At this moment of being suppressed, two rays of light suddenly shot out of Feng Qingyang's eyes, and he suddenly raised his big hand. All of a sudden, three hundred and ninety-nine million ninety-nine million pounds of strength gathered, and in the roar there was a power to destroy the world. At this moment, the raised right hand suddenly changed, with clear scales and a hideous barb.
As his arms changed, Feng Qingyang's confidence swelled rapidly in an instant. His raised right arm not only became more powerful, but also mobilized the power of the world in the void. One punch shook three worlds, and three big worlds surrounded him, constantly blessing him.
At the same moment, Feng Qingyang's clothes suddenly exploded, and he turned into a zombie with a green face and fangs. However, this zombie was different from ordinary zombies.
When his right arm began to transform, his body also suddenly became erect. If he was only the size of an ordinary person before, now he has turned into a mountain.
About ten feet high, like a moving giant, the power in his body was condensing at any time, turning into a force that was so powerful that it could hit the surface, directly making Feng Qingyang's momentum surge to its peak.
His imposing manner was like a rainbow. His ten-zhang body, his powerful will that defied heaven, and the power of the world's rules that spread from the complete transformation of his dantian in his body all suddenly burst out.
He is the last zombie in modern times, the last awakened one, the owner of the bloodline of the corpse king, the one who connects the past and the future, never gives up, and is the strongest embodiment of arrogance in the world.
Almost at the same time as Feng Qingyang's transformation, the pressure of the vortex continued to approach, almost less than a kilometer away from Feng Qingyang, covering the surroundings. From a distance, it seemed that Feng Qingyang had been completely trapped in the vortex.
The vortex seemed to be worried about Feng Qingyang's escape, but Feng Qingyang was so ambitious that he had no intention of retreating. His eyes revealed a kind of earth-shaking fighting spirit. At the moment when the vortex was gradually approaching, he let out a roar similar to the roar of a dragon, leaned forward slightly, raised his foot and took a step forward, and raised his left hand. The open hand, with a hook and a bloody aura, slammed on the center of the vortex.
At the moment the two sides collided, a roar came from the heaven and earth. From afar, it seemed as if a mountain was holding up the collapsing world, and supporting the world with its dragon-like arms.
The pressure of the vortex suddenly stopped under Feng Qingyang's hands. It no longer had the invincible pressure it had before. Almost at this moment, Feng Qingyang retracted his right hand, but this was not to avoid, but to launch a more powerful attack.
He clenched his fist and smashed it towards the vortex, and the vortex suddenly twisted for a moment under this punch, causing the whole world to tremble.
As a result, all the powerful spiritual beings below were instantly shaken, as if this punch was not hitting the will of heaven, but was actually bombarding their inner souls.
"Puchi!" Some people whose cultivation was slightly weaker turned pale under the shock of this punch, and their cultivation level dropped. They almost slipped down a level because of not realizing their shortcomings. They vomited blood, and there was a flash of horror in their eyes. They didn't know why, but even a fool could understand that the reason this punch fell on them was because of the forced transfer of the will of heaven.
"Awesome!" Qian Shangli blurted out, not hiding the admiration for Feng Qingyang in his eyes. As the eldest senior brother, and a person who has cultivated to the level of semi-saint, he had already seen through some things, but seeing Feng Qingyang's domineering attitude at this moment, a long-lost passion still appeared in his calm heart.
After throwing a punch, Feng Qingyang did not stop, but slightly stepped on his feet. Like an arrow released from a bowstring, his entire body turned into a long rainbow and rushed straight towards the vortex above his head.
“Ancient god Hou Zun, and the spirits of the zombie clan who have fallen and drifted in the endless years, today I am going to overcome the calamity, you must lend a helping hand.” Feng Qingyang turned into a long rainbow, and although his body was as big as a mountain, when he hit the vortex, he was still completely submerged in it.
Everyone couldn't see him, but they could feel the strong will and breath fluctuations in the vortex. And just when Feng Qingyang opened his mouth, countless zombie spirits, which existed or not, appeared in the void. They seemed to have no form, but they could feel the distortion, haziness and blur. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't feel them at all.
Maybe it exists, or maybe it doesn't exist at all. But just after Feng Qingyang's entire body was submerged, the roar spread throughout the entire spiritual world and rippled out. No matter whether it was the spiritual world or the countless cultivation worlds below, at this moment, there was a sense of doomsday that was covered by darkness and blocked out the sun.
Although Feng Qingyang is extremely confident, he is not so conceited as to be able to really contend with Heaven's will with his current strength. Although the will of Heaven that appeared in the King's Tribulation is not all of it, at least Feng Qingyang can be on par with it.
Even so, he was not completely powerless. At least after entering the vortex, Feng Qingyang became aware of the situation. This awareness came from his infinitely expanding confidence.
With both hands supporting the vortex in the sky, the endless spirits of zombies, whether existing or non-existent, were all integrated into him at this moment.
"Although I can't kill you now, I will at least make you feel pain!" Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with brilliance, and a roar came from where his hands were holding the vortex. The unstoppable power made the faces of countless people below turn pale again.
Suddenly, the three big worlds appeared as if they were extremely real. The powerful visual impact was too terrifying. He was in the center of the big world. He suddenly retracted his hands. Just like the first time, the gathered power condensed into one and collided upwards with the big world.
The vortex trembled, and the roar within it became more angry. Feng Qingyang suddenly had a feeling that the will of heaven and earth imposed on this place had suddenly become stronger, just like him, who became stronger when facing a stronger force.
So what? The terrifying force brought the three great worlds that had almost evolved to the extreme to collide. The vortex finally roared with reluctance and collapsed with a bang. As it collapsed, the three rays of light that shuttled with it also disappeared immediately, especially the black light that dominated the world, which wailed like a stillborn fetus.
At this point, the second level of the Third Curse completely collapsed. Almost at this moment, Feng Qingyang spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards for a long distance. He exploded and retreated hundreds of miles before he managed to stop. His body, which was originally as big as a mountain, also returned to its original shape during the explosive retreat.
"If this calamity can be overcome, what about the great calamity that comes after that?"