Such power comes not only from the Pangu Axe in Feng Qingyang's hand, but more importantly, from his will.
It surpassed the golden sword in the hands of Qiong Zun, even though the opponent was refined by creatures from three eras.
But Pangu Axe is the companion of Pangu in the Second Era. It created the world and is omnipotent. It is also the supreme magic weapon of the zombie clan and can be said to be a sacred object.
The two rays of light intertwined, causing the void to roar countless times as it rolled back. A huge axe shadow appeared out of thin air, completely awakening from Feng Qingyang's hands with the fearlessness and strength of creating the world.
With the appearance of Pangu Axe, the aura of the ancient god spreading from it was so powerful that Feng Qingyang suddenly turned into an ancient giant in the eyes of Huo Zun.
You know, his existence was born from the spiritual power of Pangu's skull, so he is naturally very familiar with that kind of aura, even to the point of fear.
The roar continued, and its aftermath filled the entire shattered spiritual world. The whole world was filled with this ancient and powerful aura, as well as those zombies that were lucky enough not to die.
Under the baptism of this breath, there was suddenly a huge shock all over the body. The undead corpses under the graves broke out of the ground one after another, looked up at the sky, wailed everywhere, and worshiped the moon.
In other words, this was not worshiping the moon, but worshiping the god in their souls. The zombies that were sucking blood put down the corpse in their hands and looked up at the sky blankly.
The zombies trapped in the formation, regardless of their level or cultivation, regained control of their bodies at this moment. They followed the breath and looked at Feng Qingyang who had transformed into a bright moon in the sky.
roar!
When the first sound rang out, the entire spiritual world was shaken. The blood power belonging to the Zombie Supreme was burning in Feng Qingyang's body. He suddenly felt countless thoughts appear in his mind.
Those were the surviving zombies, calling and praying, praying that he would restore the glory of this race. Deep in the spiritual world, Old Man Hou silently looked at the sky, feeling the changes around him.
“Can I return to my hometown? This time, success or failure depends on you.” Having said this, he suddenly turned into a ray of light and disappeared on the spot. Almost at the moment he disappeared, the void where he was originally standing was suddenly swallowed up by the energy of annihilation, turning into eternal chaos.
Feng Qingyang closed his eyes. He seemed to see the greatness of Pangu when he created the world from the calls and the will coming from Pangu Axe. That kind of boundless strength and the faint power contained in it seemed that there had never been any weakening in the past eons.
Almost at the moment when the phantom of Pangu Axe appeared, Feng Qingyang stood in front, snapped his fingers, looked directly at the Huo Zun who was holding a golden long sword upside down in front of him, and pointed his raised finger forward.
This scene looked like the underworld. A phantom suddenly appeared with the power of creation. The momentum was earth-shaking. In the eyes of Huo Zun, it made him focus. So powerful!
However, he was not afraid. After all, it was the will of Heaven that controlled three eras. Even though Feng Qingyang had grown up and used powerful means to be on par with him, it did not mean that he could fight him to the death, at least in his opinion.
The moment the axe shadow came, his whole body suddenly shook, wanting to prove who was the strongest, no matter in terms of cultivation or magic weapon. He raised his sword and swung it forward. Similarly, wind and clouds gathered behind him, and a thousand-foot golden light burst out and cut down the sky, colliding violently with the axe shadow.
The knife is like a person. It felt the will of Hou Zun and seemed to have an unyielding soul. There is no strongest, only stronger. Although it is the companion magic weapon of the ancient god of creation, isn’t it also the natal magic weapon of Hou Zun
The golden sword was shining, and the sword light he swung turned into a galaxy in an instant, colliding violently with the Huangquan phantom that appeared with Pangu Axe. The two different souls, yet with the same will, fought fiercely at this moment.
Who lives and who dies? Or, whether it is a person or a magic weapon, only one of them can exist
From afar, it looked like two rivers colliding with each other in the sky, one yellow and one golden, with a deafening roar. The violent noise suddenly gave rise to a force that subverted everything.
As a result, all the surviving creatures in the spiritual world fell into a deep sleep at this moment. Their souls could not withstand such pressure, or in other words, their wills could not come into contact with it. Once touched, they would surely die.
This collision accelerated the destruction of the spirit world, the distortion of rules and laws, and the impact of the second will and the third will. It was unstoppable, shattering time and space, distorting space,
After staying there for a long time, Feng Qingyang's brows suddenly furrowed. He couldn't afford to fight back and had to make a quick decision. The Burning Heaven Incense had already been lit, which obviously alarmed the owner of the cave world.
If the battle cannot be resolved within two days, all that will remain is destruction and death.
Feng Qingyang raised his right hand again, and the Pangu Axe in it let out a series of unwilling roars. Under his control, he chopped down again at the thousand-foot golden light in front of him.
The roar spread out, shattering in all directions, and the entire world collapsed at this moment. The center of their battlefield was directly transformed into irreparable chaos.
If you were to stand outside the spiritual world and look at it at this time, you would definitely find that this egg-shaped starry sky has countless holes at its edge, causing the destructive force from the outside world to continuously erode forward. In the center, under this violent collision, a channel for contact with the destructive force from the outside world appeared.
Being attacked from both inside and outside, the already fragile spiritual world was almost on the verge of breaking. However, no one knew about all this, and they could not see it. Even if they knew everything, they could only be Feng Qingyang and Huo Zun.
Under this axe, Hou Zun's expression remained unchanged, and he also controlled the long sword to swing out, and the sharp cutting force went straight to Feng Qingyang. If Feng Qingyang's momentum was like the boundless sea, then Hou Zun was the sharp light accumulated in a line.
Suddenly, the momentum of Pangu's Axe was cut through by the golden ray, and the Yellow Spring River in the sky was shrinking and shaking under the impact of the Milky Way.
"A mere magic weapon of a latecomer wants to hurt me?" Feng Qingyang's eyes turned cold and he no longer held back. He had been hesitating whether to kill Hou Zun. After all, Hou Zun was also born from Pangu's body. In the final analysis, they have a direct relationship.
But now, he doesn't need to hesitate. If he doesn't take action, he will surely die.
Instead of retreating, he took a step forward with Pangu Axe in hand. After landing, his body directly transformed into a zombie, a thousand feet tall, standing upright, and his true form was revealed in an instant.
Standing above the sky, looking down on the universe, standing on the edge of the highest point in the spiritual world, standing in front of the ancient gate, Feng Qingyang raised his hand.