The days become shorter and the nights become longer. In the Netherworld, once winter comes, the days shorten sharply. There are only four hours.
Eight hours is night, which is the time when ghosts are active. Therefore, it is an extremely difficult season for living creatures to survive.
During these three months, you can still survive in places where monks are stationed. But for those retail investors, it is a matter of life and death. Many people died in this long night.
Chu Cheng walked out of the underground and entered the outside world.
The cool breeze blows, accompanied by the flying snow, which is biting and cold. The breath you exhale freezes instantly.
This heavy snowfall seems to have lasted for many days. It was originally a plain, but it was covered with layers of snow. Under the dusk clouds, it became even more crystal clear and sparkling, without any dust covering it.
The magnificent scenery in the snow, with tall mountains standing tall. Chu Cheng had never seen these mountains three years ago. They were covered by heavy snow for a few days.
"Even if it's the end of winter, with hundreds of feet of snow in just three months, the snow is really heavy." Chu Cheng walked out of the ground, dispersed the thick snow in all directions, and stood on the exposed earth.
But in front of him, the ice and snow were as flat as his neck. Only one head could poke out and look into the distance.
Such heavy snow has never been seen before.
With such thick snow, those crops will naturally not be able to grow. If enough food is not prepared, many mortals may die this winter.
He didn't die at the hands of ghosts and became flesh and blood to eat. He died of starvation.
Chu Cheng took a deep breath, and the clear light on his body dispersed with his thoughts, dispersing the wind and driving away the snow. His body slowly floated up, and he stepped on the snow with one step.
His feet fell into the snow, but his figure was as light as a feather, leaving no footprints.
Chu Cheng walked towards the city three thousand miles away. Originally, this distance was only one step away. But he did not, but slowed down.
Because he wants to kill a ghost immortal here!
It is only dusk now, and darkness has not yet completely fallen. But Chu Cheng is a living body after all, and is sensitive to life, and the same is true for death.
If there are ghosts and immortals passing by and lurking here, how can they let go of the more than 30,000 living beings in that city?
Although the city is protected by an immortal formation, if this ghost immortal is stunned by flesh and blood and insists on breaking through even if it costs a lot of money, then the city will definitely be destroyed.
"Early stage of Xuanzhao?" Chu Cheng murmured while walking.
Before his aura entered this world, he felt the extremely rich death aura and used the Nine Heavens Mysterious Technique to conceal his cultivation.
Neither high nor low, in the realm of the three mansions of the Condensation God's residence.
This realm is stronger than Crossing Tribulation and lower than the Three Realms. It is the best tonic for ghosts and immortals.
After all, in the third realm, the body is full of death energy and becomes rotten, so even ghosts and immortals are not very willing to eat.
The revelation of these three realms will definitely make the ghost immortal take the bait. When night comes, the ghost immortal appears and the soul of the ghost immortal disappears.
As Chu Cheng walked step by step, his black robe gradually turned white. At the same time, the demonic energy on his body gradually disappeared. After walking for a hundred miles, it was no longer there at all, and what was replaced was ethereal.
There is also a majestic vitality.
With white clothes and white hair, in the sunset glow, it is difficult to tell whether the white temples or the falling ice and snow on Chu Cheng's face.
Three hundred miles later, Chu Cheng took hold and pinched the palm of his hand, letting blood overflow and drip down.
In the second step, one drop of powerful blood can destroy the earth and drop stars. But this blood does not.
All the terrifying energy contained in the blood was extracted by Chu Cheng, leaving only blood and vitality.
Blood dripped down as Chu Cheng walked, staining the snowy light along the way, dyeing it red, like a blooming red plum.
The smell of blood can drive wild beasts crazy, and the same goes for ghosts.
To the ghost and fairy, this blood is like a jar of warm wine in the cold winter, making it intoxicating.
Chu Cheng felt the lurking death intention in the distance was restless and approaching step by step.
The ruthless cold wind all over the sky blew the flying snow into chaos and made the white hair dance wildly.
The front hair covered his face and also covered the smile on Chu Cheng's face.
This is unfortunate for the ghost immortal. Although, the ghost immortal thinks it is great luck to meet such a great tonic.
For Chu Cheng, this was great luck. He met a ghost fairy who was alone, and his strength was far weaker than his own. He was more confident of killing it instantly, provided he was close to him.
He possesses the magic of gods and demons, and the souls of the people he kills will enter his realm of death and become his blessing.
When I killed the ghosts three years ago, the remnant souls of those ghosts entered the eye of the whirlpool. Only then did I realize that killing people and ghosts can be transformed into their own power.
"One thousand three hundred miles."
While Chu Cheng was walking, he felt the death intention in the distance and started to move towards him.
Realizing this, Chu Cheng stopped for a moment in confusion, looked around, and soon after, shook his head and continued walking forward.
But this time, Chu Cheng's walking speed accelerated. At this moment, there were still more than 2,700 miles away from the city.
"Nine hundred miles."
Chu Cheng walked faster and faster, and finally soared into the sky, flying away at a speed of hundreds of miles in a breath.
He seemed to hear the ghostly laughter, which was the laughter of a predator as its prey ran away. No matter how it tried to escape, it could not escape its grasp.
"Seven hundred miles."
Chu Cheng mentally calculated the distance between him and the ghost, and looked up at the sky.
The sunset has begun to gradually dissipate, leaving only color. When the remaining color also dissipates, it is dark night.
"We need to speed up. The intention to die is already obvious. If we don't run away in a panic, the ghost fairy will also be suspicious."
Chu Cheng turned around and saw a group of black shadows rushing towards the rolling black objects, chasing in this direction. He suddenly looked frightened.
In the sound of breaking wind, Chu Cheng turned into a rainbow and fled forward quickly.
"Three hundred miles..."
"Two hundred miles..."
"Fifty!"
Chu Cheng sped up, and so did the ghost immortal. But he was still gradually pulled closer.
At this moment, there was only a hundred miles away from the city. The monks guarding the city were also alarmed by two sounds of piercing the sky in the distance.
Dozens of monks walked onto the city wall, saw the surging death intention in the distance, and felt the heart-stopping terrifying aura, their expressions changed drastically.
"No! A ghost is coming!" An old man's expression suddenly changed.
The dark wind began to howl, and the dark fog covered the light of the white snow. Only endless darkness remained.
In the darkness, they could only see a young monk in white clothes and white hair approaching very quickly.
"The ghost immortal is chasing my human monk..." The old man's eyes flashed and he shouted quickly: "Hurry up and open the second immortal formation to attract the monk!"
"Fellow Taoist! As long as we go ten miles further, we will be able to enter the immortal formation. Don't give up!" The old man shouted again.
"Ten miles?"
The sound entered Chu Cheng's ears, and he stopped with a sigh.
The monks on the city wall saw the monk in white clothes and white hair stopped at this critical moment, and their expressions changed again.
However, in the next moment, everyone's eyes widened.
When they saw the black shadow approaching behind the white-haired man, billowing red dances appeared everywhere.
In a daze, they saw that the man in the red mist had grown taller, reaching thousands of feet into the sky, and the ghost immortal was held in his hand.
The wind and snow roared, and there were bursts of sound. The sky and the earth became bright again.
In the light, everyone saw the countless flying snow condensed into a sword machine, cutting through the sky tens of millions of times. The sword of the ghost immortal screamed and penetrated the soul, and was annihilated in an instant under the twisting of thousands of dragons.
Then the red mist receded, and the huge figure regained the height of an ordinary person. The ghost immortal was no longer in its palm, and it turned into wisps of black mist and entered a vortex that suddenly appeared behind it.
"Killing ghosts and immortals with one blow...what kind of cultivation is this?"
The old man took a deep breath, suddenly thought of something, and quickly took out a picture scroll from the storage ring.
There was a man drawn in the scroll. The old man looked at the painting and then at the young man seventy miles away. The pupils of his eyes gradually narrowed and he laughed suddenly while taking deep breaths.
"Black clothes and white hair... Although the clothes are different, but this appearance..."
Amid laughter, the old man shouted again: "Your Excellency, are you Chu Cheng, the Lord of Chu City?"
Chu Chenggang clapped his hands and was stunned when he heard this.