Feng Qingyang laughed wildly, but as he laughed, a line of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"The Curse Clan was slaughtered by you with your own hands. Today is the day for me to take revenge!" He flashed and went straight around the edge of the continent to the center where the two worlds collided.
He looked up at the huge black hole, his right hand kept making seals, the runes on his body kept spinning, he suddenly raised his hands and grabbed the sky, there was a loud bang, the already broken hole expanded several times with this grab.
The sound of collapse and tearing, swallowing the sky and the earth, the huge attraction caused by the collapse of the underworld directly caused the earth below to shatter, the mountains and rivers to turn upside down, and the thousand-foot-high mountains to collapse out of thin air.
The mountains and rivers that had existed for countless years were destroyed by this blow, leaving behind the devastation all over the land, telling of the tragedy of this place.
The suction force was already strong, and under the erosion of the power of the spell, it brought a sense of corrosion. Wherever the tearing wind passed, there was darkness everywhere, and countless monks who had no time to escape were buried in it. Even those who escaped by chance were seriously injured, their faces were pale and in a miserable state.
At this moment, they were helpless and were caught in a fierce battle between two powerful men, complaining bitterly.
King Chujiang's heart was bleeding, but no change could be seen on his face. Looking at the broken underworld, he was secretly surprised and thought to himself that the other party was so powerful.
He raised his hand, and a Bagua-shaped compass appeared out of nowhere. He threw it into the sky, and it grew against the wind. When it reached the broken ground, it was already a hundred feet in size. He pinched the seal and pointed at the void. The compass hummed, and slowly filled the broken ground with the pressure.
At the same time, the other hand changed from a fist to a palm, and two fingers pointed to the void. At that moment, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from his body, and his gaze passed through the sky and the earth and shone directly into Feng Qingyang's eyes.
A cold current was growing, and the temperature around rose again, just like a heavy snowfall in March. He did not make any move, but with this stroke, a storm arose.
The wind blew Feng Qingyang's messy long hair, and even the continent below that was turning upside down and colliding with the underworld began to shake slightly. At this moment, a sense of crisis came roaring in.
The crisis was so strong that Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank.
"What kind of magical power is this? He wasn't this strong back then!"
With a mutter, his body quickly retreated backwards, and at the same time, he threw a punch forward. He originally thought that this punch could at least resist King Chujiang for a moment, but the moment he swung it, he was disappointed to find that it was like a stone sinking into the sea. Before the fist arrived, it was crushed into ashes by King Chujiang's momentum.
"The fate is destroyed, curse!"
As Feng Qingyang spoke, heaven and earth changed, and a strange aura gradually appeared in the world. The black head appeared in his palm while spinning, and suddenly turned into the size of a millstone.
Although the skull is exquisite and translucent, it is covered with bloodshot, especially between the eyebrows, where a mark quietly appears, making the weird feeling of the world even stronger. Not only is it weird, but it also has a touch of madness and hideousness.
King Chujiang's expression remained unchanged. He ignored the oncoming skull and quickly made hand gestures and seals with his hands. After his aura reached a peak, it once again fell into an unprecedented peak.
The skull gradually grew larger, with phantoms floating inside it, and it seemed as if it would break through the air at any time. The sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling could be heard from all over the world, and the power of the curse also reached its peak after Feng Qingyang sacrificed the entire skull.
The sky and the earth were incomplete, the void was shattered, and with the skull as the center, countless phantoms gradually became clear. Its appearance, like a soul, shocked the continent below.
A whistling sound was heard, and countless members of the Curse Clan appeared out of nowhere. Looking at King Chujiang who was slowly advancing below, their eyes were all wide open, with strong resentment bursting out of their eyes.
"I, King Chu Jiang, control the Second Hall of Yama. I was born by heaven and earth. You, the Curse Clan, have broken the balance of heaven and earth and attempted to achieve immortality. You deserve to be punished!"
"Ghost Path, Heaven's Punishment!"
His tone slowed down, without any sign of nervousness. His words were like rules, more like the power of heaven. He separated his hands that were in the seal, and then pointed a finger at the skull in front of him.
At this point, the countless figures of the Curse Clan members that appeared in the void suddenly paused, and a crack appeared on everyone's face, like porcelain dolls on the verge of breaking.
At the same time, the power of the curse of heaven and earth began to decrease suddenly, and it became much weaker in an instant. Under the bombardment of the ghost, it could not muster the slightest resistance.
Feng Qingyang's face was gloomy, his lips and teeth turned white, and he finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. However, the blood was not wasted. Instead, at the moment when the void appeared, he clasped his hands together.
"Curse, Explode!"
"Resentment, destroy!"
The moment he opened his mouth, the blood-colored threads on the skull became thicker, almost covering it entirely, and with a sudden shock, the mark between his brows flashed with the skull as the center, and the red threads fell off, transforming into a huge net of heaven and earth.
After absorbing Feng Qingyang's blood, a blinding light burst out, followed by a loud bang. The shock force rushed straight towards King Chujiang along with the blood-colored threads that filled the sky and the earth.
At the same time, the figures of the Curse Clan, which had originally faded, became clear again with the blessing of the blood-colored thread. Not only that, the power of the curse on their bodies increased several times.
After merging with the red silk thread, it shot straight towards King Chujiang in front of it. The powerful wave caused ripples to appear in the void, like a huge wave sweeping across the sky and earth, and layers of ripples spread out.
Feng Qingyang remained silent, and had not spoken again until this moment. From his initial murderous intent, he seemed to be a little helpless now. It was undeniable that the magical power he had unleashed at this moment might still not be able to do anything to King Chu Jiang.
But even so, it was still able to cause certain damage to it. Feng Qingyang retreated instead of advancing, his body dived forward, and he kept changing the spells with one hand. The disappeared runes surrounded his body again, filling the world with a strong breath of curse.
"With the power of burning souls, I don't believe I can't kill you. Although you are powerful, you are subject to the fate of heaven, and your cultivation will never be able to break through."
The calm expression turned into ferocity and madness in an instant. The runes spun and flames burst out from his body, completely enveloping him. He was like an undefeated god of war. Although evil, he was still as domineering as ever.
The red pupils were almost glowing, and the kaleidoscope inside them kept spinning. The power of spells outside the body suddenly gathered together. At the same time, the witch beast that had disappeared reappeared, surrounded by the power of spells, and suddenly underwent a shocking change.
"King Chujiang!"
Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, and after the witch beast under him was covered by the power of the curse, its body rose again, almost reaching a hundred feet, standing there like a mountain, and the red power of the curse rose up.