If it weren't for Feng Qingyang's luck to enter the ancient prosperous dynasty, the relics of Dashang were found in the ancient cemetery of Qingqiu, and the existence of soul devouring would have disappeared forever in the dust of history and turned into a legend.

However, the will of heaven may be like this, Xiaozhu has the soul of the Great Zhou Emperor's concubine, and it is the existence of her turn, her ancestor Su Daji, is the ancient fox ancestor, this kind of everything, brought Feng Qingyang to the ruins of Dashang.

It was precisely in this way that he was able to find the Soul Devouring Fragment that should have been extinguished in the long stream of history, and even forcibly turned it into his own with his powerful Corpse King bloodline and the Creation Blue Lotus in his body.

Otherwise, if there was no scene back then, he would not be able to turn his divine soul into perfection, and if he entered this place, he might have caught the Tao of Xuanluo and become the unjust soul in his phantom array, and he hated it.

"If you don't agree...... Feng Qingyang grinned again, not speaking, a few short words, echoing in the void, causing ripples.

His Soul Devouring Qi became powerful again, and the Soul Devouring Form suspended above his head was even more unscrupulous grinning at Xuan Luo, the greed and his own strong desire to devour almost suppressed Xuan Luo to the point that he couldn't breathe, although he didn't have to breathe at all.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Xuan Luo suddenly roared, and at the same time, the heavens and the earth were once again stormy with his roar.

The weather was gloomy, there was a feeling that a storm was coming, and the calm but turbulent void began to roll up layer by layer under this breath, and at that moment, the wind cleared his heart and knew that the other party had reached an intolerable level.

With a slap of his hand, the golden aura burst out, Xuan Luo didn't make a move, but just had a thought, and the small Xiuzhen Star that rotated in his hand released a palm, this palm was not a thing of the palm realm, but beyond the palm realm, derived from his powerful array technique.

"With just a crippled soul devourer, you want to devour me and suppress me?" Xuan Luo smirked, the calm on his face flashing away, replaced by a face full of madness.

Who is he? In front of him is the top master of the formation path in the Middle Ages, who dominates the world with the art of the formation path, which can be called a hegemon-level existence, and he can exist in an alternative way until the end of the Middle Ages.

It can be seen from this that the arrogance in his heart is strong, and the important thing is that his own cultivation is incomparably strong, even if there is only a divine soul left, it is not comparable to Feng Qingyang.

It is said that the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, not to mention that this is the power that once rampant? Although he was shocked when the wind cleared and released the soul-devouring breath, it was a short moment after all.

The monks who were able to achieve demi-sainthood were all outstanding among the thousands, so after a short period of surprise, they regained that calm state of mind.

According to the assets of his formation, it is enough to crush everything in the world, and his big hand is volleying into the air, covering the sky and the sun, and the palm wind sweeping the heaven and earth, which is the world he himself has transformed, and it is even more crazy.

"I'm going to see if you can devour me. ”

Feng Qingyang was silent, looking at the golden palm that was gradually crushing, it was impossible to say that he was not afraid, after all, the other party was too powerful, and he had once won the existence of a half-saint.

If it weren't for the deterrence of his soul-devouring power, he would have already hated this place a long time ago, and after thinking about it, the golden palm had already descended, and if he was hit by it, he would definitely be wiped out.

"Demon!" Raising his palm, he looked at the one that contained the Nine Heavenly Palace's Demon Cliff, and this stroke was just one of the thousands of scratches.

Although it was only one, it was the guiding thing for him to comprehend the demonic heart, and when it was fused into the supernatural power, it was even more flawedly rolled up with its terrifying coercion.

That feeling was just a glance, and he had a strong feeling that as long as he pressed it with one palm, he could destroy the Xuanluo deity in front of him, and even burst all living beings.

As soon as the word demon came out, at that moment, the scratches on the palm of the palm suddenly flashed, as if there was spirituality, and it seemed to be quietly answering Feng Qingyang's words.

His eyes revealed a wonderful light, and the scratches on his palms burst out to the pinnacle of intense light at this time, filling the sky with sword aura.

But at the moment of appearance, they all converged until there was nothing left of the void, until the void finally appeared with a faint, almost imperceptible scratch.

The scratches collided with the golden palms, one was the pinnacle of the Middle Ages, and the other was the heart of the perverted rising star at the end of the ancient period.

There was no violent noise, no terrifying explosion, and a brilliant light curtain, almost silently blended together, followed by a slight click.

Like a spider's web, when it appeared, it spread densely again, and in a blink of an eye, it was covered with the entire golden palm, and at the moment when the crack appeared, the palm that was pressing downward suddenly stopped, and the stagnation was fixed in mid-air.

Feng Qingyang took a deep breath, his eyes flashed imperceptibly, he originally thought that his supernatural powers were not the enemy of the other party's tricks at all, but now the result was for him to see a glimmer of hope.

"Could it be that he is just the end of a strong crossbow, or is he a silver spear wax head that is strong on the outside and dry in the middle?" Feng Qingyang underestimated, and then snorted, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, and he rolled backwards with a bang.

This power came invisibly, like beating a bull in the air, directly imprinted in Feng Qingyang's body, and the powerful power of the formation directly suppressed Feng Qingyang's mana.

"You think, that's all?"

Seeing Feng Qingyang spilling blood, Xuan Luo himself laughed even more arrogantly, his face was full of pride, as if he could see that Feng Qingyang was injured, which was a thing that he was extremely happy about.

His gaffe, his arrogance, also doomed his end!

After hearing the words, the upside-down Feng Qingyang smiled coldly, looked at him noncommittally, and a faint sneer flashed in his eyes.

Stabilizing his body, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth at will, his eyes were incomparably deep and vast, falling in Xuanluo's eyes, and an indescribable feeling appeared in his heart.

It made him feel as if the wind was clear at this time, and it was the strongest time!

Feng Qingyang slowly closed his eyes, but it was only a short moment, and at the moment when he opened it again, a dazzling light flashed in his discouragement, almost melting Xuanluo's world and his own divine soul.

The corpse king's bloodline was running, and cyan lotus leaves appeared under his feet, one flower and one world, one step at a time, he stepped on the void and slowly walked towards Xuanluo in front of him.

The heavens and the earth changed, and his steps were like a generation of top demon gods descending from the sky, the kind of majesty that reigned over the world made Xuanluo's pupils shrink sharply, and the jealousy in his eyes became even stronger.