But no one noticed this. Even Di Xianxian, who was standing next to her, did not feel anything unusual.
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The fourth calamity that was coming was quite powerful. Compared with the previous ones, this one was even more domineering and invincible. The feeling of dominance was as if the will of heaven had awakened a little from its slumber.
It descended with a loud bang, sweeping away everything in the four directions. The originally broken and floating chaotic fragments of the void suddenly became clear. That grand scene, this kind of devastating force, had already arrived.
At the moment of landing, the void where Feng Qingyang was located changed. If it was just thin paper before, now it was a barrier made of molten iron, imprisoning him on all sides and making him unable to move.
A murmur like a whisper was heard. Not only Feng Qingyang heard it, but everyone below also heard this whisper that seemed to be able to be spoken.
His words can change the world, his words can dim the sun and moon, and even make rivers flow backwards, because his words are constants and rules.
He possesses such powerful strength that as long as he opens his mouth, anything he says can become true. No matter you believe it or not, you will believe it in the end.
"This calamity is a life calamity. The more you resist, the more powerful it will become. It may even awaken the dormant will of the spiritual world. The way to survive it is not to obey it, but to find its flaws in this fate, and use these flaws to make it compromise, so that you can successfully survive the calamity. After this calamity, you will be a true king, and a great zombie king."
Qian Shangli's words fell quietly into Feng Qingyang's ears, echoing in a low voice with an indescribable confidence, and this confidence also subconsciously influenced Feng Qingyang.
"Die!" It was still the word death, but this time it was not like the second death that was transformed by the red light. Instead, it turned into fate and suddenly entered Feng Qingyang's soul.
It’s just like, if the King of Hell tells you to die at three o’clock in the morning, you will definitely not survive past five o’clock. That’s how it is. This is a destiny that no ordinary person can resist.
Almost as soon as he said this, his body and his soul actually believed that he was dead, and a feeling of numbness swept over him like a tide.
The approaching trend was so fast that Feng Qingyang had no time to prepare before he was trapped by the decay of his whole body. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the past.
He returned to the moment when he had just traveled through time and space to the world of cultivation. His hands and feet were stiff, his body was filled with deathly aura, his mind and soul were exhausted, and his magic power was depleted like never before. At this moment, he even wanted to believe it himself.
Not only him, but all the powerful beings in the spiritual world felt a great despair at this moment. The mood of death permeated them, and even the mountains, rivers, and grass could not escape.
After a moment, Feng Qingyang's face turned pale, his features twisted, and his body was almost weakened to the limit. After the will came, the fate brought by the invisible force almost made Feng Qingyang perish.
He wanted to mobilize his magical powers to resist the decay of his body, but his body believed that he was dead, so it began to decay, his magical powers dissipated, and even his soul began to slowly wither.
A kind of pain from Ge Ran began to hit Feng Qingyang's heart. The pain was not felt by his body or soul, but by his will.
He didn't believe that he was dead, let alone that he had never been dead. The thick aura of death made him feel like a willow catkin in the wind, wanting to fall to the ground but without the strong weight, and without any support to make him feel at ease and take root.
But just when he could hardly hold on, the soul-destroying, life-destroying mumbling voice appeared again. This time, it was no longer the word death, but a fate more terrifying than death.
"Your will—shall die!" This time the fate was not aimed at the body and soul, but directly at his will. Almost at this moment, Feng Qingyang let out a muffled groan, and all the meridians in his body were severed.
The whole person aged instantly, not the aging that comes from the passage of time, but the morbidity that comes from the decline and disappearance of qi and blood. His originally plump body became shriveled in an instant, without any roundness, and there was only a sense of desolation and tastelessness.
Blood began to flow down his body, and a layer of gloom appeared on his face, which was terrifying. It seemed as if one would die if one looked at him.
Especially the last sentence, which was like a heavy hammer, hitting Feng Qingyang's body hard, making him retreat step by step in the void and sink while retreating. Before he sank ten feet, a crack appeared on his body.
As he retreated, his strength continued to disappear, and his body began to weaken infinitely. The shadow of death almost instantly covered Feng Qingyang's entire body. After the "death" of his body and soul, it began to gradually erode his will.
Qian Shangli below saw this scene and sighed. He knew that Feng Qingyang was almost exhausted and obviously had no strength left to resist.
"Impossible, I won't give up, I can definitely make it through!" Feng Qingyang's eyes were red, and his aging body looked even more terrifying, horrible to the extreme.
"Spirit of ancestors, I need you!" Feng Qingyang's heart was shouting, and as soon as this voice came out, immediately, the thoughts of countless zombies that were originally retained in the void were all infused into Feng Qingyang's body.
With the thought of zombie, his decaying body was immediately relieved, and began to recover violently in an instant. But at the moment of recovery, the fate came again like a death muttering.
"Die, you deserve to die!" The muttering was so fierce that Feng Qingyang suddenly howled again, with a hideous look of extreme pain.
The spirits of the ancestors gathered in his body, that is, the thoughts of zombies in the dark, collapsed suddenly. Even trillions of ancestors' spirits could not protect Feng Qingyang.
There was an indescribable lingering quality to his howling of pain, as if he had suddenly regained some strength to roar wildly, but when everyone heard it, it really terrified them.
They suddenly found that their cultivation had changed, but they couldn't express in words what had changed. However, when they looked at each other, they could clearly see the shock in each other's eyes.
“Junior brother... you really don’t need me to help?” Qian Shangli sighed secretly. He naturally saw Feng Qing’s condition. He wanted to help, but the other party didn’t say a word.
He knew Feng Qingyang, so when he didn't get a reply, he could only watch the tragedy as a bystander.
Those mumblings were almost like a nightmare to Feng Qingyang, making him lose all vitality, like a big tree in autumn that withers after the fall.