He did not draw his bow, but instead aimed the enormous force gathered between his fingers at the golden sword that was slowly chopping down.
"The fate of the zombie clan will be changed in my hands. What can your little thunder magic do to me?"
His body creaked, but his hands didn't even tremble.
"Let's go!"
He let out a loud shout and loosened his hands. He had not yet pulled the Yueshang Bow into a full moon, but the enormous power contained in it was beyond words.
Boom!
I saw a bright light flashed from his hand, the light affected the heaven and earth, and illuminated Feng Qingyang's bloody face. At this moment, he looked serious and indifferent, like a devil in the world, a devil that even the heaven did not take seriously.
His red hair fluttered, full of unyielding spirit, blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, but he had a ferocious smile on his face, and he looked arrogantly at the dark clouds in the sky.
Boom!
The dazzling light finally collided with the golden sword, but the golden sword had no resistance at all, just like a paper sword, and was instantly torn apart by the light shot by Feng Qingyang.
And that ray of light continued to move forward, tearing the golden sword apart and shooting directly into the rolling dark clouds.
Suddenly, a muffled groaning sound was heard in the sky, and the rolling dark clouds suddenly stopped, as if their vitality was pierced by the arrow without an arrow.
Feng Qingyang's face lit up with joy, thinking that he had finally survived this divine punishment.
Boom!
But at this moment, a violent crackling sound was heard from the sky again. Feng Qingyang's delighted face suddenly changed. He looked at the void vigilantly, and saw that the dark clouds began to roll again, and became thicker and thicker, as if they were about to crush the ground.
Feng Qingyang was horrified. He grasped the Yueshang Bow and pushed it out far away, and the ground was covered with his zombie blood.
He looked up at the sky, and felt an even stronger pressure coming down, which made him unable to muster the will to resist. He knew that the fun of the night was about to begin, and if he could not resist, he would definitely turn into ashes in this heavenly punishment.
He saw dark clouds rolling, and in them there was no longer just one bolt of lightning rising and falling, but tens of thousands of lightning bolts rolling, as if the end of the world had come. He could not breathe, and he felt as if his soul was about to dissipate under this pressure.
Feng Qingyang was furious, and the Corpse King's blood was boiling. Powerful forces were stimulated from his blood, filling him with the mighty power to destroy the world.
Heaven brought down heavenly punishment only because he was a zombie. Heavenly Dao did not allow zombies to enter the Three Realms and Five Elements. Therefore, after they advanced to wandering zombies, every breakthrough would cause heavenly punishment. If they exceeded the limit, they would continue to survive, but would be reduced to ashes under Heavenly Dao.
What a tragedy!
What a vicissitude and misery this is!
Born between heaven and earth, but not recognized by heaven and earth, this made Feng Qingyang almost crazy. He originally understood a little bit of the essence of the "Wang Zi Jue", but he brought down the punishment from heaven.
This made Feng Qingyang despair. This was his first time to truly transcend the tribulation, and he had no time to prepare at all. He hadn't even chosen a good location for the tribulation. Fortunately, he was no longer in Guiyuan City. Otherwise, if outsiders noticed it, he might have chosen to survive the heavenly punishment, but he would have been assassinated by his enemies.
Feng Qingyang had nowhere to retreat, nowhere to avoid! He could only resist and defend!
Under this world-destroying pressure, he drew the Moon-Slaying Bow once again!
Weng... Weng... Weng...
The bowstring rang, as if responding to Feng Qingyang. Feng Qingyang's magic power began to run wildly, and it even seemed to be burning.
Every time he pulled the bowstring, an inexplicable black shadow appeared on his arm.
puff!
He spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body swaying, but he was able to steady the Yueshang Bow in his hand.
boom!
He loosened his hand, and a powerful and bright light shot into the black cloud in the sky again.
But this time it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any waves. The light disappeared in an instant after rushing into the dark clouds.
Feng Qingyang was shocked, but his hands did not stop and he pulled it several times in a row and quickly.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Three destructive rays of light rushed up with the momentum to destroy the heavens. This time, the three consecutive rays of light even wiped out the dark clouds, but the thunder and lightning in the clouds did not dissipate at all.
Without the cover of dark clouds, purple lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, and the purple light illuminated the area for countless miles.
"I must break this piece of heavenly punishment of yours!" Feng Qingyang shouted loudly. He was unwilling to give in. Although his soul trembled under the pressure of world destruction, he still gritted his teeth and persevered.
A black mist quickly emerged from his body and quickly condensed into a strange figure under the cover of night.
In the night sky, one could only see the rolling thunder and lightning, the bright light that gathered again in Feng Qingyang's hands, and - the red eyes of the phantom condensed by the black shadow.
The reappearance of the black shadow seemed to offset a lot of Feng Qingyang's pressure. He took a few deep breaths, looked down at his body, and smiled bitterly.
Today, he is covered with scars, some of which are so deep that the bones can be seen. Although his body is in a mess, his momentum is getting stronger and stronger.
His red hair was flying and blood was flowing from all his orifices. He looked extremely ferocious, even a little scary, with his fangs sticking out, shining with cold light.
A strong sense of unyieldingness emanated from his body. If the heaven won't tolerate me... I will shatter the heaven!
"I want to live! I must break the curse of the zombies! Let their dissipated souls return to heaven and earth!"
Buzz buzz buzz…
The bowstring trembled again, and Feng Qingyang's invincible power surged out. Even at this point, he still did not take out the Yueshang Arrow from the storage ring.
The bulging meridians on his hands were like ferocious dragons, crisscrossing across his arms.
Feng Qingyang stretched his legs and pulled the bow, his teeth chattering under the pressure of thunder and lightning.
Boom!
Finally, the thousands of ferocious lightning bolts in the sky twisted into one, and finally rolled over and turned into a purple dragon, whose eyes were full of indifference to life.
Although Feng Qingyang is a zombie, he is not an ordinary walking corpse. He has thoughts and a soul. But when he saw that indifferent look, he became extremely angry.
The purple dragon opened its mouth and let out a roar. Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color and the void shook continuously.
Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, blood flowed out of his mouth, and he looked like a bloody man. He was accepting the baptism under the heavenly punishment in this way.
"I only know how to bend my bow and shoot eagles. There is no eagle today, so I will shoot you, the dragon!"
He roared angrily, and pulled the Yueshang bow into a full moon in order to put an arrow on it. His muscles were torn and blood was flowing continuously.
This final blow was his most pinnacle moment, gathering all the unwillingness in his heart, all the strength of his cultivation, and the added power brought by the Yueshang Bow.
The wind was rising and the clouds were surging, and stronger energy was pouring towards his fingers.
Boom!
Oh!
The light burst out, instantly flooding the sky and earth, submerging him and the purple dragon together...