"Creation of all things, can it be said that your comprehension of the rules has reached the level of transcending everything?"

Qinglian swayed the world, full of the lines of the rhyme, like the blood of the heaven and the earth, spread to the four directions, and suddenly there was a fragrance, just smell it, and feel that the avenue is complete.

Feng Qingyang squatted on top of the green lotus, holding a lotus leaf of about three feet, which looked so otherworldly, not contaminated with the slightest breath of red dust, and the appearance of the original demon god, at this time, he was a peerless god.

"Kill...... Kill...... Kill him, take away his luck, and only then can you live. Seeing the wind blowing and constantly evolving the vision, everyone suddenly turned red, the stronger he was, the more intense these people's murderous intent became, after all, he couldn't bear the jealousy in his heart, and there were quasi-saint extreme powerhouses who took the lead.

But just as he was approaching the cyan realm around the wind, it was like a deep quagmire, and only a phantom flashed in front of him, and his figure suddenly exploded, shattering, and the blood rain mixed with flesh and bones.

Bloody, it looked particularly shocking, and when he saw the wind clear, he was still standing in place, without the slightest movement, it seemed that he didn't make a move, but what he was holding in his other hand was not the soul of the quasi-saint powerhouse who took the lead before?

"It's not good, it's weird, don't touch this Creation Blue ......" An ancient quasi-saint screamed and roared, his back was winged, his golden body was incomparable, and he fell backwards in frenzy, after all, he was the second person to follow the previous power.

However, before the lotus word could speak, just like the first one, his body shattered with a bang, perhaps because his spirit was stronger, and he really felt that the moment he touched Qinglian, the void evolved into a clear figure, and immediately exploded with a punch.

"This ...... The world ......" He wanted to speak, but he felt cold all over, and lowered his head to look in all directions, what was going on? It was a big palm that pinched him, and he was about to scream, but he was swallowed by the other party.

Boom!

There was silence all around, and countless people rubbed their eyes, staring at the front with wide eyes, it seemed that all this was an illusion, but the facts were just in front of them.

The two great powers were blasted by Feng Qingyang one after the other, without the slightest suspense, and the pure divine soul was also devoured by the other party, almost at the moment of devouring, the scope of the creation of the green lotus increased again.

Weird, powerful, demonic, devilish, obviously with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, obviously well-dressed and better than snow, but the shot is insidious and vicious, one touch is dead, devouring the soul, bursting the body, such anti-heaven means, suddenly once again shocked all these eyes above the top of the power.

There was a rain of blood in the sky, which was the remnant of the fall of the two quasi-saint extreme powers, someone touched the blood beads on his face, smelled the fishy smell, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, this ...... Not an illusion.

On the sea, the waves are magnificent, compared with the ocean, the monk is like a drop in the ocean, more like a piece of floating that can't find a foothold, but it is such a small float, but its body is like a mountain, unclimbable, straight into the sky, I am the king of ten thousand mountains, and I can see all the mountains at a glance.

The quiet void looked so peaceful, and the aura diffused by the Creation Blue Lotus was purifying the surrounding air all the time, but the dozen or so quasi-saint extreme powers standing in front of the wind Qingyang all raised their hands and touched a handful of sweat.

The back was cold, almost from the soles of the feet to the root of the neck, and everyone's muscles were trembling slightly, not that they were so frightened by the wind Qingyang, but because the other party's body was already so strong that they couldn't understand it.

That kind of coercion from the life level, so that they have no power to resist, they can only passively bear it, their clothes are wet, and the absolute killing power contained in this place is really too terrifying.

Feng Qingyang suddenly got up, stood in the Qinglian World, holding the Creation Qinglian, almost at the moment of getting up, came to the edge of the Blue World, looked at the power in front of him, and sighed in his heart.

After all, the creation of Qinglian is too rebellious, and he can't last long in his current state, at most, he can kill one in this cyan world, but now, it's just like this, and the other party doesn't give it a chance.

"Do you dare to kill?" Feng Qingyang raised his hand and pointed to the nearest quasi-saint extreme power, his eyes were calm, but it was such a calm gaze that made the other party suddenly shudder, and his heart was greatly insulted, and he couldn't suppress the violent killing intention, and finally broke away from everyone's circle, and went straight to Feng Qingyang between the whistling.

Bang!

His departure meant that his life had come to an end, and almost in an instant, before the monks of the Quartet could say anything to stop it, he turned into a crystal clear light and spread in the void.

Flesh and blood surrounded the wind Qingyang, and his soul, in fear and trembling, was still swallowed by the wind Qingyang, and at the moment when he devoured the other party, the cyan world collapsed and ceased to exist.

The wind passed without a trace, and the wind stood in the void with a calm gaze, not seeing the slightest wave, and nothing seemed to be able to make his heart rise and fall.

The deep pupils, deep like a whirlpool, obviously seem bottomless, but the essence of the light is as brilliant as the stars, so that people will go to it unconsciously at a glance, unable to extricate themselves.

The collapse of the cyan world, Feng Qingyang understood that he couldn't support it for too long, otherwise, wouldn't it be against the sky?

But others didn't know that the cyan world had collapsed silently, so that in their eyes, it was as if the other party had used some amazing magical power.

"He has killed two great powers in succession, and so far, he has killed nearly ten great powers. Oh my God!" exclaimed the crowd.

This is definitely not a small number, the spirit of the Dao is threefold, but it can be divided into several realms in the Dao realm.

Whether they are half-saints, quasi-saints, or quasi-saint extreme powerhouses, they all belong to the realm of transformation paths, but such a simple threefold is like a heavenly curse that blocks countless monks.

In his life, he couldn't get a glimpse of the word saint, but anyone who stepped into the realm of "holy" was the kind of arrogance against the sky.

The demi-saint may be like a carp crossing the river, but the quasi-saint is definitely a rare thing that can be escaped, but in just one day, there are close to the limit of ten quasi-saints who die in his hands.

Even the gods and souls have never escaped, and they have become the other party's mouth, how powerful is this?

He, as a person, shocked everyone!