He was strong-willed and stood on the single-plank bridge without shaking at all.
That will is enough to shake the heaven and earth, but this amount of pressure is nothing to him now.
You know, every time he breaks through, he grows in thunder tribulation, and his willpower has long been top-notch. Unless it is a powerful person who is several realms higher than him, no one can shake his will, not even the strongest person in history.
"When two brave men meet in a narrow road, the brave one wins. If I defeat you, I can get through!" Feng Qingyang muttered to himself. At this moment, his high fighting spirit rushed out of his body again, protecting his body and allowing him to move forward step by step.
With every step he took, a muffled groan was heard in the void, like a thunderstorm that suddenly erupted in the summer, with an incessant roar and the void trembling endlessly.
His thick black hair stood up as if struck by lightning, making him look domineering and sharp. Now that they had met, he tore off all his disguises and revealed his truest side.
Two sharp fangs protruded from his lips, appearing somewhat ferocious, and combined with his pale face, he looked even a little scary.
However, these are not important. What is important is how he can successfully cross the single-plank bridge, how to defeat the figure sitting at the end, and how to open the membrane of the world!
One step, two steps, ten steps, a hundred steps… The distance that seemed so far away when driving was suddenly a thousand miles away as he moved slowly, and he was getting closer and closer to the sitting figure.
The closer they got, the stronger the powerful aura became. Feng Qingyang began to tremble all over, as if he was not moving forward, but walking towards death.
That feeling is like walking on a cliff, and you may fall down at any time, and if you really fall down, you will be smashed to pieces, without a doubt.
"It's getting closer, closer!" he shouted in his heart. Looking at the shadow that kept getting bigger in his pupils, Feng Qingyang clenched his fists. At this moment, he felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart.
Being able to meet the figures of ancient super powers is a contest that transcends time and space. It is said that one is born at the wrong time. How great would it be if they lived in the same era
Shaking his head, Feng Qingyang continued to move forward. He did not retreat, nor did he stop. Instead, he took a step and accelerated instantly at this moment.
It's like a gust of wind, floating on a single-plank bridge, while the two sides are lower. If you deviate a little, you will become one of the endless wronged souls, immortal and never reborn, and can only wander here, shouting silently.
Feng Qingyang felt a chill in his heart, and he had to go there no matter what.
Closer and closer, he shouted in his heart, and with a loud bang, when he took this step, he came directly to the edge of the figure, the two were only a few meters apart.
His third eye was open, and he could even see the material of his clothes.
That back figure is so aloof and domineering. Even after countless years of baptism, it is still as charming and domineering as ever, unrivaled in the world.
Feng Qingyang was shocked by just a back view. He recalled the time when he met him again in his mind, and he swung a sword at every place.
One sword kills the devil, one sword cuts the sky. With just one sword, the heaven and earth sink and float beneath him, trembling, as if he is the absolute ruler of this world.
"He... could he be an ancient immortal?"
Feng Qingyang was stunned. This was the first time he had seen this person at such a close distance. It was rumored that there was a realm known as the Ancient Immortal.
However, whether the ancient immortals actually exist is a mystery, a mystery that has never been explored since ancient times. It is rumored that the ancient immortals are the pinnacle existences in the world.
He can control the way of heaven, and the rise and fall of the three thousand great ways under the ancient immortals.
When the ancient immortal appears, he can create the world, make the sun and the moon sink, and turn the stars upside down. Even if the world is destroyed, he will live forever.
Just like the Heavenly Dao, although it is powerful, after a certain period of time, it will still be destroyed, and a new Heavenly Dao will be born, but the ancient immortals will not do that.
He jumped out of the Five Elements and Three Realms, no longer trapped in the cycle of reincarnation, will not die, nor disappear, will live forever, be immortal, suppress the entire world, and be a super existence that suppresses the Three Thousand Heavenly Daos.
The feeling that this back view left on Feng Qingyang made him subconsciously recite the word "ancient immortal". These two short words contained an indescribable shock.
His heart was beating fast, thinking of the figures he had observed twice, and countless thoughts suddenly emerged in his mind. If this was the ancient immortal, then where was he now
But do ancient immortals really exist? Are they within this heavenly way? From the ancient times, the ancient times, the medieval times, to the modern times, there has been no evidence of the existence of ancient immortals.
But his presence was left here, which proves that he was not an ancient person, but the person closest to the present who opened the world membrane through the single-plank bridge and entered the spiritual world.
He closed his eyes and thought carefully about the history of cultivation. It seemed that such a person had never existed. Suddenly, his pupils shrank and a horrifying thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
Although some people have passed through here before, none of them seemed to have left their names. Could it be that they were all the same person
Feng Qingyang's whole body was shaking violently. He looked at the back and muttered to himself. The shock in his heart was incomparable. If his guess was true.
“Then, what I want to surpass now is not some super powerful being, but the legendary youth of the ancient immortal.” Just after he finished speaking, the figure sitting cross-legged at the end of the single-plank bridge suddenly came over.
I couldn't see his face clearly, but from his expression, temperament, and the aura he exuded, I could feel a supreme charm that had been honed over the years.
Incomparable, it seemed that the heaven and earth would be eclipsed by his appearance. At this moment, Lu Xun, who was favored by heaven, was just a scum. Compared with him, one was a firefly and the other was the bright moon in the sky.
"Who are you!" Feng Qingyang said softly. Just as he was about to speak, he found that he could not speak, as if he had become mute. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he still could not utter them. This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.
He opened his mouth, but finally gave up the idea of speaking. He just stood quietly on the bridge, staring at him.
He was covered in mist. Even though Feng Qingyang had a divine eye, he still couldn't see clearly the face behind the mist.
"Who are you?" He moved his mouth again. It was a bit bitter, but it finally made a tiny sound, echoing in the dark void, sounding a bit scary.
It was as if countless wronged souls were muttering to each other, and the originally quiet space suddenly became noisy again.
He couldn't see where the sound came from, it seemed to be coming from all directions, but most of it came from his own heart.
He took another step forward, and the distance between them was instantly shortened. At this moment, Feng Qingyang could even see his clothes moving in the air without wind.
However, although he asked questions, the man never said a word from beginning to end, as if he did not exist, but he did exist.
Just when Feng Qingyang was about to go crazy, suddenly, a gust of wind seemed to blow through the void, and the mist on the figure's face suddenly disappeared, revealing a handsome face.
“That’s…!”