The palm of this hand sticks out to cover the sky. The wind was torn apart in this exploration. If this palm is pressed, the heavens and the earth will collapse and be destroyed.

It's just that unexpectedly, the scene of destruction did not appear.

The three of them saw that the palm of the hand fell straight to the earth from a height of millions of feet, bringing a turbulent momentum, and when it fell on the earth, this general trend began to weaken.

The giant palm covered the earth, and did not destroy the sculpture, but ran through the earth.

The earth did not crack, but after a while, the noise was loud again.

The sculpture was uprooted from the ground. But it did not shake, not even a stone was broken.

The giant held the stone statue in his hand, slowly rising into the sky, and finally looked at eye level.

A pair of huge star-like eyes shone brightly, but there was a trace of sadness hidden in the bottom of the eyes.

This sorrow gradually deepened as the palm of the hand continued to rise.

The giant muttered, as if talking to himself, as if to someone. When the giant palm rests on the top of the head, when the sculpture completely overshadows the huge body, the murmur opens, and stops in an instant.

The eyes instantly turned dead, and the light in the pupils also disappeared rapidly at this moment.

Another boom. This time, it was the great tremor of the giant's body, the complete cracking of the body.

A large amount of blood poured out from the countless cracks.

This is even more turbulent than the tide when the dam collapses!

This blood flows up and down from the body and against the body.

At this moment, this heaven and earth have fallen into the billowing red mist, and there is blood flowing everywhere, and blood is rushing everywhere.

Eventually, blood flowed through the outstretched arm, surging into the palm and into the statue.

As the sea of blood continued to pour into the statue, the light grew even more vigorous. And the color of the giant's blood is also fading rapidly.

The gray rose large, and the flesh and blood instantly condensed into stone. From the thighs, to the waist, to the skull.

This million-foot road to heaven has no vitality. As far as the eye could see, it was all dim, and there was only that light.

This light is now the present day. This mountain is standing at this time.

The dimness and the light appear at the same time. It's a continuation of the same thing.

The wind and rain blow, and the four seasons turn. Turning page after page, hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands, still turning.

A few pages can know how much autumn, but this successive flipping, everyone no longer knows the geometry.

How many summers and autumns are there? How many winters and springs have passed? No one can follow them, but they know that it has been a long, long time.

This is a long time, perhaps tens of millions of years. This is a long time, and it may reach hundreds of millions of spring and autumn.

When the picture comes, this mountain is still a mountain. It is the mountain that the giant has turned into, a mountain that has no life.

That light, after countless winds and rains, does not have any dim meaning, but is more blazing.

In all directions, the fireworks were burning for a moment, and then gradually converged.

The fireworks ignited for some reason, and the blood-red wisps burned out in the fireworks, leaving only silver filaments waving.

As far as everyone heard, the decay was no longer as rich as it had been.

The pupils of the man surnamed Zhao narrowed sharply, and finally soared into the sky with a light drink.

Immediately after, the old men went with them.

They came to the higher heavens so that they could look down on the earth from above.

Between bowing your head, you can see everything in this world.

It's just their gaze, only below.

Their divine consciousness is far more than a million distances, not to mention that everything is clear to the eye from high in the sky.

With this bow, both of them gasped.

And what they saw in that picture was that the giant was falling to the ground on one knee.

Is this really exhausting?

In this scene, it seems that this is kneeling and bowing to the superior.

In that picture, the giant is muttering, really talking to himself, not to others, to the sculpture of a man?

"Master......." The man surnamed Zhao took a deep breath again.

In the picture, the giant is battered and bloodstained. But every move is empty.

This power is not beyond the Lord of a continent, not better than the top ten generals under the command of the Lord of the Netherworld, but far surpassing.

It's just a reflection of the picture, it's a thing of the past. This general trend has come to this world across the long river of history.

To be precise, this is the aura of this ancient god in this heaven and earth that has not completely dissipated, and in the previous moment, it has returned and condensed the supreme breath.

This aura was not the peak aura of this ancient god during his lifetime, because in these countless years, it would eventually dissipate.

It shows that the power of this ancient god is far more than what you see at this moment.

Standing up to the sky, this is the real breaking of the sky. Although it was only a million feet, they knew that this was not the true extreme of this giant, but only a body that shrunk several times.

If it is a real body, I am afraid that it can break through the galaxy.

This giant is as powerful as ever. Because he had never seen the Lord of the Netherworld, he was the strongest man he had ever met. What ghosts and gods, destroying the realm, will also die of blood under this palm.

It's just that such a powerful being, why did it suffer heavy damage?

What they saw was that the giant was dying, and if he didn't pour blood into the statue of the man, he would soon sit down.

When you are dying, you should also put your body full of essence and blood into that body, why is this?

Why did this powerful being bow down to that statue? The outstretched hand seemed to be capturing hope.

It's just that this hope didn't appear in the end. In the end, the giant could only die in silence.

They don't know, and neither does Chu Cheng. They were puzzled, and Chu Cheng was even more puzzled.

The pages of history are far more than a hundred pages.

This giant has been turning into stone here for at least 10,000 years.

That decay, this vicissitudes. Never deceive them. This is the witness of time and the precipitation of history.

It's just that Chu Cheng left the land of the gods back then, and it has only been a hundred years since then.

A hundred years ago, there was no statue of him here, and there was no giant petrified into a mountain.

That sculpture is indeed himself. The white tiger under him, even if he turns to ashes, will not admit his mistake.

This is the Great White Tiger, the Great White.

The head full of black hair represents the vigor and majesty of the past, which forms a strong contrast with today's Chu Cheng.

It was the past, the past that can never be returned.

"Past ......."

Suddenly, the pupils of Chu Cheng's eyes suddenly shrank.

A guess arose in his heart, and a thought rose in his heart.

This thought, as soon as it arose, was erased by Chu Cheng Shengsheng, which was too crazy and could not come true.

"What is hidden in that sculpture that belongs to me, why does this ancient god pour his whole body blood into it?" Chu Cheng muttered in thought.

It's just that in the next moment, Chu Cheng's face changed again.

As the light became more and more blazing, thousands of miles away, it was finally revealed.

There used to be a spring breeze, so that the rivers and springs everywhere received the water light, and the green mountains and bright moons were all blind.

Flowing water surrounds the paddy fields, planted with green bamboos everywhere, and the morning sun rises, and a man lies in a bamboo chair with a scroll in his hand.

His shadow stretched out in the stream behind him, and the east wind suddenly made Rina dance.

The shadows dance, and the bamboo leaves accompany the music. It's the east wind again.

Footsteps accompanied by a soft laugh.

"Sir, I don't know something. ”

Before the man could speak, he whispered again with that laughter.

This is a whisper, which does not fall into heaven and earth, but only in his ears.

The man just smiled and remained silent. Because he didn't know how to find it.

Thousands of miles away, there is the spring breeze. However, the scenery of this spring is disturbing.

Spring breeze, east wind. It's not the same wind it used to be. What you see, what you see. It's not what I saw back then.

Now, he can't see them anymore.