Emperor Tian let out a long cry of sorrow, he felt endless pressure, and even suddenly had a feeling that even if he was at the peak of his state, full of qi and blood, if he fought with Feng Qingyang, he was afraid that he would not be able to match it, not only would he lose, but he would also be defeated.

The more he thought about it, the more his heart beat wildly, the kind of throbbing that suddenly gave birth made him forget the identity of the ancient monk of Feng Qingyang in an instant, only to feel that this person was too terrifying, with his strength, if it was placed in the Middle Ages, I am afraid that it was also a super overlord in history, suppressing the eternal years, and the supreme existence that could be wiped out in the snap of a finger.

Buzz!

The void trembled, the wind was clear and clear, and he released the endless majesty of his own body, and the punch came out of the reincarnation, and the three reincarnation worlds turned into blood red in an instant, and under the fist, it was like a fierce beast that was extremely strong and opened its bloody mouth, and its left hand resisted the damage of Fang Tian's painting halberd, and its right hand pinched the reincarnation world, and hit the opponent's chest.

The light was overflowing, the same bones were shattered, flesh and blood were flying, and the golden armor draped by Emperor Tian collapsed, not only dented, but truly collapsed, and this mysterious armor was stripped away by Feng Qingyang's own hands.

Not only that, but there was a large hole in his chest, which was sunken inward, and if you looked closely, you would inevitably find that one of the huge ribs, also glowing gold, pierced upside down through the heart.

This terrifying scene shocked everyone, the battle to this moment, the victory and defeat have been extraordinarily obvious, without the slightest suspense, Di Tian lost, his expression was sluggish, as if he didn't want to believe the fact that this happened in front of him, flipped back two heels, and looked at the big hole in his chest in a daze.

Your ancestors are banban, I am the emperor, the supreme powerhouse in the Middle Ages, walking in the spiritual world of that era, it can be said that wherever you go, you will receive the highest courtesy, it can be said that you are in the limelight for a while, and now, the myth of the year is not there, and the symbol of invincibility is also broken by the fist of the wind, which makes him suddenly have a kind of sadness of the times.

Since we can wake up in this era, it means that the Middle Ages have not declined, not that the times are no longer there, but that we have lost the strength of the past, and that we are better than blue because of difficulties, and that we have failed after all.

"This is no longer the world I can know, I don't complain about defeat, but I don't accept it in my heart, I haven't really left a supreme prestige, and I have completely fallen, and this defeat is the moment when I really fall. "Emperor Tian desolate sigh, the glory of the Middle Ages has all dissipated, those who have been near the glory, like a dream of Nan Ke, in the end left only legends, the rest are left in the long river of history, when the years have washed by, since then there is no Emperor Tian this person.

Even so, he will not easily admit defeat, defeat, he will be defeated in life, the ancient law poured out, he almost burned his own qi, blood and soul, released a powerful law chain, bound the void, even if he died, he had to die dignified.

The powerful power of the law of the structure shocked everyone, even the Fire Spirit King and the Peerless Sword Saint gasped, acknowledging the strength and identity of Emperor Tian from the bottom of their hearts.

Boom!

Feng Qingyang's face did not change, turned into lightning and disappeared, and when he reappeared, he transformed into a huge long sword with one hand, strangled the void, and forcibly cut off Di Tian's arm, and when he fell, he opened his mouth and devoured and refined it in front of everyone, even Di Tian.

"If you are defeated, you will have the consciousness of defeat, and your body will be my powerful nourishment, and it will be the first stepping stone for my enlightenment. Feng Qingyang made a cold voice, and the sound of puffs was endless, and he shot one after another.

Burst the ancient law, tore the chain of laws, and almost cut Di Tian into a human stick, and finally he said to Di Tian like this, and immediately blew his head with one palm.

The blood was stained into mud, the bones were splashed everywhere, and the essence and blood were devoured and refined by Feng Qingyang, except for the messy void and the residual Emperor Heavenly Breath, here, there was no longer his existence, and everything about him, as Feng Qingyang said before, had become his nourishment.

Emperor Heaven is dead! Completely dead! Dead can no longer die! His soul is scattered, he cannot be reborn forever, all his existence is completely wiped out, and there is no trace of it anymore, and even his name will be forgotten in everyone's minds.

A generation of ancient Tianjiao, the once eventful years, the former supremacy, and his domineering in the era, there have been brilliance, of course, there has been withering, he is so completely ended, and under the battle with Feng Qingyang, it has completely come to an end.

All this, as he said when he was born with remorse, even if he was unwilling, even if he had resentment, but this was not his era after all, not his Middle Ages, nor the world he once roamed, although he was defeated, he was defeated and did not complain, he was defeated on the road of challenging the strong, the last days of ancient times, all things should have withered, but under the operation of the Heavenly Dao, after a short period of destruction, it ushered in an unprecedented return to the light.

The vanished antiquity, the sleeping Middle Ages, and the downtrodden ancient times all appeared at this time, the sky was proud, the stars were bright and invincible, like shining stars in the night sky, echoing each other, but competing with each other, this era that was calculated by them, the era that could be returned to the light by the way of heaven, has surpassed all the ages, chaotic and strong.

In the final decision, who can become the first person in the three eras? Who can decide the final direction of the spiritual world? Who can compete with the Heavenly Dao? All these are unknown, even if Feng Qingyang, who is the third will of the spiritual world, is also unknown. , his existence, the mystery of Su Hui, and his own strength, in countless conspiracies and tricks, and the wind that has grown up to this day on the edge of life and death, is also terrifying, fighting with it, even the super strong emperor of the Middle Ages has to hate this, without the slightest power to resist.

Throughout the ages, the contest between Tianjiao and Tianjiao, is a myth that cannot be deduced to the end, if the wind is clear in the Middle Ages, I am afraid it will not be so powerful, the times create heroes, the ancient era, destined to be a strong existence of the wind Qingyang.

Emperor Tian died, everyone was sad, each with their own thoughts, a touch of silence appeared on the face of the Fire Spirit King, that was for the era of the past, and the death of Emperor Tian beside him, he wanted to see through everything that Feng Qingyang thought, but in the end he could only turn into a deep fear, hidden in the bottom of his heart.

In this era, maybe it really belongs to Feng Qingyang, he is invincible, and he is surrounded by countless halos, and their recovery may just be a yang conspiracy, setting off the yang conspiracy of Feng Qingyang's growth.