The Strongest Abandoned Master In City

He had been studying that Heart Of Angel all along, but he had no idea what it was.    

This statue was definitely not carved in an ordinary way. It had a natural feeling, as if it was nurtured by something. Moreover, the statue's appearance was exactly the same as Lucifer's. Although the statue was only the size of a thumb and its head was no more than a soybean, it was extremely detailed and its facial features were frighteningly clear.    

The faintly discernible connection between the statue and Lucifer made him feel as if his Dantian was about to stir.    

After being reborn from the flames, he had lost the Hollow Jade Palace, the Heaven Seeking Sword, and the Pill Furnace that could resist the Receiving Lotus in Dishi Yan's hand. Even the Chaotic Space had lost its connection to him. The most urgent thing for him right now was to open the passageway to the Chaotic Space once again.    

Only in this way could he truly have the strength to protect himself. As long as he didn't let the Eye Of Saint in the void monitor him to a certain extent, he wouldn't be in any danger.    

However, in these two months, his strength had improved by leaps and bounds, but he still couldn't communicate with the Chaotic Space.    

He was once a powerful man, especially after he came out of the Fuxi Divine Palace. His body was temporarily occupied by the middle-aged man in the Chaotic Space. At that time, his strength was. . . That feeling. . . It was like he had taken a rocket and took off from Earth. Watching Earth disappear under his feet, and then rushing into the solar system, Then he watched the solar system disappear, and he entered the Milky Way again. He continuously broke through everything, even finally breaking out of the scope of this universe.    

That feeling was real, And that type of comprehension, was even more so something that had never been experienced by a human body since ancient times.    

That was the complete will of a saint. It was the same as Yang Qiu taking the path of a middle-aged man from birth to becoming a saint as soon as possible.    

After pondering for an entire afternoon, Yang Qiu still could not figure out what was going on. In the end, he had no choice but to give up.    

Holding the statue, Yang Qiu slowly lay on the bed and slowly closed his eyes. He had overused his brain for the whole afternoon, and he was actually a little tired, so he closed his eyes and prepared to rest for a while.    

Just as he closed his eyes, two faintly discernible rays of light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the statue in his hand. Even its mouth made a very soft sound, and the statue actually began to breathe.    

An extremely faint sound of a bell was emitted from its mouth. Its breathing was long and continuous. One could faintly see traces of green and silver mist coming and going from its body. The green was the wind force he cultivated, and the silver was the soul force he cultivated.    

Yang Qiu's current strength was still too weak, so he could not detect the strangeness of the statue. Just as he fell into a deep sleep. . . The statue was like a living person, slowly jumping out of his palm. It slowly floated above his Dantian, and then. . . In a ball of light the size of a fist, behind the statue. . . Three pairs of wings slowly spread out.    

The black wings slowly extended, reaching a length of half a meter.    

The statue had completely turned into a living person. Even the clothes on its body seemed to be floating gently. Its body was emitting a black light. Even if Yang Qiu was awake, he would never recognize it.    

This wasn't an evil death Qi, but the purest netherworld Qi.    

Yang Qiu himself didn't know that his body had changed. The circulation speed of his meridians had suddenly increased by countless times. Heat waves were rolling all over his body, and the surface of his body was constantly flashing with earthen yellow Qi. It was incomparably thick and heavy.    

Within this thick earthen yellow Qi, his body seemed to be undergoing subtle changes. A tiny vortex was formed above his Dantian. The small statue's figure suddenly became hazy, then it turned into a black smoke and was sucked into the vortex.    

Yang Qiu suddenly had a dream.    

He dreamt that he had returned to the Fuxi Divine Palace and came to the Fengtian Hall. However, he didn't see the four small Divine Beasts. Even the originally green flowers and plants in the Fuxi Divine Palace had all become dead and withered.    

Only Jianmu, who was supporting the Fengtian Hall, was still emitting a green life force. However, the green life force was more than ten thousand times smaller than before.    

That life force could barely support the Fengtian Hall. It could no longer provide an endless amount of green life force to the entire Fuxi Divine Palace.    

Even the rainbow bridge became somewhat hazy. Looking from afar, it was no longer a real bridge, but a rainbow.    

Just as Yang Qiu was lost in his thoughts, the Fengtian Hall suddenly trembled slightly.    

He quickly climbed up the Stairway to Heaven. After climbing up, the first thing that entered his eyes was. . . It was the nine Yang Qius he had placed in the Hollow Jade Palace.    

The Nine Lands Cauldrons were placed in different positions on the square in front of the Fengtian Hall. Each of the Giant Cauldrons seemed to be covered in rust. They were no longer the shiny bronze color that they used to be.    

In the past, the Fengtian Hall was full of life. However, the first place was in ruins, as if it had fallen into the aura of death.    

While Yang Qiu was in a daze, he suddenly felt something and turned his head around.    

Behind him was a boundless spatial zone. An earthen yellow Qi kept rolling around, and then it slowly condensed into the shadow of a huge human body.    

That shadow was so tall that even Yang Qiu couldn't see how tall it was even with all his eyesight. Because, he could only barely see the head of the huge shadow.    

This head was simply too big. In Yang Qiu's impression, even the huge yellow planet in Holy Battlefield couldn't match up to a tenth of the size of this head.    

This huge shadow gradually condensed into a solid entity.    

The yellow face was incomparably ancient. Its two eyes were as dazzling as two suns.    

This was a giant standing in space. Around him, there were galaxies and planets surrounding him.    

Yang Qiu was very familiar with this person.    

His long black hair hung down to an unknown place. Although he couldn't see his body, Yang Qiu could feel his tall and sturdy body.    

"Little guy, I didn't expect to see you again so soon!"    

Yang Qiu turned pale with fright.    

This was the first time he had seen the real face of the middle-aged man.    

He had seen it before. However, that was definitely not the true body of that middle-aged man.    

This was the real one.    

"You. . . !"    

The man smiled faintly and said to Yang Qiu.    

"My surname is Feng, and my name is Fang Ya. You can call me Uncle Feng. "    

Feng Faangya. Yang Qiu thought for a long time but could not figure out what this name represented. However, he knew that this Uncle Feng was the middle-aged man.    

"Uncle Feng? Senior? Where am I?"    

Feng Faangya smiled mysteriously, then blew a breath at Yang Qiu. All of a sudden, he was forcefully dragged out of the Fengtian Hall.    

Yang Qiu, who was sleeping, suddenly jumped up from the bed.    

The statue in his hand disappeared without a trace, and his body also changed.