It's quiet here, and even if this powerful aura of vicissitudes comes at this moment, it's still peaceful.

There was no wind, and there was no whistling and shaking. This was in sharp contrast to Chu Cheng's mood at the moment.

There are two things in fact, and two things in fact.

What Chu Cheng wanted was to see the old people who had been separated for many years with his own eyes and reunite with each other. In this troubled world, it is also a blessing.

A powerful aura is surging. It's just that Chu Cheng still hasn't moved.

Because this powerful breath is for death. It is full of a strong sense of decay.

This is the breath of the dead. This dead man was an extremely powerful man when he was alive. A powerhouse that is even stronger than Chu Cheng.

This dead air is covered with vicissitudes. At least millions of years or more.

This dead air has been brewing for a long time. When the altar was opened, he was able to find the vent and thus vent it.

This is just qi, even if it is menacing, but it is dead, no matter how violent it is, it will not be able to make waves in this heaven and earth.

There are no waves, just billowing black fog. It seems to have an endless night, but also contains endless dangers.

Chu Cheng still didn't resist this earth-shattering death, although his heart shook incomparably.

On the other side, in the midst of the black mist. Maybe like Chu Cheng, he looked up and looked into the distance. But I can't see the figure on the other side.

"Master?"

At this moment, two voices sounded in the rear at the same time.

The man surnamed Zhao and the old man felt this earth-shattering momentum, and their expressions suddenly changed greatly, thinking that Chu Cheng had suffered a crisis, and immediately rushed over.

Chu Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "The existence of this aura spread is extremely strong... Maybe the three of us won't necessarily be their opponents. ”

"But this man has fallen here. Although the momentum is powerful, it is just dead air. Chu Cheng shook his head again, and his heart was extremely uneasy.

This is the land of divine relics, with his old people.

Although I don't know why a powerful power fell here, why it fell, and when it came here. But after all, it came here.

When you reach the Xuan Realm, you are already truly immortal. There is no trouble with Shouyuan. Only an external force can kill it.

This mortal external force is a catastrophe that cannot be resisted by a powerhouse in the Xuan Realm.

It's a death calamity!

This catastrophe came from here. Chu Cheng didn't know if it was the nirvana buried in the sculpture of the Vermilion Bird Holy Ancestor, or other forces.

If it is the former, those in the land of the gods will not have to worry about their lives. If it's the latter, it's lifeless.

Even such beings have died under this external calamity, not to mention those who are worthy of cultivation.

It's just that a hundred years have passed, even Zhu Xuan, who has the highest talent among them, may not be able to condense the Yuan Baby, after all, when Chu Cheng Chu came here, the realm was just building a foundation.

Although it is said that as long as you can instantly condense the golden pill with a single thought, you still don't know anything about the road of the Yuan Baby. All that is left is the foundation building exercises.

This follow-up road needs to be explored by themselves.

A hundred years is too short to allow them to step into the road of Yuanying. However, there was a Xuan Realm power here.

The death of power will surely shake the earth. No one is immune to this catastrophe.

"This mighty... Where did it come from?" Chu Cheng took a deep breath.

His heart trembled slightly. If you are a teacher for one day, you will be a teacher for a lifetime. Although it was only a short time together, he was the teacher of the gods. These people are all his students.

The light here is only a few dozen miles away from the darkness ahead.

This was just a step, but Chu Cheng seemed to have no strength.

The man surnamed Zhao and the old man heard the sound of heavy breathing again, and obviously felt that the person in front of him was in an extremely uncalm mood at the moment.

It's not once, it's several.

The two of them wondered why this place had disturbed their master's mind, and why they had repeatedly lost their minds.

Their gaze passed over the figure in front of them and landed in the darkness.

It is from there that the source of their master's nervousness comes from.

There's a fallen power. Is this the source the power?

So, what is the connection between this power and its master?

When they withdrew their gaze, they saw a white shadow passing by in a trance.

Chu Cheng finally raised his foot and stepped into the black mist.

He came here and felt the fall of this great power, after all, he wanted to find out if this was a catastrophe for the Divine Relics.

The aura of decay became even stronger as Chu Cheng stepped in. It's just not as swinging as expected.

This is dead air, though it has been buried. But it's all on the surface, on the inside, and it will not be completely depressed.

But when Chu Cheng walked into this most central domain, he didn't feel the last turbulence.

"Why.... This dead air makes me feel like it has been buried for at least tens of millions of years?"

There are two kinds of dead air, calm and turbulent.

The former died with no regrets, so there was no injustice. And the latter, with unwillingness and resentment. This is to be beheaded. Therefore, it acts as a tyrannical atmosphere.

But there is no ........ here

Feeling this breath, Chu Cheng's brows relaxed slightly, and he quickened his pace, wanting to rush out of this black fog as fast as possible.

When he walked out, what he saw was dazzling. Fireworks were burning in the heavens and on the ground.

This firework, without any temperature, seems to be a reflection of the past.

High in the sky, the thunder sea is boundless, as if there is a catastrophe brewing.

This rolling thunder is enough to drive away all the haze in the world. But it can't blow away the rotten breath.

This decay is getting thicker and thicker. There is a high mountain in front of us, towering more than a million feet into the sky.

This rotten breath came from the depths of this high mountain.

"When... Now high mountains. Chu Cheng looked at this high mountain, and his doubts became even thicker.

A hundred years ago, Chu Cheng had never seen this towering million-zhang mountain.

Such a mountain, even in the vastness, is very rare, and this can already penetrate the galaxy.

It's just that there are no stars here, only the seemingly boundless sky. The mountain peaks do not penetrate the clouds, and are buried in the sea of thunder.

Although Lei Hai is manic, this high mountain is still standing, and even the sand and stones have not cracked and fallen.

"The hosts... It's not thunder!"

The man surnamed Zhao and the old man came behind Chu Cheng, and the two looked up at the sky, until a long time later, then they spoke.

Chu Cheng nodded. His Thunder True Dao has entered Xiaocheng, and it is only a matter of time before he is from Dacheng. If it was really the Thunder Sea, it would naturally feel it.

The silver horizontal lines are constantly intersecting in the air, constantly tearing the sky, if it is not thunder, what is it?

Chu Cheng no longer hesitated, and his body slowly floated upward. Regardless of whether this mountain is there or not, he only knows that climbing over this mountain is a divine legacy.

The sky-high flames tore open the void in an instant. In just an instant, Chu Cheng was in line with the mountain peaks.

When he came to the sky, he was also caught in the rolling sea of thunder.

It was only at this moment that the pupils of Chu Cheng's eyes shrank sharply.

This is not a high mountain, and it is not the sea of thunder that pervades the surroundings.

It's a gigantic giant, with a head full of silver hair.