"I am immortal, how can you oppress me with your identity?"

The wind is clear and hideous, out of the chaos, the blood of the corpse king rolls the wind and clouds, and the bottomless vortex devours the sky and the three life maps, this magic weapon that shocks an era, surpasses the existence of the supreme dao weapon, and finally refines it under his strength.

His shattered body, broken bones, and body turned into ashes, at the moment when the Three Lives Diagram was refined, it was a little difficult to reappear.

This time, the three-life diagram of the ancient wilderness almost shocked him to death, only a little, shattered his bones, and even the imprints on his body, maybe he should not die, at the last moment, the bloodline of the corpse king suddenly gushed out a mysterious power.

This power came very abruptly, and in fact it was extremely mysterious, but for Feng Qingyang, this was not the first time, nor was it the last.

I still remember that in the dark night ghost market of the cultivation realm, the moment Xiao Zhu's body fell, the power of his bloodline rioted once, although it was said that the winning hook battle would follow, but that feeling was like engraved in the soul.

"No, my life will never end here. "The wind cleared and the three souls returned to one, and the divine soul possessed the body, walked out of the chaos, stretched out his hand and tore the sky alive, devouring the remaining yin qi in the sky one by one, and there was nothing left.

The battle with the ancient wilderness, nine deaths and one life, but also subconsciously tempered his body again, at this time he can truly deserve to become unparalleled in the world, his physical body, and even his will and soul are reborn at the last moment.

Gu Huang was shocked in his heart, and secretly said that it was really against the sky, although this three-life diagram was only a textile after his Holy Venerable, but in his years, it was able to suppress the existence of eternity, and it was precisely because it was too terrifying that this diagram could become a one-time magic weapon.

Like a forbidden thing, once used, the momentum is like a bamboo, he didn't kill Feng Qingyang, and Feng Qingyang didn't hurt him, it seemed to be evenly matched, but he knew that he lost, completely lost.

No one would have thought that Feng Qingyang was alive, all this was in the imagination, but it was also unexpected, the bloodline of the corpse king engraved in his body, this is equivalent to Feng Qingyang's final hole card,

"You...... What other means?" the wind roared out, walking in the void, the coercion of that mysterious power, he was not afraid, he did not doubt at all, this is the Holy Venerable,

Another Saint Venerable, he believed even more, the other party would never dare to bully him with the strength of the Saint Venerable, if he wanted to attack, then he had to be like the ancient wilderness, cut himself and seal his cultivation.

"Little chops. ”

In the chaos, the vague person made a faint sound, and his voice roared like thunder, resounding in all directions, making Feng Qingyang tremble, at this time, he was still forcibly inflicted on him with the power of the Holy Venerable.

"So what?" Feng Qingyang's heart was furious, and he took another step forward, which can be described as reaching the peak, and his momentum climbed to the top, unprecedented, under this step, time and space seemed to stop, he instantly came to the front of the ancient wilderness, looked up at the sky, raised his hand and conjured up a huge green lotus, and under the rotation, a wisp of cyan light curtain fell, resisting the coercion that made him all over his body shatter, supporting the heaven and earth, and preventing it from falling to continue to destroy his body.

"You!looking for death!" The voice in the chaos looked a little angry, maybe Feng Qingyang guessed correctly, he really didn't dare to use the Holy Venerable's coercion excessively, at least now is not the time, the thunder is rolling, the heavens and the earth are trembling, it seems that Feng Qingyang and the most angry thing in his heart is angered.

The sky is upside down, the thunder sea is boundless, mixed with his emperor's calamity, making Feng Qingyang's heart sway, his face became a little pale, unnaturally, a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again, even if the wind Qingyang blocked it, but under this catastrophe, maybe he would definitely die and turn into ashes.

"Come on. The wind cleared and struggled to hold up Qinglian, his eyes were hideous, the teeth at the corners of his mouth looked white, and he reflected a cold light that made people tremble in the starry sky.

"If you can't kill me today, the day after you will die. Feng Qingyang roared again.

He actually threatened the Holy Venerable? This is the Holy Venerable, not the cabbage on the side of the road, which dominates the world and is unparalleled in the world, suppressing the pinnacle power of an era, how can anyone provoke it?

Some people looked at the wind in disbelief, and from him, they saw too many things, each of which could shock their bodies to the point of being incomplete, trembling all over, scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and their mouths were dry and speechless.

"Emperor Shi, with you, you can't help me. The wind was clear and flashed like lightning, raised his hand to control the ancient wilderness, led it up, and then looked at the void indifferently, exerted force in his hand, and tore it directly, the blood was like a curtain, the bones were splashed, and the ancient wilderness that slashed himself was directly torn in half by him in one fell swoop.

Thundered!

The void of the riot, before the wind cleared and the madness was unabated, he opened his mouth to swallow all the spirit of the open air, and under the eyes of everyone who were already paralyzed, and the heart of the stone emperor was shocked to the extreme, he made such a move against the sky.

Poof.

After a while, the aura of the ancient wilderness was re-derived here, his real body appeared, and he looked at the stone emperor helplessly, for the wind Qingyang, he did not have as much hatred as he imagined, on the contrary, there was an indescribable feeling.

For the strong, as well as his pinnacle qualifications, he sincerely admired, although he came to kill Feng Qingyang involuntarily, but his heart was not like this.

Moreover, he has been defeated by Feng Qingyang and has lost the qualification to fight again.

"Is it worth it? After a year, you will lose your position as a saint and dissipate into heaven and earth, obviously you still have the means, why don't you use it?" In addition to the Stone Emperor, next to the ancient wilderness, an old man reappeared.

He looked much kinder, but his cold face couldn't stop the fire in his heart at all, he was the master of the Duobao Pavilion, the successor of the power inherited from the ancient, medieval, and ancient times.

"The Holy Venerable Duobao,. Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank, and to this day, he finally saw the master behind the Duobao Pavilion, although he had a guess in his heart, but now that he saw it, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Compared to himself, and what he said before, he was even more shocked, a year, a year to lose the position of the Holy Venerable?

He looked at Gu Huang suspiciously, this powerful power that was torn in half by him mercilessly, he really didn't understand in his heart, was this really the case? Could it be that he voluntarily did not resist? Thinking back to the previous scene, it seemed that he made a move, and the other party had no power to resist, now that he thinks about it, I am afraid that the other party deliberately did so.