When this hand appears. In that ball of light, a figure stepped back slightly, and then, another figure stepped forward.
An emotionless voice rang out from the sky and the earth.
"six."
This figure suddenly appeared, and so did this voice. It came suddenly.
This hand directly penetrated the black mist and collided with the coming palm.
The collision of fists and palms made no sound. Because the sound spreads slower than the bombardment at this moment.
For a moment, there was silence. Even the currents surging in all directions have come to a standstill.
When the physical body reaches a certain level, it can break through the sky.
This punch indeed broke the sky. The billowing black mist suddenly collapsed, rising tens of thousands of feet.
There are dots of stars all around. These are the star marks that ignited when the void fragments exploded, bursting out with bright divine light.
That's when everything is being annihilated, whether it's the wind, the clouds, or the mist. Even the dust that had existed for countless years became nothing with this punch.
From the perspective of the creatures below, these brilliant lights appear and then stop there.
This was really gorgeous, but in the eyes of that powerful man, it was like destruction, and he was terrified in his heart.
Although it was as gorgeous as a flower, he had no time to take in the beautiful scenery.
Because that punch had already hit his arm.
The wind and clouds are shattered together, and the dust is extinguished. At the same time, his outstretched arm was also turned into powder.
This arm was like a bamboo split by an axe, splitting into two halves without any pause.
This is not a dry bamboo that will break at a touch, but a towering and lush bamboo that cannot be broken by human hands.
Just, this punch. It’s not human power, it’s like the mighty power of heaven.
This is the power to drive away the night, even if the heaven and earth collapse. But the clear current flows in all directions.
The sky fell, but the earth did not. The dissipated wind stirred up again under this great force, and there was a majestic gathering.
A clear rain begins from the chaos.
The thought of spring rain may never dissipate. Maybe, there will be a day when things will stop. But that's until the darkness fades and dawn comes.
There is the sound of gurgling water, from inside to outside, from west to east. From the outside to the inside, and from east to west, the water flows back and forth, creating a symphony.
The river is rising, and clouds are gathering from all over the world, from the sky, from the earth, and toward the sky, and the real desire is getting stronger.
Clouds and clear rain fall at the same time, making the sky and earth dark and bright at times.
The weather is getting cooler, but also getting warmer.
After the rain comes rain, and after the rain comes snow. This rain has divided the two extremes.
The sunlight that had just emerged gradually dimmed. However, somewhere, in the standing flowers.
To be precise, in all directions.
There is silence among the flowers, grass, bamboos and woods. In the vast world and the wide river, there are only a few leaves floating in the flow, even if it is extremely slow, it is difficult to set off this slowness.
The sound is slow, slow and silent. The leaves are swaying and drifting. They are moving as much as possible, but to the naked eye, they are still there.
People below saw the rolling waves of the river, and saw the distance between heaven and earth blurred.
The distant world is also the world that is unclear.
They don't know where it is. It is obvious that the world here is in ruins, the mountains have collapsed, and the vegetation has dried up, so why do we still see this scene?
The sky and the earth are frozen, and all the magnificent waves are frozen in it. Once the desolation of heaven and earth goes away, a thought becomes spring and light.
The sun rises fiercely in the east, bathing most of the sky and the earth in sunlight. Everything there is bright.
People don't know that what they see is not the same world. They didn't know that what they saw belonged to a certain person's world.
What they saw was that it was difficult to distinguish between spring and winter, which alternated like a dream. In a daze, the spring scene begins and the crabapples are ushered in.
That's white. One by one, there are tens of millions of crabapples growing in clusters.
A few more soft calls came out of nowhere.
The sound is moving, and when these few soft chirps are heard, there is a real loud and loud movement.
The soft moans and howls are bright, one stream of water leads thousands of miles, and the golden light crosses the sun again.
The dazzling golden light far exceeded the blazing sun that appeared before. But at this moment, there is a moon in the clouds, and under the shock wave, the white begonias dotting the sky and the earth are even opened.
This is melancholy and melancholy for the creatures who died in this foreign turmoil.
"It's time to finish."
There was a voice, but compared to the howling of the clouds and water golden dragons in all directions, it was just a whisper.
However, this sound drowned out the roar from all directions.
Including, there was a sound of panic inside.
The slow sound is no longer there. At this moment, the sound of the tide can be heard all over the rivers and valleys.
The ground is covered with mist, the burning of ice and snow.
This ice and snow is the strong man who was imprisoned for a short time.
This Haitang was the man in the blood-stained white robe. Beside him, another figure leapt past him with half of his body, and punched him again.
Under this punch, those fluttering muscles were finally released.
The ripples are like thousands of roaring waves in the ocean, and the sky and the earth rush with a punch. Betting on exhaustion of one blow to determine which one is weak and which one is strong.
For a moment, the collapsed chaos exploded again, but it was immediately covered by hundreds of rivers and ravines.
This is already Chu Cheng’s world. The powerful man was forced close to the world belonging to Chu Cheng in the previous punch.
White robes caress the sleeves, inviting guests into the bustle. What begins is the spring and autumn of the world of mortals. It is also the lasting affection of all living beings.
In this world of mortals, all living beings merge with the wind and the moon. After the punch on the half-remnant body, there was another punch or palm.
Heaven and earth are already reeling. This powerful man is very strong and has the ability to break through the world that belongs to Chu Cheng and all living beings.
It's just that it takes time. It takes a certain amount of time to break through the world here.
However, only two breaths have passed at this moment. The majestic aura in the distance was gradually approaching.
However, these two breaths are enough. For this powerful man, the third breath will never wait.
A sense of destruction suddenly arose. It cuts off all retreats and brings about the three fatal powers of this powerful Nirvana figure.
The blow of the broken figure directly penetrated the head of the strong man, and then, under the destruction of heaven and earth, it was left with no skin and skin, its body was broken into pieces, and it suffered unimaginable heavy injuries. Already dying.
This winter has no deadline, but this spring has a deadline. However, it will not stop after winter. The four seasons rotate, and after spring, the world is destined to be lush and green, instead of being bleak like autumn or dry and silent like winter.
After spring, there must be summer. And after this summer, it is still spring. What Chu Cheng wants is that all sentient beings feel nothing but warmth. No matter how hot that summer is, it is still the excitement of life.
There is a bright lamp, lit in the drizzle.
This is a blood-red light that flashes away. The place where it appeared was between Chu Cheng's eyebrows, and the place where it disappeared was in the center of the strong man's head.
The world of mortals rises, and one person is mastered, and the years pass by.
There is a bright light that falls on the river and on a boat, so that it no longer travels with the rapids, but stops there.
This bright light will fall on more ships.
In this ups and downs of all sentient beings, when thousands or even tens of thousands of lights are lit together and the light shines, it is also the scattering of hope.
When countless boats gather in one place, there is no need to be afraid of the mighty rapids.
In the darkness, there is hope after all.
