Continuous whispering, bursts of dead words accompanied by the number of fate, this voice is like the will of the sky, with an irresistible fate, the curse is clear.

Almost at this moment, all the impact fell on his body, making him tremble, and his shriveled body was in danger of breaking at any time, and his will was weakened, and when his body and spirit believed that he was dead, this remaining will finally collapsed.

"Is this a calamity, or a curse, why is there such a strong curse aura!" Feng Qingyang scolded angrily, the madness in his eyes became even stronger, and almost instantly, he slapped his palm on himself, as if this was the only way to slow down the stiffness of his body.

Even if it is self-harming, it can only regain consciousness for a short moment, but then it will be violently counterattacked, and it will become more and more useless, and the physical trauma will be that it believes in its own fall, which will only exacerbate its demise.

He was like a mortal on the verge of death, when he was infinitely close to death, he looked up at the sky and stretched out his hand, how he longed to continue to live.

At the end, his head was lowered, and his eyes met the Qian Yanli below him, and at that moment, he suddenly wanted him to help, but at the critical moment, he withdrew his hand.

He is so proud, how can he let others interfere with his catastrophe without authorization, even the best senior brother, this is his pride, his bones, he doesn't believe it, let alone be unwilling, he hasn't really grown to Dacheng, how can he fail easily?

"This is not a catastrophe, not a so-called fate, but a curse, a curse, the same as the curse left by the Emperor, except that this is a curse!" Feng Qingyang almost roared, and he couldn't even feel the pain in his body.

The dim gaze is like a candle flickering in the wind, and the dim light can no longer guide him, and a person dies like a lamp goes out, and the lamp goes out and a man dies.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils began to dilate, but at the critical moment, when the light was about to go out, a realization suddenly flashed in Feng Qingyang's mind.

"The so-called number of lives, the arbitrary application of changing the number of lives, how can everything be prescribed according to a dead word? This is obviously not a number of lives, 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 that people couldn't afford to resist at all, and even thought that this was his life, and when his life came to an end, it would naturally fall.

But now, when you are enlightened, everything is so clear, this is obviously a curse, to curse a person with the will of the Heavenly Dao, just like the entire spiritual world to curse a monk, such a strong will, who can resist?

Fortunately, the Heavenly Dao consciousness of the Spirit Realm did not fully awaken, but he cursed him with the instinct predetermined before he fell asleep, relying on the strength of the Heavenly Dao, so that he had no way to retreat, and could only bear it passively.

"It can be said to be a catastrophe, but if it is said to be a curse, it may be more appropriate!"

This is the manifestation of the will of the Heavenly Dao in the spirit world, and the appearance of the wind is an accident, but this accident is also in the number of fates, slowly moving forward according to the trajectory, along the way, there will naturally be the arrangement of the Heavenly Dao, so that he will be hunted down by everyone at the same time as he is strong, thus forcing him to not settle down and understand.

Because, the way of heaven will never allow Feng Qingyang to be stronger than him, but in the spirit world, the only creature that can grow to fight with him in the end is Feng Qingyang.

He needs someone who can help him, but he doesn't want him to be too strong, and this person, seeing that when the will of the Fa Decisive Wind is so strong that it can almost be compared to himself, the Spirit Realm Heavenly Dao will inevitably trigger the instinct and wipe it out, so this calamity is both a curse and a calamity.

"Body death, god death, soul death!" At the moment when the wind cleared and realized, the whispers from the spirit realm and heavenly dao appeared again, like a gust of wind blowing, violently shaking the last trace of fire that was clear and fragile in the wind.

This time, the news no longer appeared directly in his mind, but swirled around the heaven and earth, making countless monks feel cold in an instant, their bodies were stiff and unable to move, they did not bear this curse, but they were also contaminated with a trace of cause and effect, just by the aftermath of the aftermath made their hearts tremble, how strong is this?

The wind was clear, the flesh and blood on his face fell off, his bones were relaxed, and he was about to turn into flying ashes.

But he didn't give up, he was still holding on, and who knows if there will be a turnaround until the last minute?

"Besides, when it comes to curses, I'll do the same. When he said these last words, there was a bang, his body collapsed and became invisible, and the wind of heaven and earth rose, as if to blow away the last dues.

Airplanes!

But at this time, the originally collapsed body was reunited in an instant, but it was no longer arrogant and domineering before, there was still a trace of sickly paleness on his face, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but at least he was still alive.

Thinking about the last scene, he secretly said that it was dangerous, if it weren't for the fact that his soul had fused with the soul devouring and had the instinct of splitting, I am afraid that the previous collapse would really make him fall, right?

As everyone knows, his collapse is almost crazy in the eyes of everyone, especially Zhu Xuezhu and Emperor Immortal, the latter is okay, just simple worry and excessive sadness, but the former has a strange brilliance in his eyes......

The wind is clear and smiling, its voice is a little desolate, but in this desolation there is unyielding, although weak, but still spread in all directions, echoing the heavens and the earth.

"Poof...... Suddenly, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, but the blood did not flow in vain, almost at the moment of appearance, he suddenly sealed his hands, and a huge rune flew out from his forehead.

With the appearance of the rune, it seemed to have some kind of strange power, slowly expanding, exuding a dark black glow, attracting the power of the world in his dantian that was not too perfect, and changing it, obviously to curse the will of the Heavenly Dao of the Spirit Realm.

This is not his strongest supernatural power, but it is his strongest curse way, curse with the power of the world, this curse is so strong that it can shake any peak power, and the power in it is beyond his imagination.

Even the sleeping Spirit Realm Heavenly Dao Will will be shocked and awakened in this moment, and even if it doesn't wake up, there will be traces of awakening.

"Huadao...... Die!" As the last word of death came, the sky roared, and it turned into thunder in the blink of an eye, and a black boundless divine thunder of annihilation swept in, heading straight for the wind and clearing, and everything in its path turned into flying ashes, even the void and the sky withered and shattered under this divine thunder.

But at the moment when it was approaching, Feng Qingyang was already ready for the supernatural powers!

"Spell - Spirit!"

The roar rose again, but this time, not from heaven and earth, but from himself!