Continuous mumbling, waves of the word death appeared along with fate. This sound was like the will of the sky, cursing Feng Qingyang with an irresistible fate.
Almost at this moment, all the impacts fell on him, making him tremble all over. His shriveled body was in danger of breaking at any time. His will was weak, and when his body and soul believed that he was dead, the remaining will finally collapsed.
"Is this a calamity or a curse? Why is there such a strong smell of curse!" Feng Qingyang cursed angrily, the madness in his eyes became even more intense, and almost in an instant, he slapped himself with a palm, as if only this could relieve the stiffness of his body.
Even if it is self-mutilation, it can only regain consciousness for a brief moment, but then there will be a violent backlash, and it will become increasingly ineffective. The trauma to the body will make it believe in its own demise, which will only exacerbate its demise.
He was like a mortal on his deathbed. When he was extremely close to death, he looked up at the sky and stretched out his hand. How much he longed to continue living.
Finally, he lowered his head and looked at Qian Shangli below him. At that moment, he suddenly wanted him to help, but at the critical moment, he withdrew his hand.
How could he, who is so proud, allow others to interfere with his catastrophe without permission, not even the best senior brother? This is his pride, his bones. He doesn't believe it, and he is not willing to accept it. How can he fail so easily when he hasn't really grown to perfection
"This is not a calamity, nor is it the so-called destiny, but a curse, a curse that is exactly the same as the curse left by Qiong Zun, except that this is a cursed fate!" Feng Qingyang almost roared out loud, and could not even feel the pain in his body.
The dim gaze was like a candle swaying in the wind; the dim light could no longer guide his direction. When a person dies, it is like a lamp going out; when the lamp goes out, the person dies too.
His eyes were bloodshot and his pupils began to dilate, but at the critical moment, when the light was about to go out, a sudden epiphany occurred to Feng Qingyang.
"The so-called destiny, how can one arbitrarily impose and change destiny and determine everything based on the word death? This is obviously not destiny, but a curse!"
Thinking of this, the sense of enlightenment in his heart became clearer and clearer. The reason why this calamity was so powerful was that people could not muster the slightest bit of resistance and even thought that this was their destiny. When their destiny came to an end, they would naturally fall.
But now, after enlightenment, everything is so clear. This is obviously a curse. Cursing a person with the will of heaven is like the entire spiritual world cursing a cultivator. With such a powerful will, who can resist
Fortunately, the consciousness of the Heavenly Dao in the spiritual world has not fully awakened. It is just relying on the instincts predestined before falling asleep and relying on the power of the Heavenly Dao to curse him, leaving him with no way to retreat and he can only passively bear it.
"You can call it a calamity, but if you call it a curse, it might be more appropriate!"
This is a manifestation of the will of the spiritual world. The appearance of Feng Qingyang was an accident, but this accident was also part of his destiny. He was moving forward slowly along the trajectory. Along the way, there would naturally be arrangements by heaven, which made him suffer from the pursuit of everyone while becoming powerful, thus forcing him to be unable to calm down and understand.
This was because Heaven would never allow Feng Qingyang to be stronger than him, but within the spiritual world, the only creature who could eventually grow to the point of challenging him was Feng Qingyang.
He needs someone who can help him, but he doesn't want him to be too powerful. When this person sees that Fa Jue Feng Qingyang's will is strong enough to be almost comparable to his own, the spiritual world's heavenly way will inevitably trigger its instinct and wipe him out. Therefore, this calamity is both a curse and a calamity.
"The body dies, the soul dies, and the spirit dies!" At the moment when Feng Qingyang realized it, the whispering from the spiritual world appeared again, like a gust of wind, violently shaking the last fragile flame of Feng Qingyang.
This time, the transmission did not appear directly in his mind, but echoed throughout the heaven and earth, causing countless cultivators to feel cold in an instant, their bodies stiff and unable to move. They did not suffer from this curse, but were also contaminated by a trace of cause and effect. The aftermath alone made them tremble with fear. How powerful is this
Feng Qingyang's whole body shook, the flesh on his face fell off, his bones loosened, and he was about to turn into ashes. It was obvious that this was his final moment, and he would soon turn into dust and disappear into the world.
However, he did not give up, he still persisted, who knows if there will be any turning point until the last moment? At least that's what he thought.
"Besides, when it comes to cursing, I, Feng, can do it too." When he uttered this last sentence, there was a loud bang, and his body suddenly collapsed and became invisible. A strong wind blew up from heaven and earth, as if it was going to blow away the last membership fee.
Buzz!
But at this moment, his originally collapsed body reassembled in an instant, but he no longer had the arrogance and domineering attitude he had before. There was still a trace of sickly paleness on his face, and there was blood at the corners of his mouth, but at least he was still alive.
Thinking about the last scene, he secretly said that it was a close call. If it weren't for the fact that his soul had been fused with the Soul Devourer and had the instinct to split, the previous collapse would have really killed him, right
Little did they know that his collapse was driving people crazy, especially Zhu Xuezhu and Di Xianxian. The latter was fine, just worried and overly sad, but the former had a strange light in his eyes...
Feng Qingyang laughed, his voice was a little desolate, but within this desolation there was an indomitable spirit. Although weak, it still spread in all directions and echoed across heaven and earth.
"Puff..." Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood, but this blood was not shed in vain. Almost at the moment of appearing, he suddenly formed seals with his hands, and a huge rune quickly flew out from his forehead.
As the runes appeared, they seemed to possess some strange power. They slowly expanded and emitted a dark black light. They aroused the imperfect world power in his dantian and changed it. It was obvious that it was going to curse the will of the spiritual world.
This is not his strongest magical power, but it is his strongest way of curse. It uses the power of the world to curse. The power of this curse can shake any peak powerful person. The power of it is beyond his imagination.
Even the dormant will of the spiritual world would be shocked and awakened in this moment. Even if it did not awaken, there would be signs of awakening.
"Transform... into death!" As the last word of death was heard, the sky roared, and it turned into thunder in the blink of an eye. A black and boundless divine thunder of annihilation swept over and headed straight for Feng Qingyang. Everything turned to ashes wherever it passed, even the void sky was withered and shattered under this divine thunder.
But at that moment that was about to come, Feng Qingyang had already prepared his magical powers!
"Curse—Spirit World!"
The roar rose again, but this time, it did not come from the heaven and earth, but from himself!