Feng Qingyang was shocked.
Others only felt the decline of the spiritual world, but he, after transcending the spiritual world, directly felt a supreme will locking him down.
This will is not the way of heaven, but the first will!
"The last moment?" Feng Qingyang spoke suddenly, his tone indescribably cold. Behind him, Ti Zun stared blankly at the Tiankui Ancient Star. This domineering star that he had built into an iron wall was falling and collapsing right in front of his eyes.
"You are looking for death!" He spoke each word clearly, and then he made a move. Golden blood energy rushed into the sky, terrifying and boundless. His move was as fast as lightning, trying to crush Feng Qingyang. But at the moment he raised his hand, an opportunity that surpassed everything suddenly appeared.
Even with his strength, he had to give up sadly. He was shocked by the powerful force and had to retreat. He looked at Feng Qingyang in fear. The fight between the two of them had not even started yet, but Feng Qingyang had already forgotten about him.
Buzz... Buzz... Buzz... The sound of the Great Dao resounded through heaven and earth. The aura of annihilation was like the mysterious and yellow aura visible to the naked eye. Wherever it was spoken, there was deathly silence.
Feng Qingyang's hair and beard stood up, his eyes widened, and at this opportunity, he turned back into human form, with delicate features, pale face, and clothes whiter than snow. The breeze blew past, and his clothes rustled.
"Is it coming?" He raised his head proudly, staring back at the heavens without fear. The will of the third in the spiritual world erupted at this moment. It was invisible to the naked eye, but all the living beings in the spiritual world could feel the breath that was about to shatter their souls.
"Is this your true strength?" Ti Zun's face turned pale, and his original pride had completely transformed into shock. Like the Fire Spirit King, he stared blankly at Feng Qingyang.
Having devoured hundreds of millions of souls, the speed at which his body was spinning was such that the Corpse King's bloodline was almost about to burst out of his body. Countless shouts appeared in his soul, making it impossible for Feng Qingyang to suppress it. He could only let it erupt naturally until the final violent burning.
The great calamity is not only the nine-nine calamities, but also the arrival of Feng Qingyang's emperor calamity. Once this calamity is over, if compared with ordinary thinking, he will be able to completely transform to the level of the ancient Hou Zun.
What kind of existence is the ancient Hou Zun? He is the leader of all spirits and a terrifying existence that can subvert the universe and devour the way of heaven with his own power, and devour the will of heaven with the will of the spiritual world. At that time, he was called the Emperor.
At this time, Feng Qingyang was about to overcome the tribulation, an unprecedented great tribulation for the emperor, and the nine nine tribulations of the spiritual world. If he could overcome it, it would be the final confrontation, and if he died, the spiritual world would completely lose its vitality, with billions of lives within it, transcending the will of heaven, allowing Hou Zun to become a god.
A great calamity rarely seen in ancient times, a natural calamity for the zombie clan, a calamity for the emperor, broke out completely at this moment. Almost at the same time, the expressions of the nine great saints who were originally sitting at the highest level in the spiritual world suddenly changed. If they still had emotions at the beginning, now there was only coldness left, whether it was Feng Qingyang's master, the Lord of the City of Sin, or the Buddha Du'e who was on good terms with him, all of them were like this.
At some point, Di Xianxian, Qian Duoduo, Gu Qianxun and others all appeared from the Nine Heavens Palace, and were teleported to the direction where the Tiankui Ancient Star once existed. They came to Qian Shangli and others silently, and looked at Feng Qingyang worriedly.
"Don't be afraid. You know, once Qingyang succeeds, the direction of the spiritual world will be completely changed. He will be a super existence that has no predecessors and no successors." Mo Qianxiao comforted them. Looking at the sad people, her heart couldn't help but tremble. Feng Qingyang was her junior brother, and she had watched him grow step by step.
She still remembered the moment when the other party broke through the Heavenly Rules and directly ascended to the Nine-Layered Heaven Palace, which shook the spiritual world and everyone in the world knew him. At that time, he seemed not to be her opponent, but now, she was still marking time, but the other party had become someone she almost had to look up to.
Everyone only saw his rapid rise to fame, but were unaware of the many efforts he made behind the scenes. It was a mixture of blood and tears, and the result of life and death. Countless times, he almost died at the hands of his enemies, and countless times he almost lost his mind and became a thing of the past.
Above the sky, a sea of tears was surging and endless light was flashing, as if it would strike down at any time. The heavy sea of thunder kept evolving into various strange visions.
The peerless red lotus, the earth, fire and water seals, almost all the three thousand great ways were evolved in this sea of thunder, and they all locked onto Feng Qingyang. As long as the other party could pass the tribulation, these three thousand great ways would strike him down without mercy.
How many chances and hopes can one have in life? If he succeeds, he will become a great emperor, a zombie emperor, equivalent to a saint of the human race.
But there are only nine Heavenly Saints, so he is destined to disobey Heaven, break the shackles, and transcend the limit of nine. Only at that moment will he be qualified to get the answers he wants and be qualified to truly stand at the top of the world with his head held high.
"I have waited too long for this day, and I really don't want to wait any longer." Feng Qingyang said silently, and then he stood up and flew up. With the aura surging all over his body, he raised his head, held his chest high, looked down on the heavens, and rushed up.
"If I become the emperor, the spiritual world will definitely change, and billions of lives will be able to get new life under my protection." He roared madly, and the corpse king's bloodline refined the last soul in his body.
At this moment, he had become extremely terrifying, and the aura on his body was beyond description. Body Master could hardly believe that he, who was so weak before, had now transformed into such a terrifying existence.
He believed that if Feng Qingyang wanted to kill him now, he could easily beat him up with just a fist. What Medieval Alliance, what ancient forces? In his eyes, they were just scum, ants, and ashes.
But his words unconsciously made his heart palpitate. If he succeeded in overcoming the tribulation, perhaps the spiritual world would really change. He chose to wake up in this era. After all, it was also to prolong his life and obtain another kind of eternal life.
Even if he couldn't achieve immortality, he could still break through, right? There were only nine Saint Venerables, and he had already touched the edge. The despair of not being able to break through was like reaching the end of the road. That despair almost suffocated him.
An unprecedented horrific catastrophe, and no one knows what kind of desperate existence will appear. Or, in the midst of the nine-nine catastrophes, how many ancient stars of cultivation will be able to survive? Perhaps they will collapse, or perhaps they will be reborn under Feng Qingyang's integration.
But now, with the emergence of the Nine-Nine Calamities and the collapse of the Tiankui Ancient Star, the Three Thousand Great Daos have been damaged, and the speed of collapse, under the erosion of the annihilation energy, has been infinitely derived...