From a distance, in the sea of blood, it seems that someone is swaying up, escaping 90,000 miles, and his will to swallow the sky is eager to persecute Jiuxiao, and the monstrous evil aura emitted suddenly blasted away the ghost crying wolf howl in all directions.

The distance of thousands of zhang passed in a flash, and Feng Qingyang pressed one hand on the void, and he could close the distance in infinity, although the Xuanhuang Land was large, but in his gallop, it would only take half a day to reach the border.

At the edge of the palm realm, there are five huge whirlpools, which were originally teleported to the sealed realm at a fixed point, but if it is like today, the rest of the monks don't know where to hide, even if they survive, most of them are gathered in the city of sin, so that today's Xuanhuang Land can be described as a shadow of thousands of miles of blood and no one, the more the wind is clear, the more gloomy it becomes, if it weren't for his own lack of strength now, he really wanted to blow up the blood moon above the sky with one punch.

"Green Frost...... If it weren't for you, how could I be in such trouble. Looking at the whirlpool that appeared in front of him, Feng Qingyang's footsteps lifted, and when he stepped down, he had already returned to the palm realm when he reappeared.

If it is said that when the original palm realm was gone, the blood of the Terran monks suppressed the luck, then now here is thousands of miles without people, blood flowing, and corpses floating everywhere in the compartments, all of which remain in the shape of the moment of the fall.

Feng Qingyang's mana operated, and he couldn't help but slap his palm into the void, his heart moved with his palm, and everywhere he passed was a fire derivation, looking at the sky being flooded by a sea of fire, Feng Qingyang's heart could be regarded as falling to a low point.

"Perhaps, as Taihao said, if the green frost is not extinguished, then there will be no such tragic scene as it is now, Qiang Zun...... Should I thank you, or should I hate you?"

Under the gallop, countless living beings complained, and those souls that remained in the heavens and the earth and had not completely dissipated were accepted into their dantian world by Feng Qingyang one by one.

Although this world is not under his control at all, the countless rights in it can still be used, the stripped spirit realm of the three thousand avenues, stabilized the four directions of the world, and the corpse king's bloodline suppressed the luck, so that it would not collapse and collapse.

The Ghost King and the Ten Hall Yamas have regained control of the six realms of reincarnation, and if they want to operate again in time, they may be able to operate again, in that case, the remnant souls that enter may have the opportunity to be reincarnated and reborn.

Suddenly, in the middle of heaven and earth, it seemed that something had condensed in the sea of blood, sealing the direction in which Feng Qingyang continued to advance, and this sudden change made him stop in place abruptly.

The sea of blood rolled and roared, and in the blood-red world, a hazy figure suddenly appeared in it, almost in an instant, and stretched out his arm to grasp the wind Qingyang under the twist.

Feng Qingyang's face changed, and he retreated backwards without thinking, and at the same time raised his hand and pressed forward, the void roared, rolled under the riot, and the sea of blood suddenly rose again, condensing a flash of quaint gates.

The moment it appeared again, there was a terrible scream from the front, and the strong qi machine rushed straight to Feng Qingyang, and after bombarding the gate, Feng Qingyang pointed forward, and immediately in this gate, it was filled with a powerful strangulation force.

The astonishing killing aura burst out, appeared out of thin air and then permeated the surroundings, as if a dexterous red silk thread, bypassing the quaint gate, and heading straight for the wind again, from a distance, these red colored lines are particularly terrifying, countless wriggling in the void, just a glance at the scalp is numb.

"Boom!"

Feng Qingyang's eyes sank, and as soon as these words came out, the gate that appeared immediately was distorted, and countless rays of light bloomed, and it actually blocked the erosion of the red silk thread in an instant.

At the moment of blocking, it suddenly collapsed, with an earth-shattering bang, the breath formed by the collapse, under the influence of Feng Qingyang's will, conjured up a huge lightsaber, swept horizontally ahead, and suddenly collided with the hazy figure in the sea of blood with the momentum of a meteor catching the moon.

The sea of blood twisted, and under the slash of this huge lightsaber, it immediately rolled backwards, and at the same moment, there was a scream, Feng Qingyang stared, and at some point, there was a scream coming from it.

Feng Qingyang lowered his gaze and took a deep look at the sea of blood, he didn't know who the hazy thing that appeared before was, if it was a human monk, but there was no soul, but if it was a monster, how could there be such an existence?

It seems ordinary, but in fact, there are countless cats in it, and now the wind is just the tip of the iceberg, and it is still two days away from Sin City.

He didn't want to delay for a moment now, he only hated that he wasn't fast enough, even if he put on his wings, he couldn't escape far in the sea of blood.

"Good means, I haven't seen you for many days, I never thought that your strength was so strong. There was a burst of shameful laughter in the void, causing Feng Qingyang, who was about to leave, to stop in an instant.

Following the source of the sound, in the place where the original hazy figure disappeared, a figure appeared again, only this time it was not hazy, but a real Terran monk.

He was handsome and full of aura, and the moment he appeared, he felt the other party's cultivation, the existence between the quasi-saints, but this person himself didn't know, why did he say that?

"I don't know who I am?" Seeing that the wind was clear and silent, this person sneered, and took a step forward, at that moment, thousands of blood seas followed, as if he was the master here, and he could mobilize these blood seas unscrupulously.

"Presumably you know it."

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's eyes stared at the handsome man who appeared in front of him, for some reason, he suddenly hated such things that looked difficult to be women or not, almost the moment the other party broke his name, he fell back again, and a touch of blood red flashed in his eyes.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, he naturally knew Mixed Yuanzi, and he was worried that he couldn't find him, and now there was finally a person who could find Mixed Yuanzi, so it was bound to be tortured.

The right hand was raised and waved forward: "Evil Realm!"

As soon as these words came out, the originally calm void tumbled again, and under the roar, a huge whirlpool was formed in the sky above it, and the hideous qi in the whirlpool was revealed, accompanied by the mixture of evil qi, all around the wind was clear, but in a short moment, there were thousands of evil qi condensed, and the sky was full of evil qi, suppressing all the ranges of this place, so that with the powerful identity of the other party, their faces sank under this evil qi.

Feng Qingyang's move was undoubtedly provoking him.

"I want to see how much worse you are from the disciples of the Nine Heavenly Palace, how much worse are we?" The handsome young man's face was gloomy, and his original smile disappeared, replaced by anger on his face.