This sword cut through the sky, and a chasm seemed to appear across the sky.
He Feiyang's rushing figure had already been sent flying away by the aftermath before it even touched the blade.
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 what I want," Xu Zimo said.
He Feiyang snorted coldly, seemingly 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, quite a bit independent in the world, looking down on 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.
The majestic power is raging in the sky, and the hurricane is roaring.
"So what now?" He Feiyang snorted coldly.
"Look next to you," Xu Zimo chuckled.
He Feiyang turned his head, and his expression suddenly changed drastically, because there was a man standing next to the ghost face flower.
This man is Bai Meng.
What frightened He Feiyang was that he didn't know when the other party was standing there.
After staring at Baimeng, He Feiyang spoke for a long time and said, "Holy King?"
Baimeng smiled and said nothing, his right hand was shrouded in demonic energy, and he slowly grabbed the ghost face flower.
"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," Baimeng shook his head.
As if his name wasn't worth mentioning.
"Are you kidding? He is a great emperor, so he has no virtue or ability," He Feiyang clearly didn't believe it.
"It's not something you can guess about in this world," Baimeng shook his head slightly.
"Pretend to be a ghost," He Feiyang said coldly: "No matter who you are, you can't take away the ghost face flower."
"It doesn't matter what you say," Baimon shook his head.
His right hand has already grasped the Minghun Ghost Face Flower, and the flower has already produced spirits.
It actually resisted Baimeng very much. A powerful force came from the petals, and it kept trying to break free from Baimeng's big hand.
"Seeking death," He Feiyang shouted.
The purple glow around 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 much you have 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, but was eventually killed.
The reason for this has passed for several eras, and I am afraid no one knows it for a long time.
"You'll know after you try it," He Feiyang said calmly without getting angry.
He closed his eyes slightly and pondered a little.
Then a breeze flashed in his eyes.
"Wind is everywhere. It can blow by and sweep across the world."
He Feiyang said with a solemn expression.
He seemed to be praying, the wind surrounding him.
What started as a wisp of breeze became violent, overwhelming and darkening, threatening to wreak havoc on both 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 people pain.
The winds between heaven and earth flew towards He and gathered around, 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 Bai Meng to kill him.
"A very good move, the law of wind has been understood to the extreme.
If we wait until we reach the Holy King, we might be able to rely on our ancestors’ trees to touch traces of the rules,” Baimeng praised.
“But after all, the level is still too low.
How can you fight me if you don't cross the Holy King? "
When He Feiyang was in his prime, he 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.
Baimen 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 death coming.
Looking at the sweeping doomsday storm, he swung his scythe down.
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.
His whole body felt cold for only a moment, although He Feiyang knew that it was all just an illusion.
Finally, a knife split open the heyday.
The doomsday storm was wiped out by this sword.
It seems like this is the real doomsday, the real destruction.
Seeing this scene, He Feiyang swallowed hard and was silent for a long time.
Watching helplessly, the life-haunted ghost face flower was pulled up by Baimeng and then handed over to Xu Zimo's hands.
He smiled bitterly and said, "I shouldn't have provoked you at all. I just lured the wolf into the house."
He previously used the Wind God inheritance as bait to draw the demons into the game.
How did I discover that when the power reaches a certain level, all conspiracies are nothing more than chickens and dogs.
"When do you plan to hand over the rest of the 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 successfully 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 nonsense 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 had no hope in his heart.
"What you are missing from your reincarnation 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 said it lightly, but the power of creation creates life. That's a damn 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 in Xu Zimo's right hand, his eyes widened.
His breathing became rapid.
"Creation, the power of creation," he stammered.
Then he looked Xu Zimo up and down and asked, "Is it possible that you are the incarnation of the thief God?"
(End of chapter)
