As soon as these words were spoken, Jiuqiu and Huzi, who were standing at the edge, looked strange in an instant.
In the wind and rain, he wore a bamboo hat and stepped onto the third path that almost no one could pass - the Heavenly Path!
The heavy rain poured down, causing a thick fog to appear in the sky. Perhaps it was too dense, and the water drops dripping on the iron chains splashed up and then quickly echoed.
The echo instantly covered the entire chain and assimilated it into the rain. No one in the sky or on the ground could detect with the naked eye where the chain was.
Is he walking on air or on chains
If an ordinary person walked forward to see the shaking chains, he would probably tremble with fear. If he fell into the abyss, he would surely die. This not only tests a person's courage, but also tests a person's mind.
Only those who don't care about life and death can truly succeed!
Feng Qingyang stood on it with both feet, but perhaps because the rainstorm was so huge, the impact force caused the already shaking iron chain to worsen.
Feng Qingyang climbed up, wearing a bamboo hat and standing on the shaking iron chain. He also swayed with the chain, feeling the wetness under his feet and was terrified.
His shaking directly affected the hearts of tens of thousands of people in all directions. They seemed to be more nervous than Feng Qingyang, especially the shaking that was sometimes slight and sometimes violent, which made them wipe away cold sweat involuntarily.
Looking at the thin figure who stepped forward, everyone had the same feeling in their hearts that if this person successfully passed, there would be another super strong person who was the number one under the Saint in the spiritual world.
There had been no record for thousands of years, but the moment he stepped on it, a new chapter began to be written, and this mythical history was rewritten.
At the same time, the stone tablet next to the big drum rose three feet into the air. Jiuqiu pointed with one hand and a flying sword suddenly appeared in his hand.
When this sword came out, it swept in all directions. The sharp aura was comparable to the power of strangling Feng Po in Feng Qingyang's boundary bead. But he was seen standing next to the stone tablet, silent for a moment, as if brewing something.
Immediately, it started to move quickly. You couldn't see his hands moving, but you could feel the power of the sword trembling in the void. Below the originally wordless area, a complex inscription appeared under his engraving.
No one can understand this article except the people in Sin City!
Feng Qingyang took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and looked at the iron chain in front of him, not knowing how far away it was. His heart was as calm as water, and there was not even the slightest tremor in his peaceful state.
He raised his foot and took a step forward, and then his back foot followed. Almost at the moment when he took another step forward, a thunderous sound suddenly came from the strong wind.
The low thunder, full of heaviness and dullness, resounded in everyone's heart, making their hearts tremble at the same time. The thunder contained a roar, as if someone was challenging the majesty of the iron chain and would be struck by lightning.
And his one step gradually turned into two steps. Under the admiring gazes of everyone, he walked farther and farther away. He left the land, left the world, and stood on the iron chain.
At this moment, even if he encountered danger, no one could help him. Even Jiuqiu and Huzi who were standing on the edge of the cliff could not change the rules of this place when he stepped on it.
Perhaps they could control the movement of the chains, but they could not control the ever-changing sky. If they acted without authorization, Feng Qingyang would probably fall into an irretrievable situation.
The howling wind blew on him, dripped on his naked upper body, splashed water, and the crisp roar was like wind chimes, playing a war song that no one could understand in the rainstorm.
His body was swaying and seemed to be about to fall at any time. Especially after the sound of thunder appeared, the wind became more violent. His body was like a wall, suffering unimaginable destruction.
A slight shake caused the iron chain below to shake at the same time, rustling like running water, as if deliberately shaking him off the chain. Every shake deeply touched everyone's nerves.
Feng Qingyang's face was extremely solemn. At the moment of shaking, he felt a strong suction force coming from below, which made his feet unstable and he almost fell down.
He had never underestimated the unusualness of this chain, and he knew it from the very first beat of the drum.
If an ordinary cultivator comes here to beat the drum, the first sound will be the limit, while those with sharp wills can only beat the second sound at most.
But no one can hear the third sound except those who have physical fitness. Every third sound is a transformation, and the recoil force increases exponentially.
Just rotating the big drum is life-threatening, so how could the iron chain behind the big drum be simple
Thinking of this, he stopped on the chain and did not move forward, but instead fixed his eyes on the first stone pillar.
The ferocious statue of the beast sat on the top of the first stone pillar. Looking at it this way, its lifelike eyes seemed to have spirit, staring straight at Feng Qingyang.
The look in his eyes was sharp enough to pierce through him.
Feng Qingyang was shocked and looked away, not daring to look again.
If he looked at that gaze, his mind would become dazed. If his soul had not been merged with the Soul Devourer, he would have fallen into the abyss below at the first glance.
The iron chain is as thick as an arm, with one link tightly linked to another. At each connection, there is a palm-sized platform.
The distance to the platform was just one step away. When he saw this, his heart suddenly moved.
"Could it be that only by standing on that platform can I stabilize my body and not fall off? If that's the case, it's not that difficult!"
Feng Qingyang waved his hand, and his clothes appeared, covering his exposed skin.
Looking at it this way, the mist and rain are hazy, and the lonely figure walking in the storm looks extremely desolate.
Everyone was shocked. There were also many female cultivators here. After seeing the loneliness emanating from Feng Qingyang's soul, they were shocked and engraved his back deeply in their hearts.
"Who is he, and how could he have such a state of mind?"
At one moment, all the monks remembered everything they had experienced in their lives.
Heaven and earth mourn together. A strong force of sadness spreads in all directions along the iron chain, affecting everyone.
"Our junior brother-in-law is a man with a story."
Jiuqiu was silent, looking at Feng Qingyang, who seemed to be out of tune with the whole world, and there was a wave in his heart.
Everyone had different thoughts, but Feng Qingyang was unaware. At this moment, he was walking carefully on the iron chain.
Every step was accompanied by a shaking, and this shaking seemed to be about to shake him down at any time. Every shaking tightly gripped everyone's hearts.
Although he walked slowly, his steps were very steady. In just a cup of tea, he had walked several feet away.
"His steps were steady. Although his steps were not big, they were very regular. Every time he stepped on the platform, he was firmly on top of it!"