At this point, there is no way back. Death looms large in my heart. Chu Cheng had a feeling that as long as he stepped into the darkness, even if he was a living body, he would be destroyed instantly.
His heartbeat was pounding, but for a moment, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
Chu Cheng's face was pale. At this moment, his breathing was uneven and he felt a sense of suffocation.
"this......"
Chu Cheng turned his head quickly and stopped looking behind him. The moment he turned his head back to the front, the thought of death instantly dissipated from his heart.
The feeling of suffocation slowly dissipated, but Chu Cheng's heartbeat was still beating violently.
"This..." Chu Cheng's pupils shrank sharply and he took a breath.
After a long time, his mind returned to calm.
"There is no road behind, and the door to life is cut off. Only by taking the road ahead can we not worry about our lives." Chu Cheng murmured.
The meaning of death, even now, still remains in my heart and will not go away for a long time.
Chu Cheng stretched out his hand and a short sword appeared in his hand. Throw it into the darkness behind you.
The dagger was thrown into the darkness without making any sound, and there was no sound of landing.
At this time, there was deathly silence all around.
However, Chu Cheng's face was extremely ugly. With his consciousness, he saw the dagger instantly dissolving into water in the darkness.
This is a low-grade magic weapon with extraordinary hardness. Even if Chu Cheng bombards it with all his strength, he may not be able to break it.
But such a low-grade magic weapon instantly dissolved into molten iron.
Chu Cheng can be sure that if it were him, he would turn into water instantly and die.
"There is no way behind. If you retreat, you will die. There is a way ahead. A hundred deaths will lead to no life?" Chu Cheng looked ahead.
The endless road was covered with lamps on both sides. The wind did not pull it, pulling Chu Cheng's shadow deep and long.
It was clearly bright ahead, but in Chu Cheng's eyes, it seemed a bit eerie.
"There is no life for a hundred deaths. There are obviously only ninety-nine roads outside." Chu Cheng muttered while thinking.
A hundred deaths and no life, that is, a hundred roads, each of which is a dead end, and whoever enters will perish. But there are only ninety-nine roads outside.
"One hundred deaths, ninety-nine roads. Where is the less traveled road?" Chu Cheng pondered, and then whispered softly: "Is it just like the literal meaning, even if a hundred people enter, there will be no survivors?"
Chu Cheng shook his head and stopped thinking about this. No matter what, this road is extremely dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will stay here forever.
Looking at the road ahead, Chu Cheng thought for a while, and since there was no way behind him, he decided to continue walking forward.
In order to avoid danger, mechanisms are hidden. Chu Cheng stretched out his hand and a pile of top-quality spiritual stones floated in his palm.
With a flick of his right hand, hundreds of spiritual stones fell together, covering a width of ten meters, and ran forward for a thousand meters close to the ground.
After a thousand kilometers, there was no sudden change.
Chu Cheng's eyes flashed and he took a step forward, walking on the road. Soon, his figure came to the hundred spiritual stones.
He stretched out his hand towards the ground, and hundreds of top-quality spiritual stones on the ground instantly flew back to Chu Cheng's hands, and he waved again.
Hundreds of spiritual stones continued to run against the ground for a thousand meters. When they stopped, Chu Cheng stepped forward.
This time, Chu Cheng did not collect the spirit stone, but continued to wave the spirit stone and walked forward.
Chu Cheng paved the road with spiritual stones and walked continuously for twenty miles.
However, after walking for two miles in a row, he still couldn't see the end of the road, and he didn't encounter any danger.
If it weren't for the dark place behind him and the meaning of death following him closely, Chu Cheng would have thought that death and no life were just a bluffing joke.
Chu Cheng continued to pave the way with stones, and came to the spiritual stone again. However, at this moment, his expression changed instantly.
He saw a person lying three hundred meters ahead, a young man in green robe.
To be more precise, it was a corpse.
Chu Cheng frowned, stretched out his hand, flew down the spirit stone in his hand, and extended it to the corpse.
After waiting for a while and making sure that no mechanism appeared, Chu Cheng walked forward. But as he approached the corpse, Chu Cheng became more and more alert.
Although the young man in green robe died, his physical body still exuded the power of the realm of god transformation. It was obvious that he died not long ago.
This young man in green robe was Liu Qiang, the great master of the Qiyue Sect who arrived at the center of Motu.
A powerful person who transformed into gods died just like that. Judging from his aura, it would only take a quarter of an hour for him to die.
What is it that can make a powerful god-former die instantly? Not even making a sound?
If the cultivator of the Transformation God takes action, his voice will definitely spread at least a thousand miles away. However, Chu Cheng didn't hear any noise at all.
Obviously, it was a powerful force that surpassed the transformation of gods and wiped it out instantly.
Chu Cheng lowered his head and looked at the corpse carefully, and found that the man died extremely peacefully, without any pain. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which was a sense of relief.
"He...has lost his soul!" Chu Cheng suddenly discovered something, and his expression suddenly changed.
He raised his head and looked around, searching carefully with his spiritual consciousness. He could feel the breath of souls in this place.
This man in green robe actually died from the collapse of his soul!
When Chu Cheng looked at the wall on the left, a strange feeling came to his heart.
This breath cannot be expressed in words.
What a weird feeling. It was as if I had seen a person, and I obviously thought I had seen him before, but I didn't recognize him at all.
It's like experiencing something that feels familiar, that I did it a long time ago, but in fact it didn't.
At this moment, Chu Cheng felt like this, familiar yet unfamiliar.
On the wall on that side, a golden light suddenly appeared. The words that appeared were densely packed with words that Chu Cheng didn't recognize.
These words reveal an atmosphere of incomparable vicissitudes of life.
When Chu Cheng was confused, the densely packed words on the wall suddenly began to change.
One word, one picture. One hundred words, one scroll of painting.
Each word forms a picture, and each picture forms a scroll.
A massive amount of information poured into Chu Cheng's mind from the wall instantly.
Words, pictures, paintings. All kinds of monsters, mountains, rivers, and monks rushed through my mind. flowed through Chu Cheng's mind.
Chu Cheng had never seen these monsters, mountains, and monks before. But when I saw this, an unknown emotion suddenly surged into my heart.
These... he seems to have seen them all.
Hundreds of birds looked towards the phoenix, the harp and the harp sang in harmony, and Chu Cheng seemed to be standing in the land of an immortal.
This world changes from big to small, and from small to big. Every place was under Chu Cheng's eyes.
However, at this moment, Chu Cheng's expression suddenly changed, and even his breathing became rapid.
"This...this is Qingzhou!"
Chu Cheng was shocked. Although all the scenery between heaven and earth was somewhat different from what Chu Cheng remembered, he could still vaguely tell that this was Qingzhou Continent.
At this moment, Chu Cheng's heart skipped a beat and he felt a hand pat on his shoulder.
"Eh? Ayun, why are you here? This is Qingdu, not Qingzhou."
