But no one paid attention to this, even the Emperor Immortal who was standing beside her did not feel the slightest abnormality.

......

This coming fourth tribulation is a bit strong, compared to the previous tribulations, this calamity is more domineering and invincible, that kind of domineering feeling, as if the will of heaven has been awake a little in a deep sleep.

Between the booms and bombardments, sweeping everything in all directions, the chaotic void fragments that were originally broken and floating were suddenly clear, and that kind of grand pomp and circumstance had come to this kind of destruction.

At the moment of arrival, the void where the wind is clear has changed, if it was just tissue paper before, then now it is a barrier watered by molten iron, imprisoned in all directions, and he can't move.

A murmur that seemed to be whispering came, not only Feng Qingyang heard it, but even everyone below heard this whisper that could almost be spoken.

His words can change the heavens and the earth, and his words can make the sun and the moon dull, and even make the river flow backwards, because his words are the number and the rule.

He has such a great strength that almost as soon as he opens his mouth, he can make the fake come true, whether you believe it or not, you will believe it in the end.

"This calamity, just do the life tribulation, the more you resist, the more powerful he will become, and it is even possible to make the sleeping Spirit Realm Heavenly Dao will officially wake up. The way to get through him is not to obey, but to find his flaws in this fate, and use this flaw to make him compromise, so as to successfully cross the catastrophe, after this catastrophe, you are the real king's body, and the body of a zombie king. ”

The words quietly fell into Feng Qingyang's ears, and swirled in a low voice, with an indescribable self-confidence, which also subconsciously silently blurred Feng Qingyang.

"Death!" is still a dead word, but this time it is not like the death of the second red light illusion, but it has turned into a number of lives, and suddenly entered the soul of the wind and clear.

It's like, the king of Hades told you to die for the third watch, and you will definitely not survive the fifth watch, that's it, this is a certainty, and it is not something that ordinary people can resist at all.

Almost as soon as these words came out, his body, his spirit, believed that he was dead, and a feeling of numbness swept over him like a tidal wave.

The trend of coming was so fast that before Feng Qingyang could prepare, he was imprisoned by the decay of his whole body, and at this moment he seemed to have returned to the past.

returned to the moment when he had just crossed over to the cultivation realm, his hands and feet were stiff, and his body was filled with dead energy, his soul was exhausted, and his mana was even more depleted than ever, at this moment, he even had to believe in himself.

Not only him, but even all the great powers of the spirit world felt a kind of despair at this time, and the artistic conception of death permeated their bodies, even the mountains, rivers, grass and trees were also in danger.

After a while, Feng Qingyang's face was pale, his face was distorted, and his body was almost decayed to the limit.

He wanted to urge his mana to resist the decay of his body, but his body believed that he had died, so it began to decay, his mana dissipated, and even his soul slowly began to wither.

A kind of pain, Ge Ran began to pound on the wind Qingyang's heart, and that pain was transmitted not by his body or soul, but by his will.

He didn't believe that he was dead, not to mention that he didn't have it in the first place, the rich dead air made him feel like a catkins in the wind, wanting to land without that kind of strong weight, and without the slightest reliance to make him feel at ease and take root.

But just when he could not hold on, the soul-shattering and lifeless whisper appeared again, this time, it was no longer a dead word, but a more terrible life than death.

"Thou shalt be killed!" This time the fate was not aimed at the body spirit, but directly at its will, almost at this moment, there was a muffled snort from the wind Qingyang, and the meridians in the body were all cut off.

The whole person aged instantly, not after the passage of time, but after the decay of qi and blood disappeared, his original full body became shriveled in an instant, there was no roundness, and some were just a kind of silence and tastelessness.

Blood began to linger on his body, and a gloomy aura appeared on his face, which made people feel as if they were going to die at a glance.

Especially the last sentence, like a heavy hammer, slammed Feng Qingyang's body hard, making him retreat backwards step by step in the void, sinking in the regression, and before he sank, his body cracked open.

In this retreat, his strength continued to die, and his body began to weaken infinitely, and the shadow of death almost suddenly covered his whole body, and when the "death" of his body and soul began, it began to gradually eat away at his will.

Seeing this scene, Qian Yanli below sighed, he knew that the wind was clear and felt that the oil was running out, and he obviously had no strength to resist.

"Impossible, I'm not reconciled, I can definitely get through!" Feng Qingyang's eyes were red, and his aging body looked even more terrifying, terrifying to the extreme.

"Spirits of the ancestors, I need you!" Feng Qingyang's heart shouted, and as soon as this sound came out, immediately, the thoughts of countless zombies that were originally retained in the void were all instilled into Feng Qingyang's body.

With the thought of a zombie, his decaying body was suddenly alleviated, and he began to recover violently in an instant, but at the moment when he began to recover, the cry of life like a life came again.

"Die, wait for it!" the murmur came so violently that the wind suddenly howled again, and it was a kind of viciousness that was extremely painful.

The ancestral spirits gathered in his body, that is, the thoughts of zombies in the underworld, collapsed suddenly, even trillions of ancestral spirits could not protect the wind and clear air.

His howl of pain had an indescribable lingering, as if it had returned to the light and had the strength to roar, but it did surprise them when it fell on everyone's ears.

They suddenly found that their cultivation had changed, but where the change was, they couldn't express it in words, but under each other's eyes, they clearly saw the shock in each other's sights.

"Little junior brother...... Don't you really need me to help!" Qian Yanli sighed secretly, he naturally saw Feng Qing's state, he wanted to help, but the other party didn't speak.

He knew that the wind was clear, so when he didn't get an answer, he could only watch the tragedy as a bystander.

Those words were almost a nightmare in the ears of Feng Qingyang, which cut off his vitality, like a big tree in autumn, withering after the curtain fell.