As he stepped onto the first stone step, he suddenly heard a sound of vicissitudes of life.
"Climb the road to heaven! Walk on corpses! Once I step on the sky, I will become an immortal!"
"The road to heaven!" Feng Qingyang said to himself.
Looking up, you can see endless stone steps stretching to the end of the sky. Each step is three feet high and made entirely of white jade. If you look closely, you will find that they are unique!
"Bones! It's bones!"
Feng Qingyang was shocked and looked towards the end of the stone steps.
How can this be called a road to heaven? This is clearly a staircase with countless bones of living beings piled up. As the saying goes, one general's success is built on the bones of thousands of people. There are so many bones piled up on this road to heaven. How many lives would it take to pile them all the way to the end of the sky
call!
The scene changed again, and he found himself in a sea of blood. The sea was roaring and churning, with countless corpses floating in it.
Although it was just a corpse, the aura it exuded was incomparably powerful, even comparable to the finger that had previously stretched out from the space arch.
Feng Qingyang's mind was wavering, and he felt like a speck of dust in the sea of blood. He originally thought that he had advanced to the level of a wandering corpse, and his body strength reached 100,000 pounds, but now it seems that he was too arrogant.
In front of such mighty power of heaven and earth, he still seemed so insignificant. He had always been extremely confident in his own strength, but at this moment his soul was shaken, and his proud heart was completely shattered.
Feng Qingyang's face turned pale, his blood boiling, he could no longer bear it and spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backwards from the stone steps.
He retreated hundreds of steps and directly retreated from Dengtian Road to the edge of Shaohua Road.
It was a long time before Feng Qingyang came back to his senses.
In such a short distance, his magic power was almost exhausted.
Not to mention looking for some mysterious old man, it is even a question whether he can walk out of the edge of "No. 8 Tianzi" safely.
"If this goes on, I will definitely die here!" Feng Qingyang's face was gloomy. He felt that he had been deceived. If he couldn't get to the road to heaven, then the mysterious old man would definitely not be able to get there.
But this 'No. 8 Tianzi' was filled with a bloodthirsty and oppressive atmosphere. The air was corroding him all the time, and his originally incomparably hard 'copper skin and iron bones' were showing signs of melting.
Feng Qingyang was unwilling to give up. If he quit just like that, then all his efforts would be in vain. If he continued to move forward, he was afraid that his remaining magic power would not be able to support him!
At this moment he was in a dilemma, because the mysterious old man knew about Phoenix Blood and Three-Leaf Green Ganoderma, and these two materials were the key to his breakthrough of 'The Right Arm of the Qilin Lord', neither of them could be missing.
"No, I absolutely cannot back out like this. I must climb this road to heaven!"
Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth and instantly transformed into his original zombie form, with long fangs extending out and sharp nails flashing a dark light.
Feng Qingyang roared towards the sky, bent his arms, and his great meridians vibrated. There seemed to be waves of howling coming from the void. The feeling of his whole body being filled with powerful strength made his blood boil.
"The road to heaven, let me walk on the bones!"
He laughed out loud twice, and in just a short sprint he crossed Shaohua Road and arrived at the stone steps.
He took a step forward without hesitation.
"I'm here to step on the sky!"
Boom!
The ground beneath my feet landed, the heaven and earth shook, and the sea of blood that had appeared in my eyes before seemed to have disappeared long ago.
It seemed as if his zombie body had resonated with this place.
Feng Qingyang was full of heroic spirit, and with one step he seemed to collapse the entire sky. He heard bursts of shrill screams in his ears, but the screams seemed to encourage him to move forward.
Feng Qingyang's eyes were red, and at that moment he didn't know what he was thinking, he just looked up.
The surrounding scenery changed rapidly, and Feng Qingyang suddenly stopped.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to go forward, but he really doesn’t dare!
At the end of the stone steps, where the sky and the earth meet, there stood a figure in black armor.
He was completely in black, and his face could not be seen clearly. His long hair fluttered in the wind, and his hands were behind his back. Where he was, the void collapsed layer by layer, as if his existence made the heaven and earth tremble.
He turned around slowly, his face shrouded in the chaos, with only a pair of red pupils looking at Feng Qingyang.
boom!
Feng Qingyang's face was pale, with a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
What a pair of eyes they were, they seemed to be able to shatter the sky with just one glance.
"Puff!" Feng Qingyang spat out blood again, took several steps back, and suddenly stumbled, almost falling down.
He shook his head and looked again, only to find that he was back at the stone steps of the road to heaven. It seemed that all the long distance he had run up in one breath was in vain.
"Is he a fairy?"
Feng Qingyang looked at the hazy figure above in disbelief. He really couldn't imagine how powerful the strength must be to make the world unable to bear one's existence.
Apart from immortals, only the illusory immortals are possible!
Since entering the Ghost King Sect, Feng Qingyang has also learned a lot of historical allusions.
What is the purpose of cultivation for a cultivator? It is not for a strong power, but for the illusory fairyland.
It is said that once you enter the fairyland, you will live as long as the sky, and even if the sky collapses, you will remain indestructible. You will transcend everything in the world and achieve the immortal body of an immortal.
However, no one knows whether immortals actually exist or not, and even no one knows what is above the Nascent Soul realm of the eternal giants.
The figure above stood at the end of the road to heaven, his face hazily shrouded in a layer of chaos. It was clearly right in front of him, yet it seemed like it was countless worlds away.
I'm afraid that an immortal once stood here countless years ago. His existence made the heaven and earth kneel down. Even after he disappeared for countless years, the heaven and earth still retained his figure and his breath.
Just a breath that spans countless years can cause space to collapse and change the color of the sky and the earth.
“This… this…” Feng Qingyang didn’t dare to imagine, nor could he imagine it. There was shock in his eyes, but he was not suppressed by the figure. Instead, it aroused the unyielding heart in his heart.
The corpse king's blood roared, and he seemed to dare to fight against the immortal.
The figure suddenly turned around again, raised his hands slightly, and the road to heaven suddenly disappeared, but it seemed to still be there, appearing and disappearing in the void.
Feng Qingyang seemed to understand why 'No. 8 in the Sky' was doomed to fail. If they entered this place and accidentally fell into a large pit outside, they would also die.
And if you are lucky enough to cross the big pit and enter Shaohua Road, if you cannot see through your death, then you will be like the bones around you.
"It seems that the mysterious old man is really lying to me!"
Feng Qingyang is blessed by nature. His zombie body is already extremely strong, and his 'copper skin and iron bones' make him even more powerful. Perhaps only a zombie can walk in this 'No. 8 in the sky'.
"The road to heaven!" Feng Qingyang remained silent for a long time as he looked at the stone steps disappearing in front of him.