The ancient saint seemed to be unable to feel the excitement emanating from Feng Qingyang, and his voice was still hoarse, like the friction of swords, "Since you can come here, I will give you an opportunity, let's see if you can get it!"
"Buzz!"
After saying this, the ancient sage raised his right hand slightly, and the scenery in all directions changed rapidly.
"I don't care about your opportunity. Come on, come and have a fight with me!"
"boom!!!"
A huge demonic shadow descended from the sky and covered Feng Qingyang.
"Well done!"
The strong wind around Feng Qingyang suddenly dissipated, and his handsome face was full of excitement. His big mouth suddenly opened, as if it had turned into a black hole, and countless star marks emerged from it.
"This is the destiny of the Wind Clan!"
"As expected of Feng Qingyang, he has even understood the legendary magical powers of the Feng Clan!"
Zhang Fengyu's two junior brothers couldn't help but exclaimed.
At the same time, the figures of Li Mengyao and Sakyamuni also appeared in this illusion.
"Qiankun Bureau? Gather the imprints of thousands of stars and turn them into Qiankun, embracing everything and annihilating everything!" A look of shock appeared in Li Mengyao's beautiful eyes.
Although she had long heard how powerful Feng Qingyang was, seeing it with her own eyes now still shocked her.
Even if Feng Qingyang has no other means, he can dominate the interstellar battlefield just by relying on this universe. Without the great star-level Heavenly Lord, who can kill him?
"call out!!!"
The big mouth opened and closed, and the huge face disappeared into Feng Qingyang's mouth.
"belch!"
Feng Qingyang patted his belly, burped, and said with a smile: "It turns out these are the powers of illusion. I thought they were real black demons!"
Feng Qingyang once entered the depths of chaos and killed three thousand barbarians, so he naturally knew this dark shadow.
The ancient sage looked at Feng Qingyang with cold eyes, but still did not open his eyes and said again, "You can get some opportunities!"
Opportunity?
In an instant, Li Mengyao and Sakyamuni both had blazing colors in their eyes.
The opportunity of the ancient saint, what else could it be? Of course it is the inheritance of the barbarians, the art of forgetfulness!
"I said, I don't care about your opportunity, come and fight with me!"
You don’t care about your mother-in-law, but we do!
Even the Buddha Sakyamuni couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to replace Feng Qingyang and accept the opportunity of the ancient sage.
"boom!!!"
Before the ancient sage could answer, Feng Qingyang stepped across the sky, the stars and the moon appeared around him, and above his head there was a planetary mark that revealed ancient vicissitudes.
"Is it that legendary star?" Li Mengyao's pupils suddenly shrank.
It is rumored that Feng Qingyang has a fighting power comparable to that of the ancient saints. The biggest reason is not that he has understood the situation of the universe, nor is it because he has a trace of fairy blood, but because his will merges with a planet that has been born.
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The stars have a will.
However, stars with will are not suitable for living beings to survive.
To put it simply, living beings cannot merge with the will of the living stars, because once the stars are born, the will of the living beings and the will of the stars will be implicated in each other. If in this case, someone tries to merge with the will of the living planet, then
, there is only one ending, and that is to be torn apart by countless wills.
In the twelve star regions of the interstellar battlefield, many stars have given birth to saints, but they all have living beings.
Therefore, no one knows where Feng Qingyang found a star that gave birth to a saint but now has no living beings. This is simply unbelievable.
"Come on, let me see the power of the Ancient Saint!"
Feng Qingyang's face was filled with excitement, his eyes were burning with fighting spirit, and his whole person suddenly melted, turning into wind and rain, which was strange and gratuitous.
"Boom!!!"
The ancient sage's eyes, which had been closed from beginning to end, suddenly opened at the moment when the planetary mark appeared.
There was only pure blood red in those eyes.
As charming and cold as a ruby!
"The wind is blowing!!!"
"Crash!!!"
With Feng Qingyang as the center, a radius of hundreds of miles is covered by endless gusts of wind. Each gust of wind is like a magic weapon, tearing apart the space.
You must know that the space here is very hard, and Ye Feng can only twist it with a random punch.
"Wind surge!!!"
"Woohoo!!!"
It's like a war cry from ancient times, making your blood boil when you listen to it.
"Another one of the strongest magical powers of the Wind Clan!" As a disciple of the Qi Sect, Zhao Xincang is naturally well-informed, and it is difficult for ordinary things to shock him.
But now, he was really frightened by Feng Qingyang's ability.
The wind rises and surges, one of the most powerful magical powers of the Wind Clan. It is rumored that once it is used, its combat effectiveness will be doubled. More importantly, this magical power is not only effective for the caster, as long as the person of the Wind Clan feels it,
With the power of this magical power, its combat effectiveness will be improved to some extent.
A person from the Wind Clan who understands this magical power is definitely the treasure of the Wind Clan. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to let him come out to practice. If he falls, it will be a huge loss for the entire Wind Clan.
However, after seeing Feng Qingyang's strength, Zhao Xincang understood why the Feng Clan was willing to release Feng Qingyang. With his fighting power, how could he be afraid of danger?
Black eyes actually appeared in Zhang Fengyu's eyes, which were no different from ordinary people's eyes, staring at the figure who used his magical power to pull the ancient saint into the endless wind. He couldn't help but sigh, "With his strength, he is destined to
He will become the supreme power that dominates the interstellar battlefield."
Sakyamuni slowly closed his eyes, clasped his hands, and kept opening and closing his lips, but no sound came out.
"boom!!!"
"Bang!"
"Fuck!"
"What's going on?"
Just when everyone was sighing at how powerful Feng Qingyang was, an embarrassed figure suddenly fell out of the strong wind, accompanied by a shower of blood.
"Cough cough cough!"
Feng Qingyang was breathing heavily, coughing violently, and his whole chest was sunken.
Everyone was stunned.
As strong as Feng Qingyang, he can't even resist the three breaths of the ancient saint?
Facing everyone's astonished gazes, Feng Qingyang showed a trace of embarrassment on his face. He coughed dryly, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted, "Damn it, the ancient saint, you actually cheated. I don't accept it, do it again!!"
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After saying this, Feng Qingyang's figure moved and disappeared into the strong wind.
Suddenly, terrifying energy fluctuations swept out from the strong wind, forcing Li Mengyao and others to quickly retreat.
With Feng Qingyang and the Ancient Sage as the center, with a radius of three thousand miles, the air collapsed and turned into a pure black hole, which seemed to swallow everything, but was suppressed by a mysterious force and could not spread too far.
In the dark, Ye Feng held the little native dog in his arms and carefully submerged into the strong wind.
As soon as he entered the strong wind, Ye Feng felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The endless coldness should not appear in the human world at all.
This kind of coldness is not caused by the temperature being too low, but by the outpouring of self-consciousness, just like...emotions.
