The many golden-armored gods of war who have just appeared, in his opinion, are just cannon fodder.

As these words appeared, the clouds and mist of the passage flipped over, and there was a roaring thunder under the rolling.

The terrifying aura that appeared spread in all directions, Feng Qing raised his eyebrows, and secretly said that an important person finally appeared, in advance, he quickly retreated backwards, prepared, after all, the golden armor god of war that appeared, once stronger than once, if it is careless, the boat capsized in the gutter, then the gain outweighs the loss, at least after retreating, there is still this trace of preparation.

This is still second, just as Feng Qingyang stared at the deep void, a flash of light flashed in it, looking at the other party's gray pupils, Feng Qingyang trembled coldly, and then the breath that erupted all over his body became violent again.

"It's ...... The mutilated flesh of the Venerable Spirit?" But before Feng Qingyang could continue to think about it, the right thing came later, and when the phantom disappeared and the figure appeared, he had already come to his side, and the distance between the two was only a few meters.

The other party just glanced at Feng Qingyang lightly, and his gray pupils rotated, making Feng Qingyang instantly understand that the golden-armored god of war that appeared at this time was definitely not a puppet, but a genuine creature with consciousness.

His eyes were cold and ruthless, his face was like frost, and his unscrupulous sweeping wind was clear, and he swung his fists upwards like a tiger descending from the mountain, bringing up a violent momentum that almost destroyed the world.

In the distance of the sky, Qian Yanli and the others stood silently in the sky, looking at the wind fighting with them below, with different thoughts, in front of them, there was also an old man.

Kind eyebrows and kind eyes, crane hair and childish face, you can't see the slightest bit of powerful breath, giving people the feeling that it is like an old man in the countryside, who seems to be weak and can't help the wind, but in fact, it is an existence that makes the entire spiritual world tremble when he moves his feet.

"Master, why do you still have to test Qing Yang until now? When he first entered the Nine Heavenly Palace, he walked through the Heavenly Damnation. Mo Qianxiao asked suspiciously.

"If he can't even get through this hurdle, what will he do to face the crisis that will follow? What's more, the enemy he will face after the tribulation is on the same level as me. The Lord of Sin City suddenly replied.

He knows everything about his disciples, even if it is some earth-shattering mysteries, he will not hesitate to tell them at all, he will not reserve at all, it can be said that he has cultivated such a few disciples with all his might.

Listening to the words of the city lord, everyone was shocked in their hearts, and secretly said that time flies so fast, an era, and it has entered an advanced stage, although it has lasted for three hundred years again.

But these three hundred years, for them, is almost a flick of a finger, a retreat and meditation, and the mortal dust is a thousand years later, when they are famous in the spiritual realm, the wind has not yet appeared.

But when he appeared, the entire spiritual world changed, watching him almost step by step, from a small sapling to be trampled on, gradually growing into a towering tree.

How many people can match him now? Even if it is themselves, although they are under the same division, their strength is also very different.

However, compared to the rest of the Holy Venerables, the disciples of Sin City are all relatively special, and they are considered to be unique existences in the world, each of them has something extraordinary, and there are only a few disciples.

This also caused their power to be weak, but in fact, for the disciples under the other Holy Venerable Thrones, it made them crazy with jealousy, and the scarcity of things was precious, and the scarcity of disciples also meant that they could have more resources and benefits.

At this time, within the passage of the Ten Heavenly Palaces, there was a roar, and bursts of violent aura spread in all directions, and under the whirlwind, a strong killing intent also followed, making this place a place of catastrophe, almost like a miniature version of the aura of the spiritual realm.

After Feng Qingyang made a move, he didn't stop, constantly colliding with the Golden Armor God of War, and the power of the explosion has also increased from the initial fifty percent to the current seventy percent.

The more you fight, the more courageous you become, but in fact, the more you fight, the more frightened you become, and you keep fighting, so that Feng Qingyang thinks that this is not a test at all, but a genuine yang conspiracy to kill.

Yes, in fact, it is true, if he can't pass it smoothly, even if he doesn't die, I'm afraid he will be kicked out of the Nine Heavenly Palace, and everyone naturally understands this truth in their hearts, but what they can't figure out is why the master wants to treat him like this, can it be said that he can't believe in the strength of the other party?

Under the battle, the storm and the unparalleled power of the flesh hit the entire passage violently, and it was almost about to collapse and explode, and the battle between Feng Qingyang and the Golden Armor God of War reached a peak of white-hot.

Moreover, the golden armor god of war that appears now, the strength of the flesh is almost infinitely close to the wind Qingyang, and the two of them are not divided between the top and the bottom, as if between the two of them, in the passage, you punch me and I kick the battle, but it is quite a fight.

Time passed, and soon, the battle between Feng Qingyang and the Golden Armor God of War lasted for a month, and the endless Golden Armor God of War would immediately appear in the void after being blown up by Feng Qingyang.

Every time it appears, it is much stronger than the beginning, in this passage, the wind is clear and whistling, looking at the reappeared golden armor god of war, he forgot the time, but also forgot everything, in his eyes, the world is only left with this golden armor god of war, because, the one that appears now is already equivalent to his body.

"If it's really the body part of the Venerable Venerable, how can the Master Venerable have it? You must know that the Dao is the Venerable today. Feng Qingyang's scalp was numb, looking at this golden-armored god of war, his pupils shrank, flashing with a strange brilliance.

Although he did not break through the Emperor's Tribulation, his body had reached the level of the Emperor's Honor, and once the Tribulation was successful, he could transform into the body of the Ancestral Zombie, which was powerful at that time, and he almost didn't dare to imagine.

After this golden-armored god of war appeared, with a heavy killing, it was clear at a glance that the opponent's combat power was extremely strong, and when the wind was clear, the roar of killing appeared in the void of the four directions.

If that's all it is, but after it appears, it itself is a rapid change, and when it is about to get close to the clear wind, it turns into a zombie!

Not only that, this zombie appearance is not much different from the appearance of him turning into a zombie, like another self, Feng Qingyang's eyes glared, looking at the golden armor god of war who was galloping in front of him, and his heart turned up a monstrous giant Lang.

"This breath, absolutely yes!" he snorted coldly, and instantly made a decision in his heart, he and he must have a victory, if he wins, he will be able to see the city lord of the Sin City, but defeat, Feng Qingyang has no concept of failure in his heart at all.

Lifting his foot and collapsing forward, the moment he landed, he also transformed into a zombie with blue faces and fangs, "In this way, it will be fair, won't it?"