His body was slender and full, as if all the flesh and blood essence, even the soul, had been reborn in this purple and gold halo.

As he stepped forward, the void was like the end of the world, infinitely closer under his feet, and there was a roaring sound with every step, and ripples appeared in the void, although it was not broken, but it was not far away.

Under his foot, Wen Luo, who rippled out, was like a lake that broke the silence, spreading layer by layer, and it lasted for a long time, so that when he landed, the void below was sunken under this foot, as if he was not stepping on the void, but stepping outside the firmament.

The degree of coercion exuded by this exudation, locked the chaos of the Daozi, making his blood all over his body begin to coagulate in an instant, this is still his quasi-saint cultivation, if ordinary monks face this opportunity, I am afraid that it will be wiped out in one step.

After all, the quasi-saint is not invincible, and the body of the reborn in the wind is the strongest in ancient times, and it is clear at a glance which one is stronger and which is weak.

His erected middle finger pointed at the mixed road, his eyes were full of disdain, he laughed wildly, and stepped on his feet fiercely, everyone only heard a bang, and the blocked void suddenly made a clicking sound, like a broken peel, collapsed in an instant, and the originally suppressed law was suddenly restored to its original state.

If it is said that the suppression of the law, the bastard Daozi is still a little afraid of the wind Qingyang, but now with the return of the law, the quasi-saint's strength has returned to the peak from the new, and his mood is almost immediately returned from the ground to the sky, as if he is an absolute master, and he laughed even more crazy than the wind Qingyang.

"Come, who is afraid of whom, I will see with my eyes, you can help me and!" The previous fear was swept away, and what appeared from the new one was that he was high above, looking down on the sky, invincible in the world, looking at the wind like an ant in the nether world.

"But the Nether Jumping Clown, even if you are given an axe, will you be able to take down the giant with an axe?"

Feng Qingyang's expression remained unchanged, looking at the monkey-like bastard, his eyes were clear, and he couldn't see a little domineering, but just standing there calmly, he had a special feeling, such as standing in the Nine Heavens, looking at him indifferently.

This gaze, whether it is a mixed daozi, or an ancient god painting or a few others, all show a rare solemnity, the wind is clear and seems to have no change, but it gives them the feeling that there seems to be an extremely unequal visual impact, it seems that the only person who can be equal to it is the sky!

"Could it be that the body of the ancient god is also a new level of life?" Qian Yan muttered, just in time to meet Feng Qingyang's gaze, the two looked at each other, and the doubts in their hearts disappeared in an instant, no matter what the other party became, he was still his little junior brother, and he was also a disciple of the Sin City, the Nine Heavenly Palace.

"If you can bear my finger, I will forgive you. Feng Qingyang put his fingers together, and the moment he stood up, he suddenly became a brilliant light, in which there was not the slightest law of supernatural powers, only power, pure physical power, this light seemed to fall from the sky, more like the first thick light that appeared after the opening of the world, enough to carry all things, this--is it still a finger?

The golden light broke through the chaos, so that there was heaven and earth, that was an axe split, at that time, what was used could only be the power of its own instinct and body, the so-called laws, the so-called supernatural powers, are just rising stars, a slight two fingers, after pointing to the sky, showing a small angle of inclination, but it is this heaviness that seems to be able to reopen the world, can crush all things, and can even destroy everything.

Although, Feng Qingyang has not yet burst out with all his strength, although this is not his peak moment, but under this finger, the physical power that erupted is unparalleled in the world, which is enough to show the supreme power of his physical body, and no one can match it.

This is his pride, all along, the peerless incomparable body is his foundation, whether it is supernatural powers, or the rules of control, in his eyes, in addition to his own will, the flesh can be respected.

The two fingers erected were not disdain for the bastard, but his instinctive reaction, today's rebirth from the ashes, if they hadn't completely defeated their own body, it would have taken a while to break and stand, at least not so quickly.

He just stood there quietly, the tyrannical flames were suddenly extinguished, and a layer of absolute defense appeared in all directions of his body, which was the oppression of the flesh, and the powerful feeling almost crushed the heavens and the earth.

The power of the rage gathered at his fingertips, slanting down, like a landslide. The bastard was terrified, the strength of this body had already surpassed his imagination, was this still a human? This was almost a monster.

The sky was cracking, all the sounds were silent, Gai Jiuyou stood in the distance, looking at the wind Qingyang, the body that almost made him burn all over his body, made him infinitely fascinated, and it was full of an indescribable throbbing.

"You are so strong, then the battle between us ......" squinted his eyes slightly, he was full of expectations for his physical success, and he had a strong desire to fight with Feng Qingyang.

But now he has understood that if it is a simple competition for the flesh, Wuya will go to find a beating!

"Little junior brother, the master once said that you will lead us to a new world, does this moment have come soon?" Qian Yanli's eyes narrowed slightly, even so, he couldn't stop the essence of the light.

With his fingers swiped down, the pupils of the bastard almost popped out, looking at the void that was constantly trembling at his fingertips, he was scared, really scared, this strength had exceeded his imagination.

So much so that he stood in place like a log, his pupils dilated, and there was nothing but sluggishness and horror in it.

Weng: There was a slight tremor, I couldn't see the sky falling apart, let alone the sea of fire steaming, some of them were just bland, bland to the extreme!

The bastard spat blood and flew out, but at the critical moment, the shocking bones were shattered, not much loud, but when it fell in everyone's ears, it was an extreme impact.

"You..." Feng Qingyang had just spoken, but his face suddenly turned from red to white, and a trace of purple-gold blood stained from the corner of his mouth.

"Rules?" Feng Qing raised his eyebrows and frowned, the strength of his body was undoubted, and he could even easily destroy countless cultivation stars.

But at the moment when his first finger fell, the power of the backlash came, and the feeling of intolerance and rejection of heaven and earth presented an unprecedented strength.

Yes, the rejection of the Heavenly Dao, although he is very strong, the power of the backlash he endures is also infinitely superimposed, to a terrifying level, no less than his pinnacle blow to himself.