Her mumblings were obviously heard clearly by the man beside her who was shrouded in chaos. He looked at Qian Duoduo with complicated eyes, and finally his heart turned into a deep sigh.
Feng Qingyang clung to the wall like a gecko. He looked back at the people behind him and saw that from time to time someone let go of the cliff and fell off.
But after falling, his body was turned into ashes by the sharp sword energy in the void before it touched the ground. Seeing this, his pupils shrank and he thought to himself that this was a road to death.
Looking up, among the more than one hundred mid-stage foundation building cultivators who had originally emerged from the audition battlefield, only about fifty were climbing up, while those cultivators in the early stage of foundation building could only become cannon fodder.
After Feng Qingyang killed two thousand sect disciples who were in the early stage of foundation building in one fell swoop, their numbers dropped sharply, but more than half of them still came to challenge without knowing the consequences.
There were occasional screams from below, but they stopped abruptly. Feng Qingyan's hair stood on end, and he felt a little worried. He couldn't understand why such a match was held. Was it really related to the opening of the secret realm? Or did it take so many lives to open the secret realm
He shook his head and used part of his 'Bronze Skin and Iron Bones' technique. Protrusions appeared on his arms and soles like barbs, making him more stable on the cliff.
Swish, swish, swish!
Enduring the pressure from above, he climbed up step by step. This was simply another way to reach heaven. Fortunately, Feng Qingyang had tried similar things before, so his body's ability to withstand it far exceeded that of everyone else.
In addition, his zombie body was already stiff with thick skin and flesh, making it even more impossible for others to catch up. This was why he was able to catch up in a short period of time even though he was several days late.
"Red Devil... Come up quickly, I'm waiting for you here..."
In the distance, a loud roar came from the void, the sound was like thunder, making his ears buzz. Feng Qingyang smiled, he knew who it was just by listening to the voice.
He looked up and carefully identified the dozens of people above, and immediately found the person who was talking. He saw Lu Zhishen holding on to a strange rock and gasping for breath. As he exhaled, it immediately turned into white smoke that lingered around for a long time.
Feng Qingyang was amazed and thought to himself that this was a wonderful place. However, Lu Zhishen was at least five hundred meters away from him. If he wanted to get there in an instant, it would be absolutely impossible.
After climbing for quite a while, Feng Qingyang had observed some patterns. Every ten meters the cliff rises, the pressure doubles. This cycle goes on and on. Looking at Lu Zhishen above, the pressure there is at least fifty times that of the current place.
"They don't have a system like mine, so how did they get up there?" Feng Qingyang was puzzled, but in the end he guessed that the other party must have many unique secrets of their own.
Looking at Lu Xun, he was almost a thousand meters away from Feng Qingyang. He had left the Heavenly Demon Prince and the people in the middle stage of foundation building far behind him, and was resting at a place.
Feng Qingyang's eyesight was exceptionally sharp at night, and he saw that Lu Xun's face was not red, and there was not even a trace of sweat. He was breathing evenly, and his chest was rising and falling. He was afraid that he had reached such a high altitude easily.
However, the Crown Prince Wu Zili of the Heavenly Demon Sect behind him was at least a hundred meters lower than him, and a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on Crown Prince Wu Zili's forehead. It seemed that the pressure from above was so great that it was unimaginable.
“There really are so many extraordinary people…” He sighed to himself for a while, then activated his magic power again and quickly climbed up.
"Nine meters... five meters... one meter... boom!" He heard a roar in his ears, and he immediately knew that the pressure had doubled again.
In fact, this little pressure was nothing to him. However, if he went up without stopping, his body would not be able to adapt and would even fall out of his body. Therefore, he could only go slowly, at a stable and fastest speed, stopping to rest every ten meters to let his body adapt to the pressure of the high altitude.
"Red Devil... hurry up, I'm getting impatient." Lu Zhishen's muffled voice came from above again.
Feng Qingyang smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you wait a long time. Just think of it as enjoying the scenery from above..."
Lu Zhishen curled his lips, stretched out a hand and scratched his bald head, saying: "What scenery are you looking at? The scenery of their death?"
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang said helplessly: "This is a real bummer." Then he turned around and looked down. As expected, in the short moment when they were talking, two more cultivators in the early stage of foundation building could not withstand the pressure and fell down one after another. In the end, they were crushed to ashes by the sword energy in the void!
"The road to marriage, the road to death!" Feng Qingyang whispered, and suddenly exerted force with his hands to continue moving upwards.
The higher you go, the more strange things you encounter. Not only does the pressure around your body increase, but even the strange rock in your hands shows some changes.
The originally dark brown rocks gradually faded. Although Feng Qingyang could not see the rocks on the top of the cliff, he guessed based on his feeling that the rocks on top must have been silver.
He didn't know why he guessed this, but he thought so naturally in his heart.
Suddenly he remembered the day when he was deceived by the mysterious old man to go to "No. 8 Tianzi", that wonderful Shaohua Road and the ladder to heaven. That was also a journey, but one part was about time, and the other part was about physical strength.
Climbing Tiandu Peak is a matter of physical strength. If you are strong and powerful, you can climb farther...
The cultivators in the world of cultivation practice the art of breathing and refining Qi, but do not pay much attention to themselves, which is doomed to failure for most people at Tiandu Peak.
Moreover, once you reach Tiandu Peak, you can only move forward and cannot retreat. If you take a step back, the air will flow backwards and the sword energy in the void will roar in and surround you. If you are strong enough, you may be able to hold on, but if you are not as strong as me, you will die.
"There is motivation only when there is pressure!" Feng Qingyang has never been a person who would bow to difficulties. Growing up in adversity, the physical pressure and the pressure in his heart seem insignificant.
The curse of the zombie clan has troubled generations. This is a pressure that Feng Qingyang has never vented. But climbing Tiandu Peak at this moment, he released the pressure in his heart.
Suddenly, an inexplicable aura emanated from his body. Feng Qingyang could not help but let out a loud roar. Unexpectedly, his roar actually caused the two contestants below to fall down.
"Is yelling a sin?" He smiled helplessly.
"Red Devil...your shout can directly take someone's life!" Lu Zhishen still stayed on the cliff a hundred meters above him, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Haha... Brother Lu is making a fool of himself!"