Yellow sand rose from the ground, like a sandstorm, and the high priest and the other party fought together.
The high priest fought one against two and did not lose.
Chu Cheng stopped the white-haired man and another man and did not fight.
The white-haired man frowned, as if he was thinking about something, and his expression changed uncertainly. It was not until a long time later that he said, "Yes, I am indeed an undead spirit."
Chu Cheng nodded, glanced at the white-haired man, and said calmly: "If my guess is correct, you have been banned. It is not so much a ban as a curse."
His eyes flickered, looking at the two bodies, he saw a faint fluctuation. In an instant, he caught this trace of fluctuation and saw the bodies of the two people dissipate in that instant.
"Coupled with what you said before, it is not difficult to guess who you are." Chu Cheng smiled softly and said seriously: "Actually, you are the group of people from the ancient times? Or maybe you are Xuanwu Holy Ancestor?"
The white-haired man's expression changed, and then he laughed: "You are right, we have been cursed to live forever, but we are now in this tragic situation. Do you know the pain we have endured for endless years?"
"You don't know! After every invasion, what awaits us is just a hazy life, without inspiration or thoughts, like a walking zombie. Only on days like today are we really us!"
"Saint Ancestor Xuanwu! If it weren't for him, how could our White Tiger clan end up like this! We hate him, but we hate Chu Musheng even more!"
Chu Cheng's guess was indeed right. These people came from the ancient times. As for why these people are so weak, it should be because of the Divine Relics clan, whose strength is equal to the Divine Relics.
If the Shenyi Clan is strong, the White Tiger will be strong, and if it is weak, it will be weak.
Chu Cheng heard the name Chu Musheng again and asked again: "Who is Chu Musheng? Could it be that he destroyed your White Tiger clan?"
"Hahaha! Who is Chu Musheng... You are obviously a descendant of Chu Musheng. There is no such similar person in the world." The white-haired man's expression became more and more ferocious.
"I am not a descendant of Chu Musheng. I am just a person in this world." Chu Cheng shook his head and looked at him with pity in his eyes.
Countless years of being lost, waiting for just a moment of awakening in a thousand years. Is this just a trap set up for Chu Musheng?
It is not difficult to see that this is a kind of training used by Chu Musheng and the Suzaku Saint Ancestor to train the gods.
"Hahaha! I didn't expect Chu Musheng's descendants to deny his existence. However, even if you say so, I will still kill you!"
The white-haired man laughed wildly and started to take action.
He holds the sword in his right hand and hangs his left hand behind his back. He has been slowly accumulating his energy and striking at the same time. In fact, he has been preparing his sword and punch for a long time, with a terrifying momentum!
There was a dull buzzing sound, like a bell ringing.
A powerful force, as his fist hit Chu Cheng, the air waves spread in all directions.
Then a knife struck, with a whistling sound, trying to split the sky!
Chu Cheng was directly knocked away, knocked back a hundred meters, and fell to the ground in the distance.
"So strong!" Chu Cheng's pupils shrank, this sudden punch was so powerful. He has never met such a powerful person among his peers.
The knife cut through the ground and struck straight forward towards Chu Cheng.
Ten miles of peach blossoms gathered around Chu Cheng in an instant to resist the sword intention.
Bala!
There was a sound like gauze tearing around Chu Cheng.
At this moment, Taohua was cut open by the sword energy!
The sword intention was still going on, trying to break through the defense formed by Peach Blossom and split Chu Cheng in half.
Chu Cheng was startled and regained his composure in a blink of an eye.
"Nian Hua Jian Jue!" Chu Cheng shouted softly, and a short sword appeared in his hand. Following this shout, countless pink lights poured in from the surrounding peach blossoms.
The dagger was covered in pink light, flowing like water.
The sword rose, and the sky began to rain flowers again.
As the sword strikes, the rain of flowers merges into the sword body, creating a majestic atmosphere. Instantly grew ten times bigger! Form a giant sword!
"cut!"
The giant sword collided with the sword intention, and a huge roar suddenly erupted.
Tsk tsk tsk! The sound of impact made a sound of friction, and for a while it was impossible to tell the winner.
"Transform!" Thousands of sword shadows separated from the sword body and filled the space of ten miles in an instant.
The next moment, there was a hint of stagnation in the sword's intention.
The man in white was cut out by those sword shadows. His body flew backwards heavily and landed on the ground, bringing up several streaks of smoke.
This sword stabbed the white-haired man in the chest, straight to the center, and blood overflowed. But he was an undead, and the blood was just an illusion. He would not die even if his heart was taken out, unless he was like those people before. All gods are destroyed!
The two fought for only a few breaths, and Chu Cheng temporarily gained the upper hand. But he won't be careless. After all, this person's true strength is stronger than him. Even if his realm is suppressed, his strength is still much stronger than ordinary monks of the same level.
At this moment, another member of the White Tiger tribe also entered the battlefield.
Chu Cheng glanced at the high priest with his peripheral vision and found that the high priest's breath was becoming increasingly unstable.
He originally thought that the strength of these people was no more than ordinary golden elixirs, and it would not be difficult to kill them. But I didn't expect it to be such a hard nut to crack.
"Kill!" Chu Cheng shouted! He punched the White Tiger tribesman who was coming.
With one punch, his fist was instantly wrapped in petals, and he struck away with a sharp aura! At the same time, Chu Cheng struck the white-haired man who was still breathing with his sword again.
boom!
A crash! The White Tiger tribesman took three steps back. At the same time, Chu Cheng took advantage of the backlash and came to the top of the white-haired man, taking three steps in a row!
"Bounce to the sky! Thunder!"
Step after step, they seem to be stepping on different places, but they are stepping on the same point.
Suddenly, there was a roar of thunder.
A flash of thunder fell from the nine heavens and came to the world.
"It's just thunder, break it for me!" The white-haired man laughed, holding the spell in hand.
Suddenly, one war tiger neighed violently, exploded into a ball of blood, and came to the white-haired man.
"The holy beast is coming!"
Just when the thunderous intention at Chu Cheng's feet fell.
Sudden! Tiger Roaring Earthquake!
A powerful sense of crisis swept through Chu Cheng's heart. This was the crisis of death.
Chu Cheng's eyes suddenly shrank, his breathing quickened slightly, and he kept retreating, trying to escape from this crisis.
But no matter how he retreated, the meaning of death still enveloped his heart.
The high priest was hit by two enemies, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The moment he saw the white-haired man, his expression suddenly changed.
"All tribesmen, get away quickly! The further away, the better!"
He looked a little panicked, as if he had foreseen a terrifying scene.
The sky is dark and the earth is dark. The night sky, which was originally dark, was once again dyed black.
A deathly air came and blew slightly.
It blew away the restlessness and took away a trace of life.
All the trees within a thousand miles withered instantly, and a breeze blew by, turning them into pieces.
This was just a hint of death, and it took away these green clothes. If all...
So! These people will all die!
Chu Cheng's face was very ugly, and he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
He had a very strong feeling that he would die in the next moment!
The white-haired man looked ferocious, looked at Chu Cheng and laughed wildly: "Chu Musheng, you too will have this day! Your descendants will die in my hands! Hahahaha!"
He was laughing, and as he laughed, the smell of death became stronger and stronger.
"You're crazy! If you continue to summon the remnants of the holy beasts, we will all die!"
The other three White Tiger clan members were furious and wanted to stop him.
They are undead, so they are immortal. But it may not be immortal. Sacrifice the remaining souls and you will definitely die!
"Hahaha! Chu Musheng has trapped us for countless years, and today I will kill his descendants! What is the difference between our... current state and death?"
In thousands of years, you can only be yourself for a moment. This is indeed no different from death.
The White Tiger people were silent......
The meaning of death became stronger and stronger, and finally, the sky seemed to be torn open by something.
A fierce tiger roar sounded, and the whole space was shaking.
What is it that can make the space tremble? To bring fear to the soul? Would you rather die than live in this fear?
The Shenyi clan members knelt on the ground and trembled.
"Ah!" Some people screamed, and some people chose to take their own lives at this moment.
In just a short period of time, hundreds of Shenyi tribe members committed suicide!
Fear was deeply entangled in his heart. With just one glance, Chu Cheng saw a black foot like a mountain breaking through the space above him. Come into the world.
With just one glance, Chu Cheng felt that he was facing Tianwei, as if he was an ant. The other party can kill him with just one glance!
However, at this moment, a breath suddenly came out of Chu Cheng's body.
A stone brick lit up with a faint light. The appearance of this light dispelled the fear in Chu Cheng's heart.
Suddenly, something emerged from Chu Cheng's body and floated in front of him.
He saw clearly that in front of him was a cigarette - Fen Ji Yan!
Fen Jiyan seemed to be trembling, but also seemed to be longing for it!
The smoke body turned slightly, emitting a faint black flame.
Is this a flame? Chu Cheng looked at Fen Jiyan, and as his cultivation became stronger, he felt more and more mysterious and extraordinary about it.
The black flame spread out slowly like water. It seemed calm, but it was very violent and blazing, as if someone was lighting a bonfire, and the fire was extremely powerful.
Like a spark, falling on the mountains filled with dead leaves. So it burned, and it became more intense.
With a bang, the entire space burned violently. Spreading around...
There was a wailing sound, as if countless souls were screaming around. The remaining souls of the dead White Tiger clan members left in Chu Cheng's space were burned.
In an instant, the sky over the entire Shenyi clan was ignited with black fire, even extending to the giant leg.
With a roar, the owner of the leg as big as a mountain roared angrily.
No matter how he roared, the black flames were still burning...
The intention of death was driven away by this fire. To be precise, it should be burned out.
Burning out his will to die, he also burned up that giant leg.
From the moment the giant legs appeared, to the moment Burning Ember dissipated in just five breaths...
The flames faded and returned to the burning smoke with a thick black gas.
As the flames withdrew, Fen Jiyan stopped trembling.
Chu Cheng looked slightly stern, took a step forward, and couldn't help but be startled.
He saw a difference in Fen Jiyan. A purple cloud appeared on its body.
"Did it change after absorbing the giant leg of the holy beast just now?" Chu Cheng narrowed his eyes and thought of this.
He didn't think much and took back Fen Jiyan. Once again, it resolved a crisis.
"How is that possible!" The white-haired man's face changed drastically and he said in disbelief.
"Nothing is impossible." Chu Cheng came to him and saw that the white-haired man was exhausted.
A faint black flame burned their souls.
The high priest came behind Chu Cheng and looked at the white-haired man with a complicated expression.
His battle was over, and the remaining three White Tiger clan members had been burned to ashes.
"Is there anything else you want to say?" Chu Cheng said calmly.
The white-haired man looked bitterly, looked at Chu Cheng, and said softly: "Do you think I am free? If I am free, should I laugh or cry?"
Chu Cheng looked at the white-haired man with some pity.
Being imprisoned for countless years and becoming just a tool is indeed sad. He has so much blood on his hands and he doesn't deserve sympathy.
But what if it were him? How to do it.
He sighed again and drew out his sword. When he appeared, a light lit up again on the Taichu Stone. Integrated into his sword.
This sword comes like thunder to suppress the anger, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea. The whole world was peaceful.
Yes, the white-haired man's world is finally at peace. These White Tiger tribesmen no longer need to be like walking corpses.
Their ending may be a good ending. At least their curse was broken.
"Let's go!" Chu Cheng watched the white-haired man's body dissipate into the space little by little.
The countless years of destiny of the Divine Relics finally came to an end...
There will be no more enemy invasions in the future, and this place will become a true paradise.
Some people began to cry, and the Shenyi tribesmen looked at the dead tribesmen with some sadness.
After all, many people died in this battle. But compared with previous results, it is already a very good result.
Chu Cheng's eyes passed through the slowly closing space and saw a hazy world, but something strange appeared in his eyes.
Over there, what place is it?
But he did not dare to go because he felt a death crisis there. With his current strength, once he enters there, he will definitely die.
Chu Cheng shook his head, quietly left here, and returned to his cave.
In the next few days, the Shenyi clan arranged the funeral of the deceased clan member, and then held a grand banquet. Congratulations on this victory and the completed destiny.
Sometimes Chu Cheng thinks that the fate of the White Tiger Clan and the Shenyi Clan is not with them, but with the Immortal Ancestor.
We are from the same clan, but we are reduced to fighting each other. Whose fault is it?
Chu Cheng was still teaching students until the saint Zhu Nuan reached the sixth level of Qi Gathering. Only then did he continue to refine the marrow-cleansing pill to open the spirits of the rest of the Shenyi tribe.
The number of successful Kailing clan members is increasing, and separate classes have been created. The former students have become teachers in separate classes.
Time passed, and three months passed in the blink of an eye, and the days were still going on smoothly.
Until one day, the high priest invited Chu Cheng to come over and had something to say to him.
Chu Cheng has also been looking for the high priest, but the high priest has been in retreat to heal his wounds.
If you go today, you may have the answer Chu Cheng has been looking for.
(I had something to do yesterday, so I didn’t get home until 11pm, so I had to catch up on the chapter all night. Sorry! Also, I’m kindly asking you to subscribe.)
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