Xuanluo is certainly strong, but it is much weaker than Soul Eater.

What's more, at this time, he is full of combat power, not only with the assistance of the bloodline of the Corpse King, but also with the supreme divine power in the Creation Blue Lotus, in the case of eliminating the other, it is already easy to destroy Xuanluo.

The so-called attacking the opponent's shortcomings with his own strengths is like this, if it weren't for the fact that Feng Qingyang has a soul-devouring soul, he would not be so arrogant and domineering, at least not for a generation of strong people.

The collapse of the void, in the eyes of Xuanluo, is something that has never happened before, and those who have entered the Xuanluo Phantom Array in the past are either lucky, so they can guess his deity.

But those people all fell one by one under the powerful power of the phantom array, even if they were the peak powerhouses of the late stage of the demon king, once they entered this array, no matter how strong the opponent's cultivation was, the result would still turn into ashes.

Feng Qingyang has never been merciful to his enemies, and in his world, anyone who hinders him, or wants to kill him, he will repay it with the most ruthless means.

That kind of intense yin and softness made the void roar, and the originally broken sky suddenly converged from all directions to the direction where the wind was clear under the rolling.

Like a hundred birds returning to their nests, it is more like a hundred rivers merging into the sea, and the violent impact caused by the rewinding of the void fragments, where it passed, directly caused Xuanluo's brows to twist into a pimple.

Under this impact, countless phantom array worlds collapsed one after another, and the collision in the roar appeared under the squeeze.

The huge vibration echoed in all directions, shaking the void within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, and even the two old men outside the phantom array felt the changes in the humanoid mountain below them.

Xuanluo's expression changed drastically, he never thought that the momentum of the wind was so strong, and with only the two visions on his body, he could surpass the rules of the phantom array, thereby hooking the outside world and making him even stronger.

"Creation of Qinglian! You actually have Creation of Qinglian...... A little zombie is so powerful, it's really impressive!" Xuan Luo frowned silently.

After the blow, Feng Qingyang did not strike again, but looked at Xuan Luo silently, wanting to give him a choice, after all, the other party's deity was a "half-saint" level existence during his lifetime, and the dog would jump off the wall when he was in a hurry, not to mention that he was still a generation of super powers.

This scene suddenly made Xuanluo think of something, there were no powerful zombie venerables in the Middle Ages, but there were also some strong people who were famous on one side.

However, there is a strange phenomenon, all zombies are like a flash in the pan, when they become famous, they all disappear, since the Middle Ages, Feng Qingyang is still the first zombie body he has seen to cultivate to such a strong person.

I have to say that this is an incredible thing, he was a semi-saint-level existence during his lifetime, and he naturally knew how difficult it was for zombies to cultivate, and if he was not careful, he would become the remnants of refining weapons in the hands of powerful people, or become an incarnation outside the body, or become a puppet.

But the wind in front of him was clear, he was different, and even the most powerful and unique zombie he had seen in tens of thousands of years in his life.

The strong body of the zombie, but it is not the ordinary elm-headed type of zombie that is strong because of some chance, but the cultivation is strong, the spirit is powerful, and the consciousness is even more cunning, almost similar to a demon.

He looked at the void with some depression, looking at the ruined heaven and earth and the hundred zhang void suppressed by the vision of the clear wind, he seemed to have forgotten what the situation was now.

I forgot that he was now, and he was already inseparable from Feng Qingyang, his head was in chaos, he seemed a little depressed, he seemed a little absent-minded, his complicated face was full of thoughts, and his head was a little pale.

As the momentum of the wind and the wind soared, when he turned into the pinnacle, Xuan Luo understood that he could not defeat the other party, and if it was a round of cultivation, he could easily crush him.

Even a look can turn him into ashes, but he is not an ordinary person, he has a soul devouring body, and with the natural protective shell of soul devouring, it undoubtedly makes Feng Qingyang a hedgehog with a turtle shell.

Whether it is defense or attack, he has completely taken the initiative and the upper hand, and his strong rise has simply shocked Xuanluo's eyes.

Xuanluo was suspended in the void, the hideousness on his face gradually disappeared, turning into an unprecedented calm, as if the surrounding heaven and earth could no longer shake his heart in the slightest.

As soon as this state came out, Feng Qingyang suddenly secretly screamed that it was not good, if the other party was hideous and roaring, then he would naturally not be afraid, but now Xuanluo was silent in an instant.

This silence directly led to the abnormality of the atmosphere, and added a weirdness out of thin air, saying that the dog that bites does not bark, and Xuanluo at this time is just like the dog.

seems to be peaceful, but in fact it is just to hide the sharp teeth in his mouth, once he controls the opportunity and grasps the situation, that is the moment when he turns over, as long as he turns over, the first thing to bear the brunt must be the wind Qingyang.

"Crush me!" Feng Qingyang took a deep breath, wanting to break the depression and silence at this time, his head was windless, but he floated by himself, the strange light in his eyes was even more intense, he barely paused for a moment, raised his right hand, and quickly pinched the magic power, and then grabbed Xuanluo.

He snorted coldly, almost bursting out, and the Creation Blue Lotus under him shook violently, and the cyan halo visible to the naked eye, fluttering, naturally formed a natural protective shell for his body.

And at the moment when his hand was raised, the cyan vision that appeared in the void spread forward, and its speed was as fast as a tide, which could be described as terrifying.

Xuanluo was still silent, did not make a sound, the expression on his face was still so indifferent, it seemed that the clear action at this time had no meaning in his heart.

The more this is the case, the more gloomy Feng Qingyang's face becomes, this kind of person, in his opinion, the risk is even greater, although Feng Qingyang believes that the soul devouring will completely explode the other party's divine soul body.

But now it seems that there has been a change, the appearance of this change, maybe he doesn't know it now, but looking at Xuanluo's appearance, he knows that the other party still has a life-saving hole card.

The existence of this hole card is a deterrent for Xuanluo, but for Feng Qingyang, it is a fatal injury, maybe a careless, there will be a reversal against the sky, once the reversal, his end will definitely be miserable.

Not to mention anything else, even if it doesn't die, it itself will be suppressed here, and it will never be able to be reborn, the wind is clear, and his mind flashes, and after grabbing it, he raises his finger and lightly.

This point suddenly distorted the void to the extreme, almost to the verge of shattering. The fragments of the sky gathered in all directions, after condensing and compressing, burst out.