The first thousand one hundred and fifty-six chapters kill God
Qinglian, green lotus, is not demonic but dazzling.
When the clear lotus appeared, the place of blood mist instantly became filled with countless radiances.
Behind Chu Cheng, a figure appeared.
Standing in white clothes, one after another in green clothes. Then, one after another, there are figures.
Since there are chaotic sentient beings, then use the power of sentient beings to kill this person.
The living beings raised their fingers, and the clear lotus danced. It fell in the blood-red center, blooming in vain amidst the sound of the 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 in the gentle ripples.
This passage leads to the distance, making the sight clearer.
This is a clear lotus, which is not demonic. However, such a clear and beautiful flower brings about a terrifying threat of destruction.
The white light rises, which is a sky-shattering righteousness. It floats on the wind and falls on the flowers. It is covered with 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 monstrous sword machines are just renderings. The real scenery lies in the colors 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.
After all, there is no one left alive here, all are swallowed up by that powerful being.
At the end of this light are two monsters with ferocious eyes.
These are two ghosts and immortals.
There was blood flowing from the corners of their mouths. This blood was not their own blood, but the blood of the people they devoured.
This is just closed. If the mouth were opened, it would be filled with blood.
This war in the underworld has a deadline of more than a hundred years. Before the deadline, it is obviously not enough to only have Xuanzhao cultivation. In the end, barely protecting yourself will be a problem.
As a ghost, if you want to increase your strength in a short period of time, you can only devour a large amount of flesh and blood.
Only in this way can we break through the original realm.
This is the clan left behind by the gods. Although most of them are descendants of the gods, they are the blood descendants of the divine beasts after all. Their blood essence is far beyond that of humans.
If they could swallow the blood of the ten ancient gods, these ghosts and immortals would most likely be promoted to a higher level.
There are tens of thousands of strong men 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.
In the vast world of Nuo, 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 inner world of the Netherworld, there are some who can go against the grain and not associate with those evil ones.
"The early stage of Xuanzhao, the middle stage of Xuanzhao?"
The two ghost immortals obviously noticed the arrival of other strong men.
The aura exuded by Chu Cheng was Amaterasu. He 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. They have already opened their spiritual wisdom and are no different from human beings. In these long years, their minds have become like monsters.
Chu Cheng is not a monk in the Netherworld, and the exercises 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 ghosts and immortals, there are only ghost cultivators in the Netherworld. Therefore, 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. They are slightly bulging behind the robe.
That's the tail, that's the God Clan.
The strong people in the Netherworld will definitely not associate with the descendants of the gods here. The ghosts and immortals regard them as meat, and the strong people in the world regard them as ants.
The only possibility to stand with the descendants of the Gods is the strong local people.
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 is also the mountains and rivers that seal every place.
No matter which one it is, it makes these two ghost immortals feel troublesome.
They grew from weak ghosts to what they are today. Almost all of them grew up from fighting. If it were not for the appearance of the Lord of the Netherworld, this fighting would have lasted for a long time.
When they reach this stage, they naturally know who is enemy and who is invincible.
Although this powerful man who suddenly appeared was only in the Amaterasu realm, he was also in the Xuan realm like them. But it gave them the feeling that they were facing the Nirvana realm.
They are so powerful that they cannot be matched.
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 gazes directly passed over the clear lotus. Although all the light in the world at this moment came from this clear lotus, in their opinion, it was only used to dispel fog and they did 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, they might not be able to defeat this person even if they work together. But, if they can escape, it won't be a problem.
After all, if a strong 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 the strong and wasting this 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. They 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 it, but behind them were thousands of mountains and rivers, all bright and beautiful.
Among the thousands of mountains and rivers, this clear lotus is the most terrifying.
With one step, the two ghost immortals felt their vision change. What they saw was countless green streams surging.
Everything started to blur.
When it is spread out, it is the most beautiful scenery between heaven and earth. When it is closed, it is the greatest terror in the world.
Moment after moment.
That clear lotus had already appeared behind them, and a figure, with billowing red mist, stretched out its hand and led them into that person's world.
The destiny of the Tao is eternal, the wind and the moon in the mortal world are all the world of Chu Cheng.
Here, everything is under his control.
These two ghosts and immortals have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.
Today, Chu Cheng is going to transform into a killing god and kill all the cultivators who are causing trouble in the world. Regardless of whether he is a ghost or an immortal, he must be buried in this world of mortals.
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.