Clear lotus and green lotus are not demonic but dazzling.
When the Qinglian appeared, the land of blood mist instantly glowed with countless lights.
Behind Chu Cheng, a figure appeared.
Standing in white clothes, one after another in green clothes. Then, one figure after another.
Since someone is causing trouble to all sentient beings, then use the power of all sentient beings to kill this person.
All sentient beings raised their fingers, and the clear lotus danced. Flowing in the blood-red center, blooming in vain amid the sound of wind.
What the young man saw was a land full of vitality. When the wind blew, ripples would form, and a passage would be opened among the gentle ripples.
This passage leads to the distance. It made the vision clearer.
This is a clear lotus, which is cleansing but not demonic. However, just such a beautiful flower brought about a terrifying threat of destruction.
The white light rises, this is the sky-shattering righteousness, floating by the wind, falling by the flowers, covering thousands of stars, and golden light surges.
This lotus contains all the magical powers of Chu Cheng, gathered in one place.
Thousands of dragons are just embellishments, and the monstrous sword machine is just an exaggeration. The real scenery lies in the color of thousands of rivers and mountains.
Many mountains rise up, which means that Chu Cheng wants to kill the strong man with one blow.
When the clear light opened the way, what appeared were thousands of miles of ruins and the withered corpses.
The eyes in the corpse have no color or sparkle, and are filled with gray.
Here, after all, there is no one left alive, all are swallowed up by that powerful being.
At the end of this light are two monsters with ferocious eyes.
These are two ghost immortals.
There was blood flowing from the corners of their mouths. This blood is not their own blood, but the blood from the people they devoured.
This is just closed. If it were opened wide, it would be filled with blood.
This battle in the underworld lasts for more than a hundred years. Before the deadline, it is obviously not enough to only have Xuanzhao cultivation level. In the end, just trying to protect yourself is a problem.
As a ghost, if you want to increase your strength in a short time, you can only devour a large amount of flesh and blood.
Only in this way can one break through the original realm.
This is the clan left behind by the gods. Although most of them are from the Houqi God Clan, they are, after all, the blood descendants of the divine beasts. Their essence and blood far exceed that of humans.
If they could devour the blood of the ten clans of ancient gods, these ghosts and immortals would most likely be promoted to a higher level.
There are tens of thousands of powerful people who came to the Forgotten Realm from the Netherworld.
Tens of thousands of them, even one of them, can bring disaster to this world. Only the true gods are invincible.
Nuo is a big world, and there are not many gods with true gods at their command, and not many can compete with these strong men.
Unless, among the powerful people in the Netherworld, there are some who can go against the path and not associate with those evil ones.
"The early stage of Xuan Zhao, the middle stage of Xuan Zhao..."
The two ghost immortals obviously noticed the arrival of other strong men.
The aura that Chu Cheng exudes is Amaterasu. It was obviously a head taller than them, which made the two ghosts and immortals a little afraid.
"The strong one here?"
The ghosts and immortals have entered the mysterious realm and are different from ordinary ghosts. His intelligence has already been opened, and he is no different from the human race. During these long years, my mind became even more like a demon.
Chu Cheng is not a monk in the Netherworld. The skills he practices do not have a trace of ghost energy, and he does not cultivate them for ghosts.
Although a lot of his vitality was dissipated to feed the broken mountains and rivers, it was still very strong despite this.
In the impression of ghost immortals, there are only ghost cultivators in the Netherworld. Therefore, there is no doubt that this person must be a powerful person in the mysterious realm in this world.
When they saw the young man in the distance, they were even more certain that this strong man was a local monk in this world.
Because that young man looks a little different from other people.
On both sides of his gray hair, his covered ears were occasionally slightly visible.
The two ears are somewhat long and pointed. There is a slight bulge at the back of the robe.
That's the tail, that's the God Clan.
The strong men in the Netherworld will definitely not associate with the descendants of the gods here. The ghosts and immortals regard them as meat, and the powerful people in the world regard them as ants.
The only possibility to stand with the descendants of the Gods is the local strong ones.
Under the countless brilliance, there are extremely sharp sword machines and majestic worldly power. There is also the vast, mysterious and quiet power of starlight. There are also mountains and rivers that seal every place.
No matter which one it is, it makes these two ghost immortals feel troublesome.
They grew up from weak ghosts to what they are today. Almost all of them grew up from fighting to where they are now. If it weren't for the appearance of the Lord of the Netherworld, this fight would have lasted for a long time.
When they reach this stage, they naturally know who is enemy and who is invincible.
Although this strong man who suddenly appeared was only in the Amaterasu realm. They are also in the mysterious realm. But it gave them the feeling of facing nirvana.
They are too powerful to match.
The two ghosts and immortals looked at each other, and then looked at the man in white at the same time, with the clear lotus between them.
Their eyes went directly past the clear lotus. Although all the light in the world at this moment comes from this clear lotus, in their opinion, it is just used to dispel fog and they do not take it seriously.
The two ghost fairies looked at the figures in the distance and smiled.
The corners of his mouth were red with blood, and his smile was extremely ferocious.
Indeed, with their strength, even together, they would not be able to match this person. But, if you can escape, it won't be a problem.
After all, if a powerful person in the Xuan Realm fights, it will be difficult to distinguish between life and death without a very long time.
This war in the underworld only has a limit of a hundred years, and now, one-tenth of it has passed. At this moment, they are most afraid of fighting with strong men and wasting their time.
During these hundred years, they devoured flesh and blood as quickly as possible so that they could break through the lower levels faster and become upper-level ghost immortals.
The smiles of these two ghost gods were provocative. He thought that the strong man could not kill them.
When the two ghost immortals looked back, they stepped backwards.
Behind them, there was still billowing red mist, but they didn't know that the mountains and rivers behind them were already bright and bright.
Thousands of mountains and rivers, this clear lotus. That's the scariest thing.
With one step, the two ghost immortals felt their vision change. What they saw was countless green streams surging.
Everything started to blur.
Spread out, it is the most beautiful scenery between heaven and earth. When the painting was collected, it was a great terror in the world.
Moment after moment.
That clear lotus had already appeared behind them, and a figure, carrying a billowing red mist, reached out and led them into that person's world.
The destiny of the Tao is eternal, and the wind and moon in the mortal world are all Chu Cheng's world.
Here, he is in control.
These two ghosts and immortals have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.
Today, Chu Cheng will transform into a god of death and kill all cultivators who are causing trouble in the world. Regardless of whether they are ghosts or immortals, they must be buried in this mortal world.
Even though the floating clouds are long, my ears can hear from all directions. That is the sigh from this world, the cry from all living beings.
Destruction arose, but the sound of wind in the heaven and earth was so brisk.
The tide is rising and the waves are bright. After this wave, there is no gloom but a rising sun.
