Chapter 1355: Doomsday Storm, how difficult is it to create the world?
This sword cut through the sky, and a huge chasm seemed to appear between the sky and the earth.
He Feiyang's rushing figure had already been sent flying away by the aftermath before it even touched the sword.
After taking more than ten steps back, the figure stopped.
"You are obviously the Great Emperor, why do you have the power of law?" He Feiyang narrowed his eyes and asked solemnly.
“I said, no one can stop me from what I want,” Xu Zimo said.
He Feiyang snorted coldly, seeming to be a little dissatisfied with Xu Zimo's arrogant words.
“What I don’t give, no one can take from me.”
I saw He Feiyang standing in the void, with the air of standing alone and looking down at all things.
The purple cloud energy around him continued to move closer to him, and the aura around him became stronger and stronger.
In the blink of an eye, the holy power was filled with energy.
Majestic power is raging in the sky, and hurricanes are roaring.
“So what now?” He Feiyang snorted coldly.
“Look next to you,” Xu Zimo chuckled.
He Feiyang turned his head, and his face suddenly changed drastically, because there was a man standing next to the ghost face flower.
This man is none other than Bai Meng.
What frightened He Feiyang was that he didn't know when the other party was standing there.
Looking at Baimeng, He Feiyang spoke for a long time and said, "Holy King?"
But Baimeng smiled and said nothing, his right hand was shrouded in demonic energy, and he slowly grabbed the face of the ghost ghost.
“Who are you?” He Feiyang asked quickly.
He was also a little unsure in his heart.
"I'm just a little demon general under the Lord's throne," Baimen shook his head.
As if his name was not worth mentioning.
“Are you kidding? He is a great emperor, he has so many virtues and abilities,” He Feiyang obviously didn’t believe it.
"You can't guess the things in this world," Baimeng shook his head slightly.
“You are pretending to be a ghost,” He Feiyang said coldly: “No matter who you are, you can’t take away the ghost face.”
“It doesn’t matter what you say,” Baimon shook his head.
His right hand has already grasped the Ghost Face Flower, which has produced a spirit.
It actually resisted Baimen very much. There was a strong power coming from the petals, and it kept trying to break free from Baimen's big hand.
“Looking for death,” He Feiyang shouted.
The aura of purple clouds surrounding him filled the air for thousands of miles, and in a short period of time, his cultivation level was raised to the level that he had become a saint a long time ago.
“I heard that your ancestor once wanted to destroy the world and created a move. I wonder how well you learned it?” Xu Zimo laughed at the side.
He Feiyang is a descendant of Tianwu, the god of wind. Back then, Tianwu almost destroyed the world and was eventually suppressed and killed.
The reason for this has passed for several generations, and I am afraid no one knows it.
"You'll know after you try it," He Feiyang said calmly without getting angry.
He closed his eyes slightly and pondered a little.
Suddenly a breeze flashed through his eyes.
"Wind is everywhere, it can blow by, and it can also sweep across the sky and the earth."
He Feiyang said with a solemn expression.
He seemed to be praying, with the strong wind surrounding him.
From a wisp of breeze, it becomes violent, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, making the sky dark and the earth dark, and it wants to wreak havoc on the heaven and the earth.
“Doomsday storm.”
The wind between heaven and earth has changed. It is no longer an ordinary wind, but wisps of pitch black, like a dead hurricane before the end.
The wind was everywhere, blowing across Xu Zimo's face like a knife, causing pain.
The winds between the sky and the earth flew in all directions and gathered in all directions, forming a tornado.
The pitch-black storm even split the sky, leaving the earth riddled with holes.
“Kill,” He Feiyang controlled the Doomsday Storm and went directly towards Baimeng to kill him.
“A very good move, the law of wind has been understood to the extreme.
If we wait until we get to the Holy King, we might be able to touch traces of the rules through the shady trees of our ancestors," Baimeng praised.
“But in the end, the level is still too low.
How can you fight me if you don't cross the Holy King?"
At the height of his power, He Feiyang was only a great sage, still one step away from being a sage king.
He has been preparing for so many years now just to surpass the Holy King and have two souls of life and death.
Baimon waved his right hand, and the demonic energy of despair condensed into a sickle of despair.
With the sickle in his hand, it was like the god of death coming to him.
Looking at the sweeping doomsday storm, he slashed it with a scythe.
This looks like just an ordinary sickle.
But when it was cut out, the sky and the earth seemed to be cut into pieces, and the small world was shattered.
Even He Feiyang had the illusion that the sickle had cut across his neck.
Even his soul was harvested.
The whole body felt cold for only a moment, although He Feiyang knew that it was all just an illusion.
Finally, the heyday was cut open with one sword.
The doomsday storm was completely wiped out by this sword.
As if this is the real end, the real destruction.
Seeing this scene, He Feiyang swallowed hard and was silent for a long time.
Watching helplessly, the flower on the face of the ghost ghost was pulled up by Baimeng, and then handed over to Xu Zimo's hands.
He then smiled bitterly and said, "I shouldn't have provoked you at all. I am just luring the wolf into the house."
He previously used the Wind God inheritance as bait to draw the demons into the game.
How did you discover that when the power is strong to a certain extent, all conspiracies are nothing more than chickens and dogs.
“When do you plan to hand over the remaining inheritance to me,” Xu Zimo asked.
"You still have the nerve to ask me for inheritance?" He Feiyang said: "Do you think I will give it to you?"
“Why not?” Xu Zimo asked.
“What if I can help you become a Holy King?”
“Are you willing to return the Ghost Face Flower to me?” He Feiyang said in surprise.
“For you to become a holy king, you don’t necessarily have to be a ghost,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.
“Oh, I’d like to hear the details,” He Feiyang replied.
He thought Xu Zimo was talking big words because his reincarnation was a complicated matter.
Without the help of a divine creature like the Minghun Ghost Face Flower, it would be impossible to achieve it.
Even he himself has no hope in his heart.
“When you reincarnate and rebuild, all you lack is the baptism of the power of law and a little bit of the power of creation,” Xu Zimo said.
The power of creation allowed him to reshape his body, and the power of law helped him step into the Holy King.
It can be said that both are indispensable.
“You say it is easy, but the power of creation creates life. That is a damning thing.
We are just looking for some divine objects with the power to create the world," He Feiyang shook his head and said.
“With the power of creation, what’s the difficulty?” Xu Zimo slowly raised his right hand.
He Feiyang didn't care at first, but when he saw the power flowing from Xu Zimo's right hand, his eyes widened immediately.
My breathing became rapid.
“Creation, the power of creation,” he stammered.
Then he looked Xu Zimo up and down again and asked, "Is it possible that you are the incarnation of the thief God?"
