The originally regular climbing was suddenly changed by Feng Qingyang.
Those who had been standing still began to move, even though the pressure was getting greater each time. This place was several hundred meters above the ground, and the pressure doubled every ten meters. Such a high cliff could no longer be described as oppressive.
It's the will! Only perseverance can keep going, only the will like a sword out of the body and an arrow out of the string, the kind of crazy fearlessness of death, only in this way can we keep moving forward.
Feng Qingyang's comeback, strong courage and magic power shocked everyone. It turned out that he was so powerful and so unmatched.
On the cliff, due to the pressure from below, several people in the middle stage of foundation building fell down one after another. They were strangled by the sword energy in the void in mid-air.
Seeing the people who were full of energy before turned into ashes in an instant, the dozens of people who were left were immediately chilled to the bone, and a strong sense of fear rose in their hearts. They looked up at the sky with unwillingness, and then looked down at the void below.
Countless pairs of eyes were staring at them from below, because they knew that if they didn't hold on, they would be reduced to ashes in the next second.
Unconsciously, Old Man Hou, who had already blended into the darkness, appeared again, but this time he was no longer as sloppy as before, but had become an immortal.
He looked at Feng Qingyang with burning eyes, which contained a glimmer of hope. Although his face was calm, the sharpness in his eyes could not be concealed at all.
"City Lord... could he be our hope?" In the void, an old man asked the man shrouded in chaos.
As chaos surged, the tall figure finally revealed the face that had been hidden all along.
He had a resolute face, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, but there was an extremely hideous scar on his face. The scar ran diagonally through his handsome face, like a centipede lying there. From a distance, he looked extremely hideous.
Little did he know that when the old men beside him saw him reveal his true form, they were all shocked, with madness flashing in their eyes.
"Yes... He will!" He was silent for a long time, and finally said these three words, and then returned to chaos again!
"Daddy... can we choose someone else?" Qian Duoduo on the side cried bitterly. Such a simple sentence contained countless profound meanings.
There is guilt, sadness, worry, and an indescribable heartbeat!
"Princess Duoduo... the city lord is helpless, you have to be considerate, for the sake of the people of Guiyuan City, for the millions of lives of Guiyuan City... and the people of Liming within a radius of 5,000 miles outside the city!"
After hearing this, Qian Duoduo, who was originally crying, suddenly became quiet. She stared quietly at Feng Qingyang who was desperately climbing up Tiandu Peak, and then looked back at the man who was still hiding in the chaos. She seemed to have made some kind of decision in her heart, but she didn't say anything after all.
At the foot of Tiandu Peak, countless disciples looked at Feng Qingyang with murderous intent, and reported the situation and special methods here back to the sect.
If Lu Xun or the Heavenly Demon Prince was in front, it would be fine, but if Feng Qingyang, this little zombie, climbed to the front, it would be absolutely intolerable. It was absolutely intolerable because he was a zombie. How could the creatures in the world lose to a zombie that was despised by the world
So - no matter whether he wins or loses in the future, he must die! He must!
At this moment, Feng Qingyang was climbing quickly, but he didn't know that he had been pushed into the abyss by humans, an abyss from which there was no escape. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he had enemies all over the world.
Now, the only thing on his mind was to surpass others, to surpass them non-stop. He looked at Lu Xun, who was the proud son of the righteous sects. Only by surpassing him could he prove that he had the chance to overthrow Maoshan and go to the Endless Sea.
He couldn't give up. His blood-red hair was flying in the air, which was particularly eye-catching. Blood-red... It seemed that the world of cultivation was about to be stirred up in a bloody storm because of him.
He is a zombie, spurned by heaven and earth, but protected by zombies in the dark. He possesses the supreme cultivation manual - Taiyin Sutra, the innate bloodline of the corpse king, the ancient lost art of formation, the supreme inheritance of the zombie clan, and the recently acquired Wang character formula.
With so many treasures gathered in one person, how could he have the right to lose
The human race is blocking my way? I will crush them all, even if the whole world is my enemy.
When I kill everyone in the world, will there still be enemies? When I stand above all living beings, am I still an evil demon in their eyes? When I can shatter the sky, will I still consider myself a zombie despised by the heavens
Feng Qingyang asked himself this question over and over in his heart, and what he got was still the roar in his blood. It was an unyielding spirit, unyielding to the heaven and earth, unyielding to pressure, and unyielding to everything in the living being.
"Go forward, surpass... I want to surpass..." Feng Qingyang murmured to himself.
The Heavenly Demon Prince was staring at him from above, his eyes changing from admiration to shock, then from shock to indifference, and finally to a blinding murderous intent. Feng Qingyang must die, he must not be allowed to grow.
In the end! Feng Qingyang surpassed the Heavenly Demon Prince Wu Zili in one round... and became the second person on Tiandu Peak at the moment, and also the second place.
At this moment, there were only dozens of disciples in the middle stage of foundation building left on Tiandu Peak. But when they saw Feng Qingyang, the Heavenly Demon Prince who had never stopped, and Lu Xun, they finally sighed deeply.
"City Lord... I give up!"
"I abstain..."
"I abstain..."
Suddenly, these three words echoed on the mountainside, and countless disciples gave up their rights, expressing their helplessness and unwillingness.
Not long after, the remaining people in the middle stage of foundation building gave up climbing and chose to abstain.
Even Lu Zhishen, who had always been persistent, sighed deeply and chose to give up.
"Red Devil... I won't continue with you. You have to win the game and get the beauty... If you lose, I won't consider you my friend anymore!"
"Friends?" Feng Qingyang muttered to himself, with a turbulent thought in his mind. Everyone in the world wanted to kill him, but he still had friends.
He did have a sense of belonging to the Ghost King Sect, but he had a deep attachment to the four people, Feng Lei Yu Dian, Zhu Youqian, and Zhu Xuezhu who was currently in a deep sleep. He knew that even if he was let down by the people of the world, they would not let him down!
At this time, there were still three people on Tiandu Peak. One was Lu Xun, the number one person in Taixuan, who was praised by Taixuan Sect as a peerless spiritual body that is rarely seen in a thousand years. One was Wu Zili, who was known for being born with purple air coming from the east for 800 miles and was the best among countless proud sons of heaven in Tianyao Sect. The other one was Feng Qingyang.
The city lord's son-in-law will eventually be chosen from among these three people, but - is the city lord's son-in-law really that glorious
No matter who of these three people is eliminated, it will cause turmoil in the world of cultivation.
Anyone can abstain, except these three people. One is the representative of the human race, one is the representative of the demon race, and the other one - is for one person, for a loved one!