Looking at the moon in the night, the breeze blew, and the white robe suddenly crackled, and a few strands of long hair blew up from the back of his head, as if to cover his face.

The wind was soft, like a big invisible hand, gently caressing his face full of vicissitudes.

Just like when he was still in the cultivation realm, standing on the cliff and looking at Xuantian Ji, the wind is soft, and the people are softer!

Tianxuan Ancient Star fought a battle, so that everyone thoroughly understood Feng Qingyang's strength, except for the initial agreement, the rest of the Tianjiao closed their mouths.

But it doesn't mean that Tianjiao's quietness will lead to tranquility in the windy life, in fact, the moment he returns to the Nine Heavenly Palace, it is impossible to live.

There are nine Holy Venerables, the City Lord of the Sin City, the Buddha Venerable, the Lord of the Duobao Pavilion, the Heavenly Providence Holy Venerable, and in addition to these four Holy Venerables who are more or less related, there are the remaining five.

All along, he never took it to heart, anyway, the sky fell and his master carried it, but it was this optimistic attitude that led to his current gloom.

When he knew that the rest of the Saints wanted to kill him, especially the moment when the ancient gods drew back, recruited troops and provoked him, he was completely enraged.

"Demon Venerable, Linglong Tianzun, I have no grievances with you, why do you want to put me to death like this?" he muttered softly, and as soon as these words came out, they turned into a violent wind, sweeping in all directions, blowing the heavens and the earth to riot.

The moon and stars are scarce, this night, the wind is clear and standing on the top of the mountain, and he can't be calm for a long time, if the killing opportunity of these great saints makes him feel angry, then a few of the people who appear in them make him feel chaotic, and he is helpless.

His heart could not be calm, the northern shadow of Xiao Suo looked extremely lonely under the moonlight, he raised his hand and stretched it out, as if trying to grasp something, but in the end he fell weakly, and sighed heavily.

"I knew that you were destined to be ordinary back then, but why couldn't you come to me for so many years?

And you, obviously without saying goodbye, now appear to be my mortal enemy, what do you want me to do?" Feng Qingyang stood on the top of the mountain, his eyes and teeth full of unspeakable bitterness.

"Wait for me, wait for me to survive the catastrophe of the emperor, and then I will naturally give you justice, a reason to convince you. The wind whispered, raised his hand and waved forward, the lingering mist suddenly disappeared without a trace, and his eyes followed the slowly swirling moonlight above, and he exhaled deeply.

"At that time, it is the time when I come to really find you, only in this way can I fully control my own destiny, my life experience, and the relationship with Qianzun, under the connection of this clue, it is already very clear, Xiaoyue, Xuantianji, you have to wait for me. Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed and muttered.

The figure standing on the top of the mountain also disappeared in an instant after saying such a sentence, and there was no trace left behind, only the originally calm fog in front of it began to flip up again after a moment, and seemed to fall into a never-ending shaking.

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The starry sky in the spirit world, as the wind Qingyang imagined, after the battle between him and the emperor, the original chaotic pattern suddenly became clear, and the strength of the ancient, middle and ancient times has entered a run-in period, although there are constant large and small conflicts, but it is still far away from the outbreak of a great war.

However, if this is the case, it is judged that the spirit world has ushered in a rebirth, it is simply a joke, this is just a prelude to the coming storm, and it only needs an opportunity, and the great war that should have broken out will still be carried out in an orderly manner.

With the insidiousness of the Heavenly Dao, how could he give up an opportunity to put an end to the many great powers of the spirit world? But in the same way, the three major forces were all wandering in the spirit world, as if they were looking for something.

Although Feng Qingyang is not very clear, he probably understands one or two, the news of Qingshuang's residual will has completely spread in the spirit world, and Qingshuang in Fengqingyang's dantian world is not complete, but occupies one-third of the body.

The other two-thirds were still scattered all over the spirit world, and many monks went in groups to investigate, among which there were many extreme powerhouses with quasi-saint peaks, and in their opinion, the reason why Feng Qingyang was strong was fundamentally due to the will of the other party.

If the remaining two-thirds of Qingshuang's will was obtained by them, wouldn't they have the capital to fight against it?

And in the depths of the spiritual realm, there were two teams of people and horses forming a formation with each other, as if a huge fishing net had been sprinkled, slowly advancing in the starry sky.

Below them was a huge battleship, bronze and ancient iron, filled with a terrifying breath of terror, and the battleship swallowed the clouds and fog as if it were sailing on rolling waves.

On the deck of the battleship, at the forefront, stood two young and beautiful women, both of whom were as noble as fairies, both exuding a sense of ten thousand years of ice, and behind them, dozens of monks followed.

If you look closely, you will inevitably find that there is a quasi-saint peak powerhouse hidden in it - this is a battleship of ancient forces!

"Sister, do you think Qingshuang's will really exists?" asked the seemingly younger woman softly, her voice was like a song, pleasant to listen to, and her expression was comfortable, revealing an ethereal and cleansing feeling.

They walked through the starry sky one after another, and the strong aura directly told the monks around them silently, no one should enter, and those who broke through were killed.

The battleship drove further, and it was about to leave the Terran region and go to the Luo Tian Star Sea where demons coexisted, and from a distance, on the colorful starry sky, there were vast continents floating everywhere, and it seemed that the scenery was almost to the extreme beauty.

"There is no wind in the air, but there is an existence. After a long silence, the other woman finally spoke, her pupils looked a little strange, not like ordinary people, but there were three points in them, and if you looked closely, you would find that those three points were slowly rotating......

That kind of wisdom that penetrates the past and the present, like a cold light, no one dares to look at it, as if everything will be exposed to the eyes of the other, even the deepest secrets.

Not far behind the two, there was a handsome man, he looked directly at the two people in front of him, his face looked quite gloomy, and the quiet atmosphere seemed very scary, obviously extremely lively, but it had to be so heavy and depressing.

After a long time, the battleship seemed to touch something, causing the hull of the ship to suddenly shake violently, and a huge phantom faintly appeared in the sky above it, at the moment when the battleship shook.

This figure is not an ordinary Terran monk, but like a poor person, with a dog's head and a tiger body, majestic and majestic, and at a glance, it almost recognizes it as a unicorn.