Long hair is windless and automatic, and under the backdrop of this momentum, there is a sense of invincibility in the world.

But he knew in his heart that this fingertip stroke was just a deliberate imitation, if it wasn't for his own way of killing that resonated with the stroke in the sky, he was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to imitate.

The copyist can only have its form, but it does not have its soul, even if his copying reaches the peak of the realm, it still can't produce thousands of troops and horses under that stroke, and no one can beat it.

"His is to kill, and mine is to kill. ”

Feng Qingyang muttered, his eyes were like electricity, and he looked dead at the stroke among the thousands of marks on the demon cliff, he could kill all directions, and he could kill all of them.

But this kill and the killing on the cliff, it seems that there is always something missing, he can only copy it, but he can never fully integrate with it, but he doesn't know that his changes at this time have already caused a deep sensation to Mo Qianxiao and others.

Their five major disciples, except for the Thousand Deaths, the rest of them are all comprehending their own unique Dao under the Demon Cliff, but this Dao is not the Three Thousand Dao, but the Dao that belongs to their own awakening.

The second disciple sat quietly under the song cliff for a hundred years, awakening his own way of yin and yang, as soon as this way came out, with the way of yin and death in his three thousand avenues, a sword out, can cut off time and space, and return a qiē to yin and yang.

The rest is the same, this entry into the Demon Cliff only plays a guiding role, the avenue is three thousand, only one scoop is taken, just like this into the Demon Cliff, in the end, you still have to rely on your own understanding.

Maybe Feng Qingyang thought in the wrong direction from the beginning, or maybe he had his own pride, and when he began to copy, it was destined to start his tortuous road.

"Copy, comprehend!"

He suddenly stepped back, and waved his two fingers forward, and under this wave, all kinds of deeds appeared in front of his eyes, but each of them was in his life and death.

If someone is hunting him down, or if he is killing someone!

"My killing is guarding, and his killing is invincible, cutting off the invincibility of a qiē!"

His eyes, the red pupils like Mo Qian's smile, slowly rotated, and between the rotations, a unique aura appeared, which seemed to make the air move.

"My demon is to kill into the demon, fuse his killing into my killing!

With his fingers closed, he waved it forward, diagonally, both in his movements and in his demeanor, exactly like the scratch he saw.

If there is a stone slab in front of you, then under this stroke, it is copied to the peak, but there is no stone slab here, there is only the void, and under this stroke, the void produces a wisp of ripples.

Although this ripple is extremely light, you can't even find it if you don't look closely, but it is this ripple that contains a crazy artistic conception.

Although it didn't cause much of a sensation, Feng Qingyang could hear it clearly, and there was a slight tearing sound in his ears, although it was not big, but it caused a deep shock to him.

He had only scratched a little, but it was actually inextricably linked, and it was only then that he finally understood why there were so many scratches on the cliff.

In fact, it is not a single stroke, but under a stroke, there are tens of thousands of sword qi vertical and horizontal, and each scratch represents a different kind of demon realm.

Beside him, under the ripples, countless appeared, which were originally just a stroke, but in this rippling moment, they spread to all directions.

Under this trajectory, sweeping in all directions, it can be said that he has reached the pinnacle of the realm, although there is not much lethality, but his killing and the killing he is copying are gradually merging.

Kill to stop killing, that is, kill and protect! This is his opportunity to enter the demon!

At this moment, there was a roar and a clicking sound from heaven and earth, as if it was about to explode, and the sound of shattering in his ears became even stronger, almost reaching a peak.

The sharp sound gradually formed a storm from weak to strong, sweeping under the heavens, shattering layer by layer, and under this peak stroke, the surroundings began to change, as if a mirror was shattered in an instant, and the ground was shattered with a bang.

At the same time, his body, which had been standing in place, gradually rose into the air under the storm, and as he slowly left the ground, he seemed to turn into the back he saw in the illusion.

And at the moment when he got up, there was a vibration from several main peaks, Mo Qianxiao covered his cute little mouth, and Jiuqiu is eyes were straight.

As for Huzi, the funny thing is that at this moment he is still lying in the cave, holding a dog's leg in one hand, gnawing for a while, and seems to be deaf to the changes in the wind, but there is a flash of surprise on his face.

The storm gradually expanded, and if it weren't for the fact that the wind was clear and there was no killing intent, I was afraid that this storm would destroy the one that appeared in front of me in an instant.

Bang!

The void collapsed layer by layer, folded, and thousands of feet in all directions were shrouded under this collapse, and he fell into an unprecedented trembling, and his mind moved, and he turned around and pointed forward.

In an instant, the storm reversed, cut into the rear at an incredible angle, and set off a wave of wind and waves above the square, flying sand and rocks, and even shaking the white clouds above.

As for him, his long hair was dancing wildly, his eyes were like electricity, and after looking at the void, a powerful demonic qi burst out from the bottom of his heart, soaring straight into the sky, drowning the heavens and the earth.

"My demonic thoughts are to kill in order to protect them!

With a low roar, the originally forbidden cultivation fell into an unprecedented riot at this moment, and the mana in the meridians surged, and his heart was more like thousands of troops galloping by.

That kind of blood deeply shocked him, not only him, but even Jiuqiu fell into a touch of shock.

It's just one day, he fell into the demon, just a meditation, and he found the direction by copying, although he didn't find it on his own like the others, but he used the fastest speed to enter the demon.

At that time, it took only one time to enter the demon, and it took half a day to leave the song, and then Mo Qianxiao and Jiuqiu Huzi took a full three months.

Their demons are not the demons between mortals, let alone the kind of demons that have done all the bad things, but the demons in their own hearts, and they are demons if they have obsessions.

Entering the demon is the devil, and everyone who understands his own demon can be called a demon ancestor, but the time has not yet come, just like the lord of the sin city.

He is the Demon of Ten Thousand Demons, the founder of the Demon Dao, and the major disciples under him are all a generation of demons, so they have transcended the shackles of the Three Thousand Great Dao and have an independent characteristic.

This characteristic is not tolerated by heaven and earth, but even so, it can still grow, just like the city lord of the Sin City, when the demon path is completed, even if he does not comprehend the three thousand avenues, he will still achieve a generation of saints.

Live with the sky, and shine with the sun and the moon!

Each generation of the Saint Venerable is incomparably extraordinary, and has a history of singing and crying, and this city lord conveyed his will to his successor in the way of entering the Demon Cliff.