Feng Qingyang said slowly.
Lu Xun's face changed. He looked at Feng Qingyang deeply, then raised his head to look at the sky above Tiandu Peak. The peak that pierced the clouds was not clear, and he looked dazed for a moment.
"I am a poor creature, then what are you?" After a long time, he suddenly said softly. At this moment, there was no longer that calm tone in his voice, instead, there was a hint of struggle.
"I'm here to wake you up..." Feng Qingyang said very seriously, and then he moved forward again regardless of anything. He bathed in his own blood and went upstream.
His body no longer made the creaking sound, but was severely deformed, and his facial features were bleeding from the powerful pressure from the sky above Tiandu Peak. At dawn, he looked like a bloody man, a man walking out of blood.
At some point, the sunlight began to refract, and a ray of light, whether intentionally or unintentionally, shone on the profile of Feng Qingyang. Everyone could see clearly that there was a smile on his ferocious profile. As long as you looked deeply at it, you would be deeply infected without realizing it.
"Red Devil..." Lu Xun's call came from below. Feng Qingyang turned his head and saw that his hands seemed to be about to let go of the cliff.
Sure enough, at the moment Feng Qingyang turned around, he suddenly let go of his hands, gently raised his body backwards, and fell down.
"You win this time. See you in the finals! Then it's either you or me!"
As soon as the word "death" came out, his body was submerged in clouds and mist. In the void, countless sword energies between reality and illusion surged and instantly enveloped him...
Looking back, Feng Qingyang's heart could not calm down for a long time, as if... he felt something.
The so-called destiny is nothing but one's own definition. If I firmly believe that this is not my destiny, then I can change it, and it is not destined.
What Lu Xun said showed that he had understood a truth.
"Although I am a peerless spiritual body, and although I was born with the destiny of heaven and earth, I am me, not the way of heaven. I am just myself, and I am just a special cultivator."
Feng Qingyang could faintly hear the voice of Lu Xun talking in his ears. He smiled and then looked at the Heavenly Demon Prince Wu Zili who was far below him. His eyes were complicated, as if they were connected by thousands of threads.
“Red Devil…” he cried bitterly, and then light began to flow around his body, and the dragon claw on his hand was retracted into his body.
"You are very strong... But climbing Tiandu Peak doesn't prove anything. In the world of cultivation, strength is respected, not reason." After saying this, he also loosened his hand and leaned back.
"Let's fight it out on the battlefield!"
Feng Qingyang was stunned, but soon he burst into laughter. Blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, but that couldn't stop his brilliant smile. Suddenly, his laughter filled with sadness could be heard throughout the Tiandu Peak.
Below, countless female monks had cried their eyes out without realizing it, and their hearts were shaken as they looked at the blood-red figure on the cliff.
But in the end, they all turned into murderous intent.
"It would be great if you were a human!" Everyone thought to themselves that they should admire him, but their stance had already determined everything.
But the so-called stance, could it also be the arrangement of fate
Feng Qingyang didn't think too much. He just wanted to climb to the top of Tiandu Peak, the Tiandu Peak that no one had ever climbed before or since, even though his body could no longer withstand such destruction.
"If fate has destined me not to climb this Tiandu Peak, then I will prove to you how to break the fate..."
Boom!
A muffled thunder sounded out of nowhere in the sky, as if it could sense Feng Qingyang's mumblings.
Everyone at the foot of the mountain looked at him blankly, without any thoughts in their minds. They just watched the bloody man climbing up the cliff.
Every time it climbed, it left a shocking line of blood on the cliff.
Gradually, his figure disappeared from the cliff. Even if everyone used their magic power, they still couldn't see him clearly because he had already climbed up into the clouds.
At this time, the old man in charge of the competition registration came to Shan Yao's feet at some point. He looked up solemnly, with an inexplicable charm flowing in his eyes.
Suddenly, he moved, waving his big hand towards the sky, and immediately a gust of wind whistled away, turning into a pair of super-large tornadoes that dispersed the clouds that enveloped Feng Qingyang.
Only then did everyone see the panoramic view of Tiandu Peak. There was a faint light above the towering Tiandu Peak, which looked extremely dazzling. If you stared at it for a long time, you would have an illusion, an illusion of being pierced by thousands of swords.
Feng Qingyang had already reached two-thirds of the height of Tiandu Peak at this moment. He did not stop for a moment and went up into the sky at a constant speed.
The crowd was shocked. They all looked at the old man who was in charge of the competition with shock in their eyes. The height that Feng Qingyang had reached had reached the height of the former Lord of Guiyuan City.
It's a place that no one has been to for countless years!
Little did he know that at this moment Feng Qingyang's consciousness had begun to blur. He could no longer see how far the front was, let alone where he was. He only knew that he had to resist fate and take control of his own destiny.
His hands and feet were pressed tightly against the cliff at the same time, like an agile climbing ape. Every time his hands penetrated the cliff, a strong spark was created. The powerful pressure was like some kind of electric current bombarding into his body, making his body tremble.
There were countless angry roars in his ears, and those roars were all screams. For a moment, he felt that the world around him was full of ghosts howling.
He wanted to cover his ears with his hands, but there was an invisible force blocking the way, and all he could hear was endless wailing.
“I’m going to the top… I’m going to the top!”
A golden light suddenly burst out of his eyes, and his body suddenly curled up slightly again, then stretched out suddenly, and immediately climbed up the cliff, gradually approaching the top in the stunned eyes of everyone!
Getting closer… getting closer!
Five hundred meters... Four hundred meters...
He estimated the distance, his body could no longer bear the weight, but the 'copper skin and iron bones' still stubbornly covered him tightly, even though it was already in pieces, even though it was covered in blood, even though his hands had been worn out to the bones.
It hurts... It hurts so much... There are hallucinations in front of his eyes and in his ears. He sees a monstrous demonic sword next to his neck, and it seems that if he takes a step forward, he will be cut in two!
“Stop… Stop!”
Feng Qingyang's body came to a halt. He did not dare to move forward any further because the pressure from above was so overwhelming that he was speechless. Even his heart could not beat or even his voice could move!
"Why can't I climb up? If I want to climb up, I must climb up! Only when you are at the top of the mountain, can you see all the other mountains!"
He bit his tongue hard, and a feeling of pain instantly stimulated his nerves. He rushed forward with a bang as if he was possessed!
“Up…up…he’s up!”