With a cruel smile, he stepped forward again and lifted it up, and threw it forward in a circle, and in the terrifying gaze of everyone, he pointed his left hand to the sky, and in an instant turned into a huge fist, and at the moment of his clenched fist, the dark purple runes spread and swirled, and shot out instantly under his body.

The vicissitudes of life and the heavy aura spread in all directions, overwhelming everyone almost breathlessly, this purple light was the power of the spell runes that had been integrated into his body, and he had cultivated all the way to the point of terror.

"You can get on your knees. Feng Qingyang suddenly let out a sound, raised his hand a little forward, and in an instant, this rune immediately burst out, heading straight for the big man who was reincarnated.

Between the roars, the runes expanded infinitely in the void, and vaguely they could see the fallen curses of the Sealed Realm, and their spell essence was all spread on the runes that swirled out at this moment, this scene, as if this had been out of the scope of the supernatural powers, but the countless curses of the Sealed Realm came out together, and under the control of the wind Qingyang, they violently crashed into this big man.

The big man's face was gloomy, the fear in his eyes couldn't be stopped, and the broken left hand couldn't be recovered, you must know that among the monks, as long as the spirit is still there, the physical body can be restored again.

But now, at the wound where the wind was clear and strangled, there was a strong force left, causing the arm where the wound was not able to be re-derived, not only that, but there was also a strong corrosive force constantly marching towards his body, as if it wanted to completely devour and melt him.

He never thought that this person was so powerful, it was really groundless, thinking back to the ancient god painting that lured him out of the customs, he suddenly had a strong anger in his heart, and the fool could see that he was treated as a bird.

The longer a person lives, the more afraid of death becomes, especially a super powerful person like him who almost stands at the highest level of the spirit world, and he is even more afraid of death than anyone else, he is physically strong, his supernatural powers are strong, and countless years of cultivation have made him almost grow to the peak.

should have enjoyed everything, enjoyed the gentle township, and had a beautiful woman again, but now he was lured out by the ancient god painting, and he was almost about to fall here, how could he not hate. ？

Pity...... One wrong step, one wrong step, if it is an ordinary power, under the crisis of life and death, he may still kneel on the ground and beg for mercy regardless of face, but he is not, he is the messenger of the Holy Venerable, with the face of the Holy Venerable, so that he can only stumble to the end, and cannot beg for mercy or run away, otherwise, it will be more uncomfortable than his death.

"But if I kill you, everything you have will be mine. His angry voice roared, and his body quickly retreated backwards, the powerful runic power made him feel that once it was contaminated with his body, he would definitely die, and there was absolutely no room for resistance.

With one hand, he slapped the storage bag, sacrificed a huge bronze bell to envelop himself, and then took out a large handful of the Spirit Pill King and devoured it in his mouth, in order to quickly deal with the injuries on his body now.

Knock knock!

The appearance of the bronze bell can be described as earth-shattering, this ancient bronze bell, exuding a ghostly light, just a glance can see the extraordinary, I am afraid that it also surpasses the supreme Taoist, not to say that it surpasses but at least it is stronger than the supreme Taoist weapon a lot.

The quiet inscription swirled, exuding an ancient atmosphere, and the pupils of the ancient god shrank, and secretly said Isn't this the supreme dao weapon that the master once refined with his own hands?

The runes collided with the bronze bell, and there was a knocking sound, and every time it appeared, it could make the void crack a huge crack, and the void strangulation spread, constantly cutting the four directions, and the violent vibration made everyone's eardrums ache, as if they were about to burst.

The middle-aged man's heart was shaken, and he never thought that even if he hid under this bronze ancient bell, he still couldn't block the wind and clear expedition.

The roar was endless, much stronger than the thunder, and the sound source that reverberated through the ancient bell was turned upside down under the diffusion.

"Hiding in a turtle shell?" Feng Qing raised his brows and furrowed, sneering in his heart, even if heaven and earth are walls, what can he do?

Damn, he will still die! How can he easily avoid the people he wants to kill? As far as his friends are concerned, he is a good brother who takes care of each other with a knife on both sides.

But against the enemy, or the one who offends him, it is a brutal lone wolf, an absolute demon who kills people without blinking.

Those who offend the scale will be killed!

He punched one punch after another, shaking the heavens and the earth, and under the outbreak of supreme coercion, the earth was shattered, and the number of thousands of square circles was shattered.

When!when!

The power of the bronze ancient bell vibrated one after another, and the strong visual impact once again allowed everyone to witness the power of the wind clearing.

The flesh, the power of catharsis, the majesty of the shore, everyone sighed, how could the flesh have ever been so domineering? This is almost to them once again witnessed the strength of the flesh.

After each other, there will inevitably be a wave of cultivating the flesh again, but the real pride is the overlord, the guy who is known as the body respect, dominating the universe, occupying Tiankui Star and changing its name.

And this time, Feng Qingyang learned from the mouth of the Fire Spirit King that the body venerable had been born, and galloped towards this place with all his might, the purpose was self-evident, just for Feng Qingyang.

Bang!

The bronze ancient bell was overwhelmed, and it was going to be destroyed after all, and it was full of cracks, if it weren't for the strong Dao Yun of this treasure, I am afraid that it would have collapsed long ago.

"Don't kill me!" Just as Feng Qingyang's fatal punch was about to come, the ancient bell shook, and the screams of a middle-aged man were heard.

The tone was full of despair, but there was a strong sense of fear, the feeling that his life was hanging by a thread, and he was going to die under the opponent's fist at any time, which made his whole heart rise to his throat.

Every time his fist fell and the ancient bell vibrate, he felt like he was brushing shoulders with death, and the edge of life and death made him extremely depressed, and his mind almost collapsed.

Such a desperate voice shocked everyone in the Quartet, the quasi-saint limit powerhouse, under the power of the clear wind, actually said to beg for mercy, in the eyes of ordinary people, the strong person who can break through the quasi-saint limit, in terms of his mind, I am afraid that no one can exert pressure on him.

But that's just what ordinary people say, in fact, no matter who they are, when they are on the verge of death, they will be shocked, just ask the world's heroes, how many people dare to really face death?

Unless it is the kind of supreme arrogance, who fails on the way to hegemony, his heart is more sad than death.

"Bullying the weak and fearing the hard, if I am not your opponent, then will you accept my begging for mercy?" Feng Qingyang stopped in front of the bronze ancient bell and looked at the middle-aged man deeply.

"Yes, no way!"