingyang suddenly looked a little mysterious in their eyes, as if his cultivation was indescribable, he was obviously just the peak of the king, and his body had stepped into the body of the Venerable, even so, it shouldn't be the reason why he was so powerful that he was perverted?

Even Feng Qingyang was a little puzzled, his own strength was beyond his understanding, the semi-saint, quasi-saint, quasi-saint limit powerhouse, under his attack, died one after another, he seemed to be the quasi-saint reaper.

But all the monks who fight with it all end up with a scattered soul, is this the third will, and the terrible body of the Venerable?

Someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously, and suddenly a fear was born in his heart, which came very suddenly, until the moment it appeared, he couldn't help but quickly retreat, out of the core circle of the war.

"Blood Lord!" The Evergreen King's eyes glared, but he saw that the Blood Lord had turned pale with fright, and he flew towards the crowd thousands of miles away, but just as he was about to break away from the thousands of feet, he suddenly screamed and fell headlong into the sea.

He's dead?

Everyone was frightened, and they didn't know why, but the wind was clear and all the quasi-saints present clearly saw that after the blood lord retreated backwards and disobeyed his own will, a powerful force destroyed his soul from outside Ner, and it was precisely in this way that he would fall into the sea.

Never die! Where do these people still not understand that the battle with the clear wind can only be endless, there is no third possibility, even if there is, it can only fall silently under the crushing of the Heavenly Dao.

These fallen powers are all super existences that span their time and have few opponents, but such an aggrieved fall, and they haven't even had time to show their strongest magical powers in ancient times, such a bizarre fall, for these arriving quasi-saints, it is undoubtedly shocking to the point of earth-shaking.

The Evergreen King's eyes were gloomy, obviously he had never thought that it would be such an ending, if he had known that this would be the case, even if he died, he would not follow the will in his mind to rush here.

The remaining two great powers also involuntarily retreated backwards, perhaps because they did not escape without him, so after feeling that will, they immediately stopped.

They froze, their expressions were pale, no one wanted to die, especially them, the pride of the heavens that spanned an era, almost able to destroy the heavens and the earth, and control the killing power of thousands of living beings, but now, they have become puppets of the Heavenly Dao, and they are lackeys to say that it is not good.

Once he disobeys the will of the Heavenly Dao, then he will fall without Feng Qingyang's shot, this is a battle without a choice, he can only keep moving forward, maybe Feng Qingyang is the same, in fact, if he wants to escape, he must be able to leave.

Although the power that trapped him at this time had reached the point of threatening his life, he still stood calmly in place, fearlessly facing everyone.

The other powers were also sweating on their backs, cold sweat broke out, looking at the fallen blood lord in disbelief, as well as the flesh and blood of Long Zun that had not completely dissipated, the lethality exerted by Feng Qingyang was so powerful that it was perverted, and killing them looked like slaughtering dogs.

Such powerful means and supernatural powers shocked their hearts, could it be said that if they wanted to kill him, they could only return their lives with their lives? Maybe it was a wheel war, or a group attack.

But in such an endless struggle, someone will inevitably fall, and the person who falls, at least initially, will not be the wind clearing, but one of them, and perhaps that person will be himself.

The more they thought about it, the more shocked they became, casually killing the Quasi-Saint Extreme Power, such a deterrent and shocking power, how could it be child's play? In their time, these almost never happened, unless the Holy Venerable himself took action.

The wind is clear and standing in the void, the green lotus is swaying, he is still so calm, his clothes are better than snow, not contaminated with a little dust, although the corners of his mouth keep overflowing purple and gold blood, but this is not important, his demeanor, his domineering, his strength, has been deeply engraved in the souls of everyone.

The swaying of the green lotus, shaking the past and the present, the mystery and origin of the creation of the green lotus, has always been a mystery, it is said that it has existed since ancient times, but why can the wind clear and yang can get it?

Because, he was born in the cultivation realm, and the cultivation realm is the dream world of the ancient powers!

Dao rhyme intertwined all over the sky, and the dazzling essence light kept casting, like a naughty elf flying in the void, and the cyan time brought a kind of stability to tens of thousands of ancient monks, but it could give these quasi-saint extreme powerhouses the feeling of slaughter.

"Is it so simple for Heaven to kill the person that Heaven wants to kill? Since he ordered us and others to come together, it shows the difficulty of this matter, not to mention whether he can really be killed, I think as long as he saves his life, it will be good."

Talking is another quasi-saint extreme power, this is a woman, it is said that it is also related to zombies, but her identity is related to the drought, so to speak, among this place, one of the people who Feng Qingyang does not want to kill is the Evergreen King, and the second is the woman who speaks.

If you have a different position, you are doomed to life and death, and there is no choice between life and death.

"He's also burning his blood and potential, and every time he kills someone, he weakens a point, don't you see? ”