After all, Gong Tianxing is a peerless powerful man who has survived for thousands of years. He has already felt that the aura behind Yi Feng contains the aura of the Qinglong Ancestor.
In the Jiuzhou Continent, the Dragon Clan is an extremely powerful race of spiritual beasts, and the most powerful person in the Dragon Clan is the Qinglong Ancestor. Although the Qinglong Ancestor has not reached the true realm of immortality, its body contains one of the nine origins of the Holy Spirit.
The power of the wood source is the guardian beast of the ancient tribe in the Holy Land. In a sense, the Azure Dragon Ancestor is already equivalent to a strong person in the Immortality Realm.
Gong Tianxing did not expect that Yi Feng would have the aura of Ancestor Qinglong on his body.
Gong Tianxing could feel that the Red Dragon clan members felt a kind of awe deep in their hearts. Some of the Red Dragon clan members knelt directly on the ground and worshiped. In their hearts, the Qinglong ancestor was
Guardian of the entire dragon clan.
At this moment, everyone in the Yuan family looked pale and looked in awe. They had an instinctive surrender to the Qinglong ancestor. Even the head of the Yuan family, Yuan Kuihai, had a changeable expression. Although he had reached the ninth level, he knew that he was not the same as the Qinglong ancestor.
The gap between ancestors, even if the Qinglong Patriarch only appeared as a breath clone at this moment, Yuan Kuihai felt strong fear in his heart.
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On the high platform.
Gong Tianxing's expression just changed and returned to normal, "Yi Feng, no wonder you are so confident that you actually contain the aura of Ancestor Qinglong. It's a pity that your cultivation level is too low, even with the aura of Ancestor Qinglong
So what, do you really think you can fight me?
Now I want to let you know what kind of terrifying existence the seventh level of True God is!"
Gong Tianxing narrowed his eyes slightly, and the aura on his body rose sharply. With a rumble, thunderous sounds resounded in the void, and powerful coercion swept all around, descending like an overwhelming force.
Among the Red Dragon tribesmen in the square, even the sixth-level experts could not help but tremble at this time, and almost fell down. Those below the sixth level had long been prostrate on the ground. Under Gong Tianxing's strong pressure, they continued
I don't even have the strength to stand up.
The path of cultivation is to go against the will of heaven, starting with gathering spirits, going through spirit quenching, spirit transformation, channeling spirits, and elixirs, and then reaches the divine realm. The divine realm is divided into the divine realm, the true god, and after the true god, there is immortality.
In the entire Jiuzhou Continent, there are hundreds of billions of people. Except for the Nine Holy Lords, there are only a handful of other powerful people in the Immortality Realm. They easily hide themselves from others. The powerful people in the True God Realm are the pinnacle figures walking on the continent.
Gong Tianxing has reached the peak of the seventh level of the True God. He is already an extremely powerful being. Every move he makes contains powerful power. He can cut mountains and rivers, turn clouds and rain at will.
At this moment, Gong Tianxing no longer suppressed his strength and showed his peak performance.
Yi Feng brought him too many surprises, and even more expectations. The opponent not only had a heaven-level magic weapon, but also the aura of the Qinglong Ancestor. If he could refine it, just these two things might be able to make him
His cultivation has advanced to the eighth level of the True God.
Gong Tianxing's momentum reached its peak, and a figure a hundred feet tall appeared behind him. This figure was similar to Gong Tianxing's.
"Yi Feng, take my move, Great Spirit Imprisoning Heavenly Finger!"
Gong Tianxing let out a long roar, the sound was like thunder, and he slowly raised his arms. The figure behind him had exactly the same move. The wind roared in the void, the thunder was loud, and the spiritual power began to riot.
Gong Tianxing pointed down with one finger, and the huge shadow behind him also pointed out. The huge finger fell towards Yi Feng like the top of Mount Tai.
The surrounding space seemed to be imprisoned by Gong Tianxing's finger, so Yi Feng could only take this move forcefully. If he couldn't take it, he would die.
Looking at the huge finger that was coming quickly, Yi Feng didn't have any fear on his face. Gong Tianxing tried his best, but he really couldn't take it. But at this moment, he was no longer fighting against Gong Tianxing, but the divine beast Qinglong.
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"Senior Qinglong, I'll leave the next thing to you."
Yi Feng handed over control of his body to Qinglong.
"Don't worry, Yi Feng, you will also benefit from me using your body."
The voice of Ancestor Qinglong rang in his mind.
Yi Feng's body trembled slightly, and his originally clear eyes suddenly became sharp.
Yi Feng raised his arm and grabbed it as if it were holding up the sky. A huge blue dragon claw appeared and grabbed the finger directly.
boom!
The moment claws and fingers came into contact, both the void and the ground shook violently. Huge air waves swept around, and the restrictions on the high platform were directly blasted into nothingness.
Below the high platform, Elder Long Yuan's expression changed drastically. He had arranged the restriction in the arena. Now that the restriction was broken, he also suffered some backlash. However, at this moment, he could no longer care about anything else. A powerful momentum rose up and formed around him.
A defensive shield was created to resist the aftermath of this battle. Not only Long Yuan, but also other strong men of the Dragon Clan also took action to build a shield to protect everyone in the square.
People could protect them, but the buildings around the square suffered. They collapsed one by one and turned into rubble and tiles.
When the dust settled, everyone looked at the high platform again. At this time, the high platform had turned into powder, and the figures of Yi Feng and Gong Tianxing appeared in the sky.
At this time, Gong Tianxing's face was as pale as paper, his breath was disordered, and there was a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. On the other hand, Yi Feng's expression remained the same and his breath was extremely stable, as if he had not done anything before.
Which one is strong and which one is weak has been revealed.
"How is this possible? How can you possibly display the strength of Ancestor Qinglong."
Gong Tianxing looked at Yi Feng with fear on his face, and couldn't help shouting.
The opponent was just a breath clone, and it was using Yi Feng's body. When Gong Tianxing thought about it, it was absolutely impossible for Yi Feng to compete with him, but now the fact was the opposite. With just this move, Gong Tianxing felt
The opponent's strength was no less than his own, which Gong Tianxing did not expect.
"How could you know about my methods? Your Gong family dares to disturb my Dragon Clan. Do you really think that you can do whatever you want with the name of the Holy Land?"
Yi Feng's voice had become deeper, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes. He raised his foot, took a step, and appeared directly in front of Gong Tianxing. He stretched out his palm and slapped Gong Tianxing.
Gong Tianxing's expression changed, and the power in his body went crazy, "Xuanming Shield!"
A black shield appeared in front of him. Ancient patterns were engraved on the surface of the shield and it emitted powerful waves. This shield was a defensive magic weapon of Gong Tianxing. According to its quality, it had reached the earth level.
The later levels are extremely powerful and are Gong Tianxing's most powerful defensive method.
Gong Tianxing spent hundreds of years refining the Xuanming Shield. Facing the Qinglong Ancestor, Gong Tianxing no longer looked down upon him.
Yi Feng's palm fell directly on the Xuanming Shield.
With a click, the Xuanming Shield immediately shattered, and Gong Tianxing spurted out a mouthful of blood. His figure was like a kite with its string cut off, and was blown hundreds of feet away by Yi Feng's palm.