"Dead? Who let you die?"

However, just when Qian Yanli accepted his fate, a sonorous and powerful voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

This voice was smart and domineering, full of unstoppable arrogance, but the moment it fell in his ears, he almost thought it was an illusion, and he couldn't believe that it was the truth.

Although he was in a quagmire-like battle with his body, Yu Guang still kept an eye on Feng Qingyang, and before the big explosion, he clearly saw that Feng Qingyang was at a disadvantage, and the image of his soul falling into weakness was deeply imprinted in his heart.

"Could it be that Xuanzun has fallen?" Qian Yanli opened his eyes, only to feel a powerful aura coming, fleeting, and a young man with clear eyebrows appeared in front of him between the tiger roar.

"Big brother. Feng Qingyang turned around and made a rare grimace, then turned to look at the coming supernatural power, turned his palm, and just slapped it down with a simple slap.

Boom.

The Void shattered, but what was surprising was that the shattered Void was restored to its original state in an instant, and there was no trace of destruction to be seen, and the power of control that made the soul tremble almost made them despair.

"You picked the right time and took advantage of my illness to kill me, right?" Feng Qingyang's eyes refracted the light, and he looked at the extremely ugly face of the body not far away.

"If you choose to make a move, then you will naturally have to face my anger, right?" Feng Qingyang said word by word, sentence by word, like a sharp knife, falling deep into the ears of tens of thousands of monks.

At that moment, they all stopped, looking at the great man who came out of the void at some point, and their hearts trembled, as if they had seen the devil, and those who were not determined actually roared and fainted.

When it is really a nest of bears, a soldier is bearish, and some people are afraid, it will bring a chain reaction, and countless monks will run away after seeing the wind clear and appear alive, some will run away, and some will kneel on the ground and kowtow to beg for mercy.

Now that Feng Qingyang is clear, where do they not know how powerful it is? Being able to fight with the Saint Venerable who slashes himself and killing several Zun in a row, where will they be Feng Qingyang's opponents? Even if they have tens of thousands of monks now, in Feng Qingyang's view, I am afraid that all this is still not enough to see, and they are just a group of scum.

Covering the sky with a flick of his fingers, blowing his breath and bleeding Pulu, the wind was clear and snorted coldly, and his body took a step forward, at this moment, he was actually more powerful.

Integrating Xuan Zun's Dharma Body, his strength has undergone earth-shattering changes, all of which outsiders can't see, if there is, it can only be the Saint Venerable Dharma Appearance who fought in the wind and Qingyang.

Only they know that the terrifying growth of the wind is clear, and every time it will show earth-shaking changes, in fact, it is not that the further back you delay, you can take advantage, but in fact, the further you delay, the greater the loss.

Because the wind was clear at that time, he didn't know how powerful it was, or rather, when he killed the nine saints in a row, he was afraid that he would succeed in entering the sainthood and achieve the body of the emperor.

"Is this the horror of zombies? Only this kind of body can withstand this great majesty. The few Saint Venerables on the cloud head who had not made a move sighed and said.

Tizun was shocked in his heart, looking at the face of the breeze, he knew that if he wanted to leave here alive, it might be difficult, but he was afraid that there was no chance at all.

Although he wanted to tear through the void and flee in a hurry, how easy was this to say? Feng Qingyang would definitely not let him leave so easily, almost at the moment when his thoughts appeared......

The wind in the distance sneered, and the killing intent bloomed, and the swishing sound turned into a dazzling streamer, blocking the heaven and earth, and bombarding away.

The corpse king was angry, the blood flowed Pulu, and the momentum that spread was all earth-shattering, locking the body respect, carrying unforgettable hatred and anger, monstrous out, pouring down, like a raging storm, sweeping the entire heaven and earth in the spirit world.

Since he wants to seize the other party's body, then he naturally has to bear his anger, a thunderous blow, who can compete with the Holy Venerable?

Bang!

There was a violent sound, like the sun exploding, the stars falling, and a thigh floating from nowhere, but unfortunately it was only a flash in the pan and turned into ashes.

With the appearance of the thigh, it is followed by severed hands, stumps, and dead heads, which are not the sublimation of life, but the withering and fall of life, and there is no longer such a name as body respect in the world.

Even if he is a person who is in the Middle Ages and has pushed countless peak powerhouses in the near and ancient times, he can only fall with hatred under the strong bombardment of the wind and the clear air.

If you want to survive, you must either steal your life, or compete with the world, become a king or lose a king, and the truth will never change.

The real strong man is not looking at the peerless demeanor of his current world-roaming, but at the road that the other party has walked behind him, the bones that can't see the end at a glance and the boundless sea of blood.

This road, called the road of the strong, the road of the strong, is so cruel, the choice has to face the result, no matter what the reason, who is.

The body venerable divine soul then came out, looking at the broken body, he did not beg for mercy at Feng Qingyang, and Feng Qingyang, and did not have the idea of not killing him, almost at the moment when the body venerable divine soul appeared, he turned over his hand and exploded it, this kind of scum, even if it was devoured, it could only make him sick.

"Dead, dead...... Fire Spirit King's face turned pale and lost his blood, looking at his body, which had no power to resist under Feng Qingyang's hands, like an ant facing an elephant.

That feeling of powerlessness swept through his body, making him sit in the void, his eyes were blank, he knew what he was about to face, this fate was nothing to others, at most it was a process of the wind blowing on the road of the strong, waves.

But for him, it's his life!

"The so-called reincarnation of cause and effect, you and I were originally innocent and hateless, but you wanted to take my body when I was weak and breed a killing machine against me, if I hadn't controlled my body in time, then I would have died now. ”

F To be honest, Feng Qingyang didn't want to kill the Fire Spirit King at all, this person and him were friends of life and death, and they shared weal and woe in the Tianxuan Ancient Star Seal that day.

But now, he had to kill, he didn't understand why he was as strong as the Fire Spirit King's realm, and he still couldn't see the facts in front of him, sighed deeply, and finally said: "Death in my hands can be regarded as no resentment,"

After speaking, he flicked his fingers, and he couldn't see Ling Guang flickering, but as his fingers were raised, the Fire Spirit King also died, turning into a flood of light and shadow, and finally dissipated into the sky.

His divine soul was swallowed up by the wind and entered the dantian world, and maybe at some point, he would come back to life from there.