"Not good!" These people were also very alert, but this big hand was extremely fast and had already caught these people in their hands in an instant.

In an instant, he was grabbed to death, turning into a blood mist, and was sucked dry.

Only Wang Changchun flew away a little further and avoided the capture of this blood-colored beast. However, a big hand that suddenly appeared almost scared him to death.

He glanced at the bottom of his eyes, a figure standing there fixedly.

But it was not who Feng Qingming, who was searching for by everyone in the world.

He almost frightened his soul. Only then did he realize how naive his original idea was, thinking that as long as he didn't take action and just provided Feng Qingming's whereabouts, there should be no danger.

He is too confident and his strength.

I think Feng Qingming is just like this, but who knows that Feng Qingming only knows the difference between him and the other party as soon as he takes action.

It is simply the difference between heaven and earth, and it is completely different from the same level.

Feng Qingming just looked at Wang Changchun coldly, grabbed it with another bloody hand, and it was suddenly overwhelming, putting him in it like a net of heaven and earth, giving him no room to run away at all.

"It's over, my life is over!"

At this time, Wang Changchun finally had such an idea.

He even felt that the space around him was fixed and he could not move at all.

Suddenly, at this moment, a sword energy tore open the void and swept across the qi-transforming hand, slashing the qi-transforming hand.

"Hosh, hush, hush!"

Wang Changchun kept gasping for breath, and it was so good to escape from death.

He never felt that being able to live was such a good thing, and it was unprecedented.

He calmed down and saw that he looked seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome face and a moon-white robe, as if he had been banished.

He suddenly remembered who this person was? Isn’t it the recent sensation that Lu Xuan, the holy clan who claimed to have directly killed the Blood God Cult’s headquarters?

No wonder I can save myself from Feng Qingming.

"I finally found you, Feng Qingming!"

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Feng Qingming below.

Feng Qingming looked at Lu Xuan above, with a little disgust and murderous intent in his eyes. Such a condescending look was originally only able to treat others like this.

As the god in the darkness of the world, the supreme existence in the darkness has always been the kind of condescending and indifferent expression he showed to others.

Now someone actually showed this expression to him!

"Are you the adult holy clan?" Feng Qingming's feet seemed to have buoyancy and flew straight into the air. "I don't like your eyes very much. I'll dig him down later!"

"Why, are you jealous of me being more handsome than you? You are not as handsome as me, but I can make you die very stylish later!" Lu Xuan said with a faint smile.

When Feng Qingming heard Lu Xuan's words, he only felt a pain in his knees, which was hit by Dongfeng 41.

Now the two sides look a bit big, because Lu Xuan looks like a white dress like a banished immortal coming to the world, while he looks a little miserable and ragged.

Obviously, he hid everywhere during this period, even if he avoided Hunyuan Dao's pursuit, he had no time to tidy up his appearance. Now he has been caught by Lu Xuan, and he is very humiliated.

"Critic teeth and sharp mouth!"

Feng Qingming said coldly, but no matter how he looked at it, he was a little jealous. He was so calm at the beginning and was as arrogant as an ant.

"When I break your bones and pull your bone marrow out, I don't know if you can laugh!"

Feng Qingming looked at Lu Xuan with a little greedy look, and he obviously regarded Lu Xuan as the meat on the chopping board.

An adult saint tribe, sucking his vitality should be enough to prolong his life for many years.

"At that time, you will regret that you did not kneel down to a living god!"

Feng Qingming said coldly.

"The god in the world? He is just a stinky mouse hiding in the darkness and even dares to reveal his face!"

Lu Xuan sneered.

At the beginning, Feng Qingming was not strong enough. When those generations of holy clans were in power, Feng Qingming did not dare to take action at all. Lu Xuan didn't know whether he had taken action secretly, but he would definitely not succeed.

"In ten thousand years, even a pig should have ascended. You have only cultivated to the top of the Three Flowers. Do you still have the face to claim to be a god in the world?" Lu Xuan showed a hint of mocking expression on his face.

Feng Qingming showed a look of shame and anger on his face, which really hit him. However, his future was broken, and he was unable to learn the method of three flowers from the Holy Ancestor, and he has been delayed until now.

"Hahahahaha!"

Feng Qingming suddenly burst into laughter, wild and cold, and a spirit that no one else could be taken seriously.

After all, I have been secretly spying on the world for tens of thousands of years.

On the top of Feng Qingming's head, three flowers appeared one by one.

The flowers of essence, the flowers of qi and blood, the flowers of primordial spirit, and the three flowers gathered on the top of his head.

This is the seventh place he is in the world. Even Xuan Yangzi condensed the flower of the soul, but it was just a flower. But above Feng Qingming's head, there was a real three-flower gathering.

Lu Xuan narrowed his eyes. This was the first time he had seen the powerful man who had gathered in Sanhuas after he was reborn.

I'm afraid this is also the strongest person on the entire Holy Yang Continent.

The terrifying aura swept wildly like a tornado, and a loud sound broke out.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The loud noises were like thunder exploding on the ground, and suddenly exploded.

The sky moves with it!

Even the storm of heaven and earth can be seen from a hundred miles apart.

"What is that?"

Many people raised their heads and saw the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth above the sky, and their expressions changed one after another.

"That's...Three flowers gather together, it's Feng Qingming!"

At this moment, in the distance, Xuan Yangzi suddenly felt the breath of the three flowers gathering in the top, and this breath made him feel very familiar, but who was Feng Qingming?

Beside him, there were a group of masters from Hunyuan Dao, and their faces changed drastically. They felt a violent, irrepressible terrifying force sweeping in the air.

Is that the real power of the three flowers gathering together? One person can suppress the power of an era!

I haven't reached the top of the Three Flowers, and I'm afraid I don't even have the qualification to fight with the other party.

And even if the three flowers gather together, the gap is too big.

The nightmare scene that they had been defeated by Feng Qingming alone appeared again.
Chapter completed!