The divine rule transformed by Dao Yun made Feng Qingyang feel a thumping sound all over his body in an instant after contact.

The god rule, which was as thick as an arm, turned into a chain in an instant, like a heavenly curse, just like the power of the heavenly strip that he had stepped on the Nine Heavens.

Rumble!

The three-life diagram rotated, the Yin soldiers quickly gathered, and the ghost king was pointed out by the ancient wilderness, he was as tall as ten thousand feet, like the sun and the moon divine light, holding a huge soul scythe, his eyes were scarlet like a blood moon, his nostrils were facing the sky, and he was spitting out a dark breath.

Raise your hand and raise the knife, a thousand changes evolve out, the killing wind is clear, blocking the void, stepping on the rules, this place is the master of the three-life map, you can kill the quasi-saint, you can destroy the world's strongest, its power is all out at this moment.

The silver scythe, with the breath of death, went straight to Feng Qingyang, the two collided, the sky collapsed, and at the moment of contact, Feng Qingyang only felt a harsh sound in his body.

As if hundreds of millions of ghost soldiers entered the body and fought with their blood, the Dao Yun Divine Rule, which contained the young saint Venerable, all rushed to the face, the vast sea, the wind was clear as if they had stepped into the quicksand river, and they were drifting with the waves.

He scolded loudly, and both waved like a grinding plate, invincible, pushing the world horizontally, crushing the Quartet, and under the sonorous sound, it collided violently with the soul sickle, and the sound of concussion resounded throughout the world.

Countless people bleed, only to feel that their eardrums vibrated like thunder, and their spirits were all swaying, as if they were about to disperse at any time, but the first wave of impact bloomed with such a terrifying power, so what could the wind in the center of the battlefield be?

The blood of the wind was boiling, burning, the flesh and blood kept collapsing, and hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers entered the body and launched an attack of the wind and clouds, making his body tremble non-stop, as if he had been electrocuted.

And the changes in his body made his movements slower too, and almost at the moment when the ghost king swept by, one of Nuoda's heads flew like this.

The blood flowed like an infusion, spurting out far away, and the windy body was submerged in the three-life diagram, and there was no trace in sight, and his head was directly suppressed by the ghost king at the moment when it was separated from the body.

The coffin came in the air, with the breath of the underworld, the kind of invincible assets that made people desperate and could not afford the slightest resistance, and trampled the head of the wind and the wind directly.

"Ahh

His long hair flew wildly, his eyes were like electricity, his hands were almost overdrawn, and the terrifying power erupted from his body, and with his head as the center, it released an invincible aura.

The void shook, the brilliant light was brilliant, shining the heavens, and the power that erupted in an instant actually overwhelmed the power of the three-life diagram in a moment.

The ancient and ancient monks looked at the wind indifferently, they didn't have the mind of the ancient monks, they might have been controlled by the will of the Heavenly Dao long ago.

He was once again shattered to pieces, his flesh and blood burned, and almost turned into ashes under the suppression of the Sansheng Tu Ancient Coffin, and the light left behind lasted forever, which almost made Feng Qingyang fall like this.

"It's over, it's over, your calamity is unbreakable, even if you break the Three Lives Diagram, do you know that after me, there are other saints waiting for you?"

And in this life, he seems to be a little melancholy, as if he has seen the fall of Tianjiao, the highest in this era, he is controlled by the will of heaven, he can't help himself, he doesn't want to fall by the wind, and he doesn't want to die by himself.

However, if he can't obey the way of heaven, I'm afraid that his end will be miserable, even if he is strong, but he has no qualifications to argue with the way of heaven, he doesn't, but the wind is clear.

"Do you really think I'm going to die?" In the dazed world, in the three-life diagram of countless Yin soldiers, there was a roar of wind and anger, and his suppressed body and head were reintegrated, and even the flesh, meridians, and bones that were scattered and cut were all reconciled at once.

This time he was killed, and the Sansheng Diagram burst out with all the power, almost killing Feng Qingyang with electric light and flint, bursting his body, separating the head and body, suppressing it in turn, and Feng Qingyang was reborn in the chaos.

His eyes were as bright as starlight, the kind of immortal light that almost burned the entire void.

Walking out of the chaos, his hands evolved immortal supernatural powers, and all the Yin soldiers and Yin generals who were overwhelming here devoured his body, and his corpse king bloodline was the master of all yin and evil, and this kind of perverted bloodline directly crushed and refined, bursting out with absolute might, and the ancient monks all cheered to celebrate the strong rise of the wind and Qingyang.

He was majestic and domineering, looking at the ancient desolate afterlife above the coffin, his heart flashed with murderous intent, and he unconsciously revealed a cold snort.

When he raised his hand, various laws were derived, his left hand pushed horizontally, and the killing world was derived, and his right hand directly turned paper into a sword.

Surrounded by purple light, the halo spreads, like a sea of clouds coming out of thin air, sniping at the three-life map.

In fact, when the Ghost King was derived, this invincible array came to an end.

After all, it's just a one-time magic weapon.

"Open the sky, I cut you crosswise. Feng Qingyang let out a furious sound, and the purple light was crushed by the big world, and it exploded the Sansheng Diagram, and when he passed, he used his human way to govern his body, and cut off the head of the ancient wilderness in the afterlife.

"My God, the head of the Young Saint Venerable in the next life was cut off by him. "Compared to the embarrassment of the clear wind, perhaps they have become numb, and now, with the moment of separation of the head and corpse in the afterlife of the ancient wilderness.

They were almost stunned, and this visual shock, which went straight to the soul, paralyzed them deeply.

"Gu Huang, you old boy, I said that you can't fight this little pervert alone, you still don't believe it, do you think that a self-slash will crush him?"

In the void, there was a wild laugh, the sound of which shook the universe and resounded nine heavens away.

The wind and clouds surged, the light came out all over the sky, and a vague scene, just like the appearance of the ancient wilderness, the strong aura made the monks of the Quartet all kneel on the ground with a bang.

Gu Huang is a little low-key, and the power that comes with Dao is much more domineering, and his figure has not completely appeared, as if he disdains to manifest in front of everyone.

The beings here knelt on the ground, but the coercion they endured was only the aftermath of this great power, and in fact, the person he was targeting was the wind clear.

At this moment, the coercion that seemed to be like a substance swept over, Feng Qingyang snorted, he raised his head and stared at the chaos of the void, and glared at it without showing weakness.

"The old immortal will only bully others with his power!" Feng Qingyang said with a foolish smile, he held back his body that was about to collapse, and suddenly opened his mouth.

"Swallow the sky!" he shouted in his heart, and the bloodline of the Corpse King rioted, and at the moment when the mysterious power swept over, it suddenly began to devour the Three Lives Diagram.