The surrounding area suddenly became tense. The true self of fire illuminates the world, allowing people to see clearly the two figures standing levelly outside the whirlpool.
People saw two figures at the top of the sky. Two white-haired men looked at each other and talked to each other, just like old people talking about love for many years.
The Yuhua clan members were full of doubts, and their doubts even overshadowed their fear. This was the first time they saw the undead talking to humans.
Isn't this the undead? Have they always misunderstood? Are these people actually similar to the immortals in the upper world?
The hundreds of thousands of figures standing outside the whirlpool stood motionless. You can vaguely see that the eyes of those people are gray and dull, without any expression fluctuations.
They saw again that the face of the Immortal who was originally chatting and laughing suddenly turned serious.
This is a tendency to start a fight at the first sign of disagreement.
The leader of the white tiger shook his head and suddenly laughed. It's just that this smile is extremely ugly and squeezed out. Ever since the resentment in his heart was burned away by Fen Jiyan, he rarely showed such a smile.
"You are really quick to change your face. What you said before was just a joke. Do you really take it seriously? I know that I am not your opponent. Even if I am your opponent, I will not kill you. Because you are the first old friend I have met in these years. If possible, I really want to sit down and drink a glass of wine with you."
"Meeting an old friend in a foreign land?" Chu Cheng laughed again and said: "This is me. If I were someone else and saw the undead that I had killed after so many years, I would stand in front of me and say that I wanted to fight with him. He sat down, drank wine, and talked about life, and he might have been so frightened that he ran away."
"However, I am not someone else. When I meet an old friend in a foreign land, even if he is a dead soul, I will still want to drink a bottle of wine with you. By the way, I will tell you about my experience in the past few decades. Unfortunately, I know your time Not much, and you have your mission to harvest the lives of the creatures here. And I also have my responsibility to protect the safety of this feathered tribe."
Chu Cheng shrugged and laughed. However, the look of solemnity on his face remained undiminished, instead increasing in vain.
He knew that although the White Tiger leader could maintain his sanity, some things happened beyond his control. Like a puppet with strings, a pair of invisible hands controls it behind the scenes.
"My mission, your responsibility, what's the conflict? There's more than just the Feathered Clan here." The leader of the white tiger shook his head, stretched out his hand and waved downwards.
With this wave, hundreds of thousands of figures surged behind him. The direction they were flying towards was the land of the Wu Clan.
Wonders appeared in the world, and all the Yuhua clan members looked at the sky in confusion, watching the hundreds of thousands of undead descending on the earth.
The songs are stirring and the wailing is endless. This is a funeral song from the end of the world. It’s just that these sounds fell on the ears of the Yuhua tribe. It’s no longer sad and miserable. Just pure melody.
"These undead...are all going to the Witch Clan's territory!"
"What exactly happened? This kind of phenomenon has never happened in hundreds of millions of years. Those undead souls did not go here, but all rushed to the land of the Wu Clan!" The Yuhua Clan's great elder's pupils shrank sharply, and he exclaimed.
"It's the Supreme Immortal... It's because of the Supreme Immortal. The head of the undead seems to have reached some kind of agreement with the Supreme Immortal." Meng Qingyu, the young leader of the Yuhua Clan, looked at the figure in the sky and said, feeling extremely shocked in his heart.
In the territory of the witch clan, the three hundred thousand witches saw hundreds of thousands of figures in the sky, and their expressions changed suddenly.
The aura of those white shadows is extremely strong, and each of them is no weaker than Nascent Soul. Even if they plant soul-disturbing grass, it can disturb the souls of the dead. But the number is far from that large, only more than 200,000.
Historically, the Witch Clan and the Feathered Clan have been the targets of these undead souls. If the two clans offset each other, and the strong ones are dispatched, they can offset the difficulty of this mist poison.
Fear arose in their hearts, and they didn't understand why these undead spirits only came to their territory.
The songs became popular and fell in the ears of the Wu people, captivating their souls. Some uneasy people lost their minds instantly, walked out of the house, and walked towards the depths of darkness.
Facing the arrival of countless undead, the people of the Wu clan were frightened and fearful. In this song of the dead, almost 100,000 people fell simultaneously.
White shadows appeared in front of those people. The soul-stirring grass instantly ignited, like wolf smoke. Rolling in the darkness, making the darkness darker.
When these hundreds of thousands of soul-stirring grasses were ignited, a raging flame instantly dyed half of the sky red, and was actually faintly like the flames emanating from my immortal platform.
The fire burned in the sky, and one undead white shadow after another burned into dust in the fire, not even slag was left.
However, there are still hundreds of thousands of white shadows coming again, integrating into the bodies of hundreds of thousands of Wu clan, devouring the souls, and sinking forever.
The vitality is disappearing, and the body that was originally hot becomes cold in an instant. Every living life is dying. The witch cultivator under Nascent Soul has no resistance at all.
Deep in the Wu Clan's territory, there is energy rising. Seeing that something was wrong, the powerful Wu clan finally stood up.
The overall strength of the Wu Clan is many times stronger than that of the Yuhua Clan. If it weren't for the Immortal King Formation of the Yuhua Clan, there would probably be only one Witch Clan left in this Immortal Relic Land, and the Yuhua Clan would have perished long ago.
Two strong men of the Witch Clan who were comparable to Fusion Realm monks appeared, and in addition there were ten quite powerful auras rushing through them.
These ten people are all comparable to the Infant God Realm.
They took action to suppress the undead. The undead were forced out of those people, and the powerful physical force was able to scatter the white shadows with one punch.
It's just that there are too many and they are densely packed. Even if these strong men take action together, it is still difficult to resist this wave of undead. There is life that is constantly dying.
What's more, there are many dead who are comparable to the Fusion Realm hidden in this tide of undead.
The war broke out, and without the soul-stirring grass, the Wu clan could only resist with all their strength.
At the top of the sky, Chu Cheng and the leader of the white tiger stood looking at each other. There was no more smile on Chu Cheng's face.
"If you want, I can actually let you stay for one day. Although the four hundred years of sinking have become ten years, and the time has been shortened by dozens, I think you still want to have more sober time."
The leader of the white tiger shook his head and said: "It's okay not to wake up like this. I still want to have a hearty battle with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the leader of the white tiger flashed, bringing with him a surging momentum.
The leader of the white tiger, the leader of the dead souls. Strength becomes weak when it encounters weakness, and becomes strong when it encounters strength. His cultivation is in the same Tao realm as Chu Cheng.
It's just that Chu Cheng's two bodies merge into one, and he is the supreme being. To be precise, the fourteen Sendai Realm has exceeded the number of ten and surpassed the extreme realm.
Even though the leader of the White Tiger clan was forced into the Tao realm, he was still no match for Chu Cheng.
Chu Cheng looked indifferent, and the true self of fire in the two true self immortal platforms transformed into a fire dragon and rushed out of the immortal platform, its voice was deafening.
One stream after another fell from the vast sky, each one as thick as a sky pillar, huge and heavy, falling from all directions.
Golden light arose from Chu Cheng's body, and the black and yellow immortality blessed his body. The machine was blown down from all directions at the same time. Gathered in Chu Cheng's palm.
The shadows of swords gather together.
Without a scabbard, the sword is sharp and sharp.
Chu Cheng stretched out his hand and slowly pushed the sword in his palm. The sword rose through the wind, carrying powerful spiritual power, and slashed forward with a single sword strike. With this sword strike, ten stalks of soul-stirring grass behind him immediately ignited, turning into wisps of green smoke that intertwined around the sword.
"Even though your realm is the same as mine, you are still not my opponent." Chu Cheng said calmly, his words revealing extremely strong confidence.
Who among the same level can rival him?
There is no such thing in the human world, and there is still no such thing in this world!
The silver glow rose again in the night, and little bits of light stopped flying in the sky.
With one sword stroke, Chu Cheng stepped on the seven stars, and the sky collapsed with seven moves. His figure suddenly disappeared, with afterimages, surrounding the white tiger leader, suppressing him step by step.
With every step, the sky trembled and the black clouds dispersed. The sword machine flew through the sky and stirred up the wind. The fireworks rushed up from the fire dragon, advancing like a stormy wave, one powerful and powerful, as if they could burn all the filth in the world.
Above Chu Cheng's head, twelve immortal platforms were suspended with a roaring sound, ready to move.
When the head of the Li family saw that the war was about to start, he ran towards the sky with his mysterious weapon to help Chu Cheng.
"Don't take action. Pay attention to the whirlpool. The ominousness does not come from this person, but from the whirlpool."
Chu Cheng's voice fell, and the feeling of weakness did not come from the white tiger leader.
This white tiger leader only brought a sense of oppression to Chu Cheng.
As soon as the words fell, there was a loud roar.
The leader of the white tiger only resisted with his physical body. On his body, a huge white tiger beast roared up to the sky, and then stepped fiercely towards the power of Chu Cheng's three moves.
boom!
There were sounds of shattering everywhere, and flowers bloomed everywhere.
"Three Realms!" Chu Cheng's eyes suddenly shrank.
Except for the power of the sword entwined with the power of chaotic souls, the other two styles collapsed under the pressure of the white tiger. The terrifying power made Chu Cheng's body tremble.
The power of the sword shook the sky, and the sword cut open the head of the white tiger shadow. And this sword was also shattered into pieces amidst numerous obstacles.
"Three realms! When the leader of the white tiger is strong, he becomes strong, and when he is weak, he becomes weak. The reason for the realm is the same as mine, how can he surpass me!" Chu Cheng retreated a hundred steps in this attack, his expression constantly changing.
The pupils of his eyes kept shrinking, and he suddenly thought of something. There is only one possibility. That is this place...there is a three-level being.
"It is impossible for the Yuhua Clan to have three realms. If there were three realms, every time the mist poison happened, the casualties would not be so heavy! The Witch Clan! It must be the Witch Clan!" Chu Cheng understood instantly, took a deep breath, and his expression quickly changed. Back to normal.
A strong person in the three realms has been standing in the world of mortals for three years. Even a strong person in the half-step profound realm is no match for him. Chu Cheng was against Ban Xuan, so naturally he was no match for the strong men in the Three Realms.
Suddenly, the ground below cracked. A powerful and surging energy surged.
A mountain-like figure rose heavily from the depths of the ground. This is a towering shadow with a height of one million feet.
"Ancient witch!" Chu Cheng frowned when he saw this figure. He had already guessed that there might be an ancient witch in this land of witch clan, and now it finally appeared.
"Jie Jie Jie... Mo Chen's cultivation... Hundreds of millions of years have passed, and it remains unchanged. It is so powerful that monks in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths find it difficult to resist. If I were the only one, I might not be able to kill you. But. Today, with the help of this undead spirit, I will definitely be able to kill you! Use your blood to break the trap here and return to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!"
"As long as I return to the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. If I find the resources I left behind, I will definitely be able to take the second step!"
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