As soon as these words came out, the faces of Jiuqiu and Huzi, who were standing on the edge, suddenly became strange.

In the wind and rain, he wore a hat on his head and stepped on the third one, which almost no one could pass through - the heavenly strip!

The rain poured down, causing a thick fog barrier to appear in the void, perhaps too dense, and the droplets of water dripping on the chains reverberated quickly after splashing.

Under this reverberation, it suddenly covered the entire iron chain, assimilated it into the rain, and the heavens and the earth could no longer be found with the naked eye, where the iron chain was.

Is he walking in the air? or is he walking on chains?

The shaking iron chain, if an ordinary person comes forward, I am afraid that it will be scared to tremble, the abyss, and if it falls, it will definitely die, which is not only a test of a person's courage, but also a test of a person's mind.

The kind of person who puts life and death aside can truly succeed!

Feng Qingyang stood on both feet, but perhaps the rainstorm was really huge, and the impact force produced made the originally shaking iron chain intensify again.

The wind was clear and he rose naked, and he stood on the shaking iron chain with his hat, and the people also shook with him, feeling the slippery sound coming from his feet, and his heart was frightened.

His shaking directly touched the hearts of tens of thousands of people in all directions, and they seemed to be more nervous than the wind clearing, especially the sometimes slight and sometimes violent shaking, which made them involuntarily wipe a cold sweat.

Looking at the thin back that stepped on, a feeling arose in everyone's hearts at the same time, if this person succeeded, I was afraid that in the spirit world, there would be another super strong person under the first person under the Holy Venerable.

A record that had not been recorded for thousands of years, the moment he stepped out, began to open a new chapter, and write a new history that seemed like a myth.

At the same time, the stone tablet next to the big drum was three zhang high out of thin air, and Jiuqiu was one-handed, and a flying sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

As soon as this sword came out, it swept in all directions, and the sharp qi was comparable to the power of the wind and the strangulation in the wind and the pearl of the realm, but seeing him standing next to the stone tablet, he was silent for a moment, as if he was brewing something.

Immediately, the brush moved, and he couldn't see his hand moving, but he could feel the power of the trembling sword blade of the void, and under the original wordless, under his engraving, there was an additional complex inscription.

This is something that no one can read except the people of Sin City!

Feng Qingyang took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, looked at the iron chain in front of him, he didn't know how far away, the good was like water, and his calm heart never trembled in the slightest.

The raised foot took a step forward, followed by the heel of his hind foot, and almost at the moment when he took another step forward, there was a sudden thunderous sound in the wind.

The low thunder, full of heaviness and dullness, resounded in the hearts of all people, making their hearts tremble at the same time, and this thunder contained a roar, as if someone was provoking the majesty of this iron chain, and it would be struck by thunder.

And this step of his gradually turned into two steps, and in the admiring eyes of everyone, he gradually drifted away, he left the land, left the heaven and the earth, and stood on the iron chain.

At this time, 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.

Maybe they can control the movement of the chain, but they can't control the ever-changing sky, and if they do it without permission, I'm afraid that Feng Qingyang will fall into a place from which there will be no return.

The wind howled and blew on him, dripping on his bare upper body, splashing with water, and the crisp roar was like a wind chime, playing a war song alone in the torrential rain that no one could understand.

His body swayed, as if it was about to fall at any moment, especially after the sound of thunder, the wind became more violent, and his body was like a wall, suffering unimaginable damage.

With a slight shake, he shook at the same time with the iron chain below, like flowing water, as if he was going to deliberately shake him off the chain, and every time he shaked, he was deeply implicated in everyone's nerves.

Feng Qingyang's face was extremely solemn, and the moment he shook it before, he felt a strong suction force coming from below, making the soles of his feet unstable and almost falling.

The chain was unusual, and he had never underestimated it, from the first beating of the drum.

If an ordinary monk comes here to beat the drum, the first sound is the limit, and the sharp-willed one will at most rotate the second sound.

But the third sound is not feasible except for physical cultivation, and every third sound is a metamorphosis, and the strength of the shock is even more geometrically increased.

Just rotating the drum is life-threatening, so how can this chain behind the drum be simple?

Thinking of this, he stopped on the chain and did not continue forward, but fixed his gaze on the first stone pillar.

The hideous statue of the beast sits on the top of the first stone pillar, and when it looks like this, the lifelike eyes seem to have a god, staring directly at the wind and the clear air.

The eyes were sharp enough to penetrate him directly.

Feng Qingyang's heart was shocked, and he retracted his gaze and didn't dare to look at it again.

If he just looked at it, he would lose his mind in his mind, and if it wasn't for his soul fused with the soul devouring soul, he was afraid that he would fall into the abyss below at the first sight.

The chains are as thick as an arm, one ring is tightly linked, and at each connection, there is a palm-sized platform.

And the distance of this platform was just one step away, and when he saw this, his heart instantly moved.

"Could it be that only by stepping on that platform can you stabilize your body from falling down? If so, it's not too difficult!"

Feng Qingyang waved his hand, and the clothes on his body appeared, blocking his bare skin.

Looking at it this way, the smoke and rain are hazy, and the lonely back walks in the storm, which looks extremely gloomy.

Everyone was frightened, and there were also many female cultivators here, after looking at the loneliness emanating from the soul of Feng Qingyang, their hearts were shocked, and their backs were deeply in their hearts.

"He, what kind of person is he, how can he have such an artistic conception!"

For a moment, all the monks remembered what they had experienced in this life.

Heaven and earth share sorrow, this iron chain in all directions, a strong sad power spreads all over the four directions, affecting everyone.

"Our prospective junior brother is a person with a story. "

Jiuqiu was silent, looking at the wind that seemed to be incompatible with the whole world, and there was a wave in his heart.

Everyone had different thoughts, and the wind was clear and unaware, but at this time, he was walking cautiously on the iron chain.

Every step was accompanied by a shake, and this shaking seemed to shake him down at any moment, and every shake tightly touched the hearts of everyone.

Although he walked slowly, his pace was very steady, and in just one cup of tea, he walked a few feet away.

"His steps are steady, although the steps are not big, but they are extraordinarily regular, and every time he lands, he is stepping on the platform steadily!"