Qian Shangli's whispers were clearly heard by Feng Qingyang after a moment, but he showed no fear. On the contrary, his inner joy reached its peak.
If it was any other catastrophe at this time, then after the attack of Curse Three, it would definitely be as powerful as thunder and lightning. With Feng Qingyang's exhausted body, how could he not be worried
But now, this calamity is actually dominated by time. This calamity may be fatal to others, but for him, it is a kind of using one's strengths to counter his weaknesses.
A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were as sharp as torches as he looked up at the shadow of the ferocious beast that was gradually solidifying in the sky. He suddenly felt a sense of great pride.
The zombie clan is said to be immortal. Moreover, he is the wise man in the prophecy, the awakener of the corpse king's bloodline, and the descendant of the ancient god.
This is not the point. The point is that he has the Green Lotus of Good Fortune in his body. Good fortune, good fortune, what is good fortune? It is the absolute power of creating something out of nothing, and the world evolved from Dantian.
Just ask yourself, how long is the lifespan of a world? He may have an idea in his mind, but this is his own strength after all. He can be old, young, or even middle-aged, but he has never heard of aging to the point of death.
Unless the years of this catastrophe could directly wash a newly evolved world to the brink of collapse, otherwise, he would never perish in this catastrophe.
After figuring this out, Feng Qingyang suddenly had an epiphany. During the collapse of the second calamity, he had transformed from his original zombie form back to his original appearance.
Even so, he still retained the spirits of his ancestors from the unknown. Standing in this dark and boundless void, he slowly raised his head, looked up at the sky indifferently, and met the gaze of the ferocious beast that was gradually appearing.
After a moment, he suddenly turned around, nodded to Qian Shangli and others with confidence, and then moved to all directions. Everyone who looked at him turned their heads away to avoid the dazzling light that was like a knife cutting.
Almost at this moment, when Feng Qingyang came to his senses, the ferocious beasts gathered in the sky controlled the List of Gods and flickered in the darkness. After half an incense stick of time, they approached rapidly with a unique prehistoric ferocious beast and suddenly descended.
The entire spiritual world and the world of cultivation, in an instant, became as bright as day, and more like the sun hanging in the sky suddenly descending. The dazzling white light illuminated every dark place, even the most filthy and evil places, and even the sealed world on the other side was filled with infinite white light at this moment.
To everyone, it was a dazzling and piercing white light, but in Feng Qingyang's eyes, it was not the case. He was at the center of the white light and was almost the first to be affected. However, surrounded by this light, his pupils suddenly lost their focus and turned pitch black.
The vicissitudes of the passing of time and the withering and desolateness of all things, along with this first flush containing the light of time, reverberated throughout the spiritual world, the sealed world, and the world of cultivation.
The alternation of day and night represents the passing of a day. In this world of mortals, when a baby is born after ten months of pregnancy, it begins to endure the erosion of time.
The alternation of day and night makes them grow, from childhood to youth, and then to adulthood. However, this is a kind of deprivation. After their adulthood, they suddenly become old, just like the rising sun, rising slowly, from warmth to scorching sun, and then to the final dusk, until - night.
At that moment, Feng Qingyang did feel some changes in his body, as if something was extracted out of thin air. He knew that the things that were washed away with the white light were his lifespan, essence, and blood.
The first wash made him suddenly feel weak. This feeling was not from being injured, but from the powerlessness that mortals feel when they grow old.
If it was really a mortal who was enduring it now, he would hardly know how many times he had died, and how many deaths and rebirths he had experienced in the white light. Even if it was a cultivator again, he would still meet his end under the flushing of the white light, and fall due to the five decays of heaven and man, and become the Tao and the heaven and earth.
But Feng Qingyang clearly felt that he was indeed weak, but this weakness began to recover after just a moment, so that the young man of creation and the world of Dantian in his body had changed. This change is called growth, although the change is insignificant, almost a drop in the bucket.
"If that's the case, then should I call you calamity or luck?" Feng Qingyang murmured, with the smile on his lips becoming more obvious. Looking at the gaze of the ferocious beast in the sky and the constantly flashing List of Gods, he almost turned into the most ordinary mentality, welcoming the calamity with an indifferent mentality, and welcoming the luck brought by this calamity with his relaxed will!
"Feng's life span is as long as the sea dries up and the rocks crumble. If you can really wash away all of my life span, then I will admit defeat. But if that's all, it's simply a joke. Do you think you can kill me like this?" Feng Qingyang raised his head with arrogance on his face, his hair and beard standing tall, looking extremely domineering.
roar!
The spiritual world was shaking, and the eyes of the ferocious beast that appeared in the sky were as red as blood. Its flashing eyes were intertwined with the List of Conferred Gods in its hand, and there was a roar like thunder. It was obvious that Feng Qingyang's provocative words had angered the other party. Almost at the moment he finished speaking, a second, even brighter light came.
This time, the light was even more intense than the first time, and it even made other people around unable to open their eyes. But in Feng Qingyang's view, it was a different kind of power.
The interwoven light suddenly changed. This time, darkness was dominant. In his world, there was no darkness, only endless glare. However, in the eyes of others, it was exceptionally dazzling.
It was like a knife condensed in the darkness. The moment it began to descend, it turned into a knife of death that specialized in reaping lifespans. With this swing, just as what was said at the beginning, it directly took away his one million years of lifespan.
How long is a million years? The cultivators in the spiritual world are Yuanying, and their limit is 10,000 years. The strong ones in the realm of Tao are said to be only slightly longer than 10,000 years. But he harvested 100,000 years the first time, and the second time, it was directly a million years.
Feng Qingyang's face changed suddenly. Others might not notice it, but if they could see it, they would definitely find his changed face. His handsome face became firm, and there was a sense of maturity brought by the vicissitudes of time. A green beard had grown on his chin, which made him look like a middle-aged man.
But this appearance changed extremely quickly. Almost at the moment when he was formed, the green beard disappeared and his face became handsome again.