This black carries a kind of supremacy, after they appeared, the whirlpool above the sky suddenly changed, thunder, thousands of ups and downs, countless vicissitudes turned into unshakable and provocative majesty, and thundered down.

Echoing in all directions, when the first ray of black light appeared in the void, a mysterious feeling appeared in an instant, the will of the absolute overlord, intertwined with the red and purple rays that came slowly.

The three spells of the spell converge from different thunders, and the extreme black is not all black, or it is said that after coming here, it gradually turns into pure black.

The red is not dark red, but a kind of almost transparent light red, which looks plain, but the people below are hooked at a glance, like thousands of young girls, slowly twisting their bodies, graceful, with a strange fatal attraction, people will fall into it if they are not careful!

And this purple is slightly deep, compared to the purple mangs surrounding Feng Qingyang's body, one is deep, one is light, in addition to the deep, this purple also has a lingering vicissitudes.

It is not so much that he is vicissitudes, but that this is a threat after the passage of time, as if as long as the purple mangs are around, he can wash away Shouyuan until his red face turns into white bones.

Majestic, tender, vicissitudes! Just like the kings of the human emperor in the world, domineering, and the red mangs are like the iron-blooded tenderness in the arms of the beauties of the rivers and mountains, and the helplessness that the years cannot pass in the end.

These three colors seem simple, but they are invisible, encompassing too many, and everything in the world seems to be interpreted in these three colors.

At this time, with the clear wind rising into the air, and the fusion of the three-color thunder in the whirlpool, they changed in Ge Ranjian, and the originally indifferent chaotic human face went straight to the wind Qingyang in an instant, with a kind of roar and momentum.

The first to approach was not the black light, but the purple mang, the first to come, Feng Qingyang knew the horror of this thunder, so he burst out with all his strength in an instant, his fingers were raised, and he raised his right arm to face him, and the power of turning into demons suddenly appeared, forming a semicircular sword qi in front of Feng Qingyang, and went straight to the face of the purple mang.

The astonishing and terrifying momentum, as well as the anti-shock force from the collision of the two, at the moment of touch, it is like an ice cube rapidly disintegrating, and the melting speed and strong visual impact are rare.

At the moment of contact, Feng Qingyang suddenly retreated backwards, this time he was only a tentative attack, and he was not going all out, he knew the horror of this catastrophe, so he retreated after a short period of face-to-face, his eyes were like torches, looking at the purple face that was rapidly pressing.

"Divine power - nothingness!" At the moment of retreat, Feng Qingyang pinched the seal with both hands, and suddenly pressed it forward, under this press, it seemed to open the heavens and the earth, and controlled countless light curtains in his hands, and with a movement of his heart, the broken light curtain turned into a huge fist, and suddenly collided with the approaching human face.

But at this time, the originally strong Zimang collapsed under this punch, and the wind was stunned for a moment, and secretly said How could it be so weak?

But at this moment, a crisis surfaced in his mind, he knew that something was wrong, and suddenly stimulated the potential to retreat, but when this kind of hindsight was obviously too late to deal with the changes that had occurred at this time.

At the moment when the purple mang collapsed, it turned into countless imperceptible mist, and in just a moment, it came to Feng Qingyang's side, enveloping his whole body.

Feng Qingyang immediately retreated, but the bad feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger, he suddenly had a feeling of tiredness, he was like he had fought for three hundred rounds, he was very tired and tired, and he wanted to sleep, this tiredness not only came from the body, but also from the soul.

As everyone knows, at this time, his body turned from the original appearance of a young man to a teenager, and then from a teenager to a child, until he became a baby.

"What kind of breath is this...... everyone was frightened and retreated backwards, although they were at least thousands of miles away from the wind clearing, but the weirdness of this purple qi still made them feel cold, and they subconsciously retreated again, afraid that they would accidentally contaminate themselves.

"This purple mang, it is clearly an alternative time regression, the curse of the three, this is the curse of fate! curse everything, deprive it, and return to heaven and earth!"

Qian Yanli said silently, he was not worried, he knew that Feng Qingyang would use his own strength to solve the difficulties he was facing now, and it was his belief that made the rest of the extremely senior disciples breathe a sigh of relief, in their eyes, the senior brother was second only to the existence of the master.

But it is true, when he muttered, Feng Qingyang had already felt the changes in his body, but this transformation weakness did not change the fundamentals, he even felt a high degree of squeezing in his body, as if a breakthrough was imminent, and he was about to immediately go berserk.

A flash of essence flashed in his eyes, secretly guessed, and instantly turned into relief, the so-called thick accumulation, his foundation burned here, plus the crystallization of the world, it had reached a kind of anti-heaven trend, and now the first purple light washed him to the baby, which indirectly compressed the power in his body, and this compression brought Feng Qingyang an opportunity to change from quantity to quality.

He retreated and did not retreat, but advanced, clenched his fist and swung it out, blasting towards the purple mist that was permeating again, punching a world, the phantom of the big world surrounded his fist, and the purple qi collapsed, like a fragile white paper, tearing it to pieces wantonly under the strong wind.

And after the purple qi collapsed, Feng Qingyang's appearance also changed back to the original state, from a baby to a childhood, then transformed into a teenager, and finally turned into the original youth.

But at this moment, the accident happened again, and the face that should have stopped when he was turned into a young man turned into middle-aged in an instant, and at the moment he became middle-aged, a sense of oppression that was not angry and self-righteous came, as if he was high up, dominating the power of life and death in the world, the supreme controller, the compression in his body was on the verge of eruption in the expansion, and he was almost about to break through.

Feng Qingyang suppressed this desire, forcibly diluted the feeling of imminent breakthrough, raised his right hand, his eyes flashed, and a rune appeared in his palm, and after appearing, he suddenly pressed it against the void.

Rumble!

The purple qi exploded and all disappeared, and the pink divine thunder that was originally following was approaching in an instant, and a kind of will was suddenly reversed under extreme circumstances, and all the collapsed were re-condensed, and even black, red, and purple all broke away from the vortex above the sky at this moment, and all appeared.

The speed at which they condensed was so fast that they were originally different faces, but now they had turned into a human face with facial features, but these facial features looked particularly terrifying.