Her long hair moved without wind, and against the backdrop of this momentum, she looked invincible.
But he knew deep down that the stroke with his fingertips was just a deliberate imitation. If his own way of killing had not resonated with the stroke in the sky, he would not even be able to imitate it.
The copyist can only have the shape but not the soul. Even if his copying reaches the pinnacle, he still cannot create an invincible force with just one stroke.
"His is killing, mine is killing too."
Feng Qingyang murmured, his eyes as fast as lightning, staring at one of the thousands of scratches on the Demon Cliff. He could kill everywhere and kill everything.
But there seemed to be something missing between this killing and the one on the cliff, which resulted in him being able to only copy it but never be able to fully integrate with it. Little did he know that his change at this time had already caused a great sensation to Mo Qianxiao and others.
Among their five disciples, except Qian Shangli, the rest all realized their own unique path under the Demon Cliff, but this path was not one of the Three Thousand Great Ways, but a path of awakening that belonged to them alone.
The second disciple, Li Ge, sat in meditation at the foot of the cliff for a hundred years and awakened his own Yin and Yang. Once this way came out, combined with the Yin Death Way among his three thousand great ways, with one strike of the sword, he could cut through time and space and return everything to Yin and Yang.
The rest are the same. The Demon Cliff only plays a guiding role. There are three thousand great ways, but you only take one. Just like the Demon Cliff, in the end, it still depends on your own understanding.
Perhaps Feng Qingyang was thinking in the wrong direction from the beginning, or perhaps he was too proud. When he started copying, he was destined to start on a tortuous road.
“Copy and comprehend!”
He suddenly stepped back and waved his two fingers forward. With this wave, various events of his own appeared before his eyes, but each of them was a life-and-death struggle in which he was faced.
If he is being chased, maybe he is killing someone!
"My killing is to protect, but his killing is to be invincible, to cut off the invincibility of everything!"
His eyes, those red pupils were like Mo Qianxiao's, slowly spinning. During the rotation, a unique aura appeared, and this aura seemed to move the air.
"My demon is to enter the demon by killing, and merge his killing into my killing! It can protect and make me invincible!"
He clenched his two fingers together and waved them forward at an angle. Both the movement and the expression were exactly the same as the scratch he had seen.
If there was a stone slab in front of him, then this stroke would be the pinnacle of imitation, but there is no stone slab here, there is only emptiness, and with this stroke, a ripple appeared in the void.
Although this ripple is extremely faint and cannot even be seen without careful observation, this very ripple contains a mood that can drive people crazy.
Although it did not cause much of a commotion, Feng Qingyang clearly heard a slight tearing sound in his ears. Although it was not loud, it caused him a deep shock.
Although he only scratched it once, it was actually connected by thousands of threads. It was not until this moment that he finally understood why there were so many scratches on the cliff.
In fact, it is not just one stroke at a time, but one stroke contains millions of sword energies, and each scratch represents a different realm of magic.
Beside him, countless things appeared under the ripples. Originally it was just a stroke, but at the moment of the ripples, it spread to all directions.
Following this trajectory, sweeping in all directions, he had reached the pinnacle state. Although he did not have much killing power, his killing and the killing he imitated were gradually merging.
To stop killing with killing, to protect while killing! This is the opportunity for him to become a demon!
At this moment, there was a roar and crackling sound from the sky and earth, as if they were about to explode. The sound of shattering in the ears became stronger and almost reached a climax.
The sharp sounds grew from weak to strong, gradually forming a storm, sweeping across the sky, shattering layer by layer. At this pinnacle stroke, the surroundings began to change, as if a mirror shattered in an instant, and shattered all over the ground with a loud crash.
At the same time, his body, which was originally standing in the same place, gradually rose into the air under the storm. As he slowly left the ground, he seemed to turn into the back figure seen in the illusion.
And at the moment he stood up, several main peaks shook. Mo Qianxiao covered her cute little mouth, while Jiuqiu stared with his eyes wide open.
As for Hu Zi, the funny thing is that at this moment he is still lying in the cave, holding a dog leg in one hand, gnawing on it from time to time. He seems to be deaf to Feng Qingyang's changes, but a hint of surprise flashes across his face.
The storm gradually expanded. If Feng Qingyang had not had the intention to kill, the storm would have destroyed everything in front of it in an instant.
Boom!
The void collapsed and wrinkled layer by layer. The area of a thousand feet was shrouded in this collapse and fell into an unprecedented tremor. His mind moved, and he turned around and pointed forward.
In an instant, the storm reversed and cut into the back at an incredible angle, causing a huge wave of wind and waves above the square, flying sand and rocks, and even shaking the white clouds in the sky.
As for him, his long hair was flying and his eyes were as fast as lightning. After looking into the void, a powerful demonic energy burst out from the bottom of his heart, rushing straight into the sky and submerging the heaven and earth.
"My evil thoughts are to kill in order to protect! It is both my way and my evil!"
With a low roar, the originally forbidden cultivation broke into an unprecedented riot at this moment. The magic power surged in his meridians, and his heart felt like thousands of troops were galloping through it.
That kind of passion shocked him deeply. Not only him, but even Jiuqiu was stunned.
It took only one day for him to become possessed. It only took him one day of meditation for him to find the direction through copying. Although he did not find it on his own like the others, he became possessed at the fastest speed.
Back then, Qian Shangli only needed one moment of meditation to become a demon. Li Ge took him half a day, and later Mo Qianxiao and Jiuqiu Huzi took a full three months.
Their demons are not the demons in the mortal world, nor are they the kind of demons that do all kinds of bad things, but their own inner demons. Obsessions in the heart are demons.
Once possessed by the devil, one becomes a demon leader. Everyone who understands his own demon can be called a demon ancestor, but the time has not come yet, just like the lord of the city of sin.
He is the devil of all devils, the founder of the devil's way. Several of his disciples are demons of their generation, thus transcending the constraints of the three thousand great ways and possessing an independent character.
This characteristic is not tolerated by heaven and earth, but even so, it can still grow, just like the lord of the city of sin. When the magic way is perfected, even if he does not comprehend the three thousand great ways, he can still become a saint.
Live as long as the sky, shine as brightly as the sun and the moon!
Every generation of Saints is extremely extraordinary and has an epic history, and this city lord conveys his will to his successors through the Demon Cliff.