Whether it is the outline, or the appearance, or even the eyebrows, it is exactly the same as the wind and the clear air, without the slightest difference.

But this face is also a little weird, gathered together but constantly changing, from the baby him, the childhood him, and the young him, from the initial calm to the final distortion, and finally the face is scattered, turned into a faceless white paper, overwhelming the sky.

The strong crisis came, which made Feng Qingyang's hairs stand on end, and he was not surprised to feel that if he let his face like a blank paper be hit, he was afraid that he would die in an instant.

The aura emitted by this exudation was too amazing to exceed the single aura emitted before, and the human face came instantly, almost instantly, it blocked the four heavens and the earth, and even the void, as well as the entire firmament, magnificent, extremely amazing, as if turning this place into an iron cage, facing the wind Qingyang, suddenly opened his mouth and devoured it.

Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with light, and almost at the moment when this big hand blocked the four directions of the world and completely swallowed him in his mouth, Feng Qingyang took a deep breath, and almost instantly, his five fingers suddenly opened.

"Cause and effect reincarnation, seal the heavens and lock the earth!" The human face seals the void, but the wind is clear and has three strong artistic conceptions, he wants to try, whether it is his own sealing intention or this human face is powerful.

As soon as these words came out, the sky roared, and a huge bronze ancient coffin appeared in the void, pushing horizontally, and the speed was so fast that it could be called a ghost, like a meteor catching the moon, with a monstrous chaotic aura, it came out.

When he appeared next to Feng Qingyang, he pushed forward with his big hand, and the bronze ancient coffin swirled, and there was an endless roar from the friction void, Feng Qingyang roared wildly, with an unwilling and unyielding face, a large amount of chaotic qi overflowed from the corner of the bronze ancient coffin lid opened, almost instantly, accompanied by the roar of Feng Qingyang, transformed into an insolent roar, and erected.

This is a magical power that Feng Qingyang has never used easily, I don't know why, every time he transforms the bronze coffin, he will have an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

And that throbbing that appeared would make him feel frightened, which was a kind of fear, but also a kind of worry, as if every time he used such supernatural powers, he would inherit something in the underworld, or a kind of cause and effect that could not be seen and understood, but did exist.

The opportunity was at the moment when the bronze coffin collided, and the wind Qingyang brought an indescribable arrogance and arrogance, and it collided with the human face under the roar.

The chaotic qi that overflowed suddenly distorted, evolving into a vague figure, which seemed to be blurry, but this person actually stretched out a hand and slapped it fiercely at the person's face.

All of this may seem slow to say, but in fact it happened very quickly, almost in the light of light, and this series of transformations was born.

At this moment, the big hand extended infinitely, and at the moment of shooting, it became bigger and bigger, until the last obscured the sky, reversing the entire sky in a posture against the sky and sealing it under his control.

There is a bronze ancient coffin suppressed inside, and there is a big hand volley outside, which can be said to have created an absolute defense, retreating can be defended and attacked, the wind is clear and high-spirited in the center of the sky, and the mentality is strong, there is no difference and accident, because he knows that he will never lose, let alone die under this catastrophe.

"The ancient coffin rises and falls, ruling the eternity!" Feng Qingyang muttered, and as he spoke, the chaotic qi that was not too obvious erupted from the palm of his hand that blocked heaven and earth.

It is a unique breath, this kind of breath can only be possessed by Feng Qingyang, because only he can really attract the world he believes in the underworld, and this bronze ancient coffin seems to come from there, that world, as if at the level of life, is much higher than the spiritual world, even the Xuanhuang world cannot be compared with it, although I don't know if it really exists, but Feng Qingyang believes, then, he exists.

With a bang, the palm of the hand exploded, but there was a moment of compression at the moment of the explosion, but for a short moment, Feng Qingyang's heart was full of murderous intentions, and he made up his mind to pay attention, this time it was not only to cross the catastrophe, but to take the initiative to cross the catastrophe, control the complete initiative, crush the will of the Heavenly Dao with the initiative capital, suppress it under his own will, the whole world, only me.

He finally revealed his ambition, and at this moment unabashedly opened his fangs, he not only wants to control the initiative, but also has an absolute dominance, he doesn't want to bear everything passively, he wants to kill this catastrophe!

From a distance, the wind at this time is clear, whether it is the height or the momentum blooming on the body, it is vague, and there is already a posture of overriding the whirlpool above.

When the big hand explodes, the compression is not to reduce the huge damage caused by the collision, but to bombard the center of the vortex when it explodes after compression.

The counterattack of the wind is so vigorous and resolute, and it is even more so overwhelming, even if it is the three spells, there is a dim light at this moment, and it is even under the bombardment of the wind and the clear wind, showing a rout posture.

Buzz!

A few sounds like a thunderous roar came, and the blank face transformed by the spell three fell, after all, under the explosion of this big hand, it was collapsed by the hard bombardment, and the original blank space also instantly appeared a touch of unwillingness and anger, which seemed to have an extreme helplessness, and finally disappeared without a trace.

When the face collapsed, Feng Qingyang's spirit was even more shocked, although this collapse was only an instant, but in his Feng Qingyang's view, this represents a gesture.

It shows that the Dao of Heaven is not inviolable, it's just that you don't have the courage and strength, when everything is in place, even if it is the supreme will of the Dao of Heaven, it will still rise and fall in it.

"However, this second layer of the Great Tribulation is so terrifying, it is really powerful. The wind Qingyang murmured, at this moment, he suddenly felt a kind of exhaustion, his body shook, almost fell from the air, the people below recovered from the original sluggishness, looking at the shaking wind Qingyang, they didn't think that the other party was the end of the crossbow at all.

"If that's the case, can I kill this whirlpool with me?" As soon as his mind moved, Feng Qingyang suddenly gritted his teeth, and his heart began to be ruthless.

"Zun!" two simple words may not be anything to others, but for him, it is a change against the sky.

When the human face collapsed, and an angry roar came from the whirlpool, there was a strong sense of oppression, and the suppression wind cleared, covering all sides, isolating everything, and suppressing him to the death.