The first thousand one hundred and seventy-eight chapters
This is a giant. Chu Cheng would never have thought that this towering mountain was actually a giant.
To be precise, this is a petrified giant.
There are tens of millions of cross-currents of silver that can be seen, and each ray cuts through the void, causing the heaven and earth to continue to collapse, and then compound due to its own rules of heaven and earth, and so on.
Just a wisp can tear the sky apart. Not many people in this world can do that.
Essence, Qi, Shen. The amount of essence occupied by human beings is extremely rare. It can be said to be almost nonexistent.
A wisp of a powerful person can at most collapse mountains and seas. It is absolutely impossible to turn things around. Just a light stroke can cause the sky to collapse. What's more, this is just a dead powerful person?
The man surnamed Zhao and the old man were also floating in the air, standing behind Chu Cheng.
These strands did not cause harm to their bodies. This was very strange. When it touched the body, it penetrated directly, just like sunlight, only the heat could be felt and could not be touched.
This is a cold, colder than thousands or ten thousand years of ice.
The source of this deathly energy comes from this giant. The reason why it is certain that this towering mountain is not a mountain but a corpse is precisely because of this.
Only dead people can have the will to die. Only powerful people can have such a strong aura of death.
Beyond the mountains, there are blazing fireworks. These are not fireworks, but wisps of red.
This is a prelude to mutating into a corpse demon. If they had come here a thousand years later, a terrifying monster would definitely appear in this world.
Corpses are different from ghosts in that the former is transformed from the body, while the latter is the soul.
After all, the mortal body is a common thing, and the soul controls the body. For ascetics, the soul is far more important than the body.
To become a ghost is to leave some remaining good thoughts in its soul, unless it was a great evil in life. Although these good thoughts gradually fade away in the fighting and devouring, they still exist after all.
But the corpse demon is different. Because there is no soul from beginning to end, the born wisdom is also condensed from the attack of demons and monsters.
This is the birth of evil. This is different from the corpse god Chu Cheng met in Beihuang. This is the real corpse god, and may even be more terrifying than ghosts and gods.
"This strong man's corpse is about to transform." The man named Zhao frowned and spoke in a deep voice.
The stronger the corpse was in life, the stronger the zombie will be.
Although there are not many giants in this world, there are still many giants with a height of one million feet. Foreigners who have mastered the mysterious realm can reach it. However, they have never seen such existences.
Just a corpse gave them strong heart palpitations. This was far beyond what they had seen before, a strong man with a body of millions of feet.
Not even the Lord of a Continent gave them such intense heart palpitations.
Chu Cheng took a deep breath and continued to take a step forward. This step crossed the silver thread and the red line. He reached the other end.
When this step is taken, the view ahead gradually becomes clearer. The place where I am is no longer full of silver threads, only a few strands are left.
"This is"
The man surnamed Zhao took the same step as the old man, following closely behind Chu Cheng, also looking wary.
In their opinion, there must be a crisis here. From the initial murderous intention to the rotten and deadly aura, both are shocking to the world.
This giant that has turned into stone was extremely powerful during his lifetime. I am afraid that even the ten generals behind the Lord of the Netherworld are no match for him.
Even such a being has perished here, let alone them.
They wanted to escape here, but because of Chu Cheng's insistence on moving forward, they had to stay here.
The enlightenment in front continues. On this side, there is the sound of wind. In this wind, there is still some decaying black mist. It is just much thinner than behind.
The wind was slow and strong at times. When the three of them walked to this place, the wind was blowing hard, rolling back one after another like a mountain, making thousands of miles ahead clear.
At this moment, the man surnamed Zhao and the old man suddenly widened their eyes and began to breathe rapidly.
Because they saw a scene that shocked their hearts.
The fog swirled in the wind, like countless black dragons entangled in a huge pillar reaching the sky.
This stone pillar extends from this giant stone elephant, as if breaking the shackles of heaven and earth.
This is a huge palm.
One hand can cover the sky, and one palm can shatter the entire sky. It is enough to open up the heaven and earth, destroy the sun, moon and stars, and create a new world.
If this palm is full of vitality and blood, it is enough to kill all enemies in the world.
Then as the strong wind passed by, a ball of light appeared at the end of the palm. As soon as he raised his hand and raised his feet, a universe collapsed and the galaxy was destroyed.
The man surnamed Zhao and the old man both held their breaths, and Chu Cheng's heart skipped a beat.
For a moment, there was silence.
What caused all this was not this palm. It was the light at the end.
The rays of light accumulated like a blazing sun.
"This is"
"This is"
The man surnamed Zhao and the old man spoke in trembling voices and looked at the person in front of them with confusion.
At the end of the giant palm is light. Deep in the light is a stone statue.
It's lifelike, just like a real person. On that sculpture, the colorful light surrounds it, like a real god.
There was also golden light in the flowing light. Although it was dense, the three of them could still see the statue clearly.
Under the statue is a tiger.
This is a huge tiger with a height of five feet. It is completely white except for the black pattern on its forehead, forming a prince.
Their eyes only glanced at the white tiger sculpture, and then their eyes were fixed on the sky above.
This freeze-frame lasts for a long time.
After the silence, there was the sound of heavy breathing. As the three strong men breathed heavily, the wind and waves everywhere became more ups and downs.
Their gazes were fixed on the sculpture of a man sitting on a white tiger.
Wearing a white robe and holding a bundle of bamboo scrolls in his hand, with his black hair hanging casually behind his back, he has a jade-like face, thin eyebrows, and slender eyes below, which seem to be shining with red light, and he must be full of energy.
The light on this statue is very gentle, but it gives people a feeling of standing in homage.
"Owner!"
After a long time, the sound came to the world like a thunderous sound.
This was the exclamation belonging to the man named Zhao and the old man.
What they saw was that the man sitting on the white tiger was actually the person in front of them.
Although the colors were different, the two of them still recognized that the statue was their master.
This statue is none other than Chu Cheng.
Chu Cheng frowned, not surprised that his statue appeared in the sacred place.
Because he is the master of divine heritage.
His statue may exist here, but why does it appear in the palm of this giant?
When this light appeared, the surrounding black fog quickly dispersed.
Suddenly, there was a big earthquake in the world.
This is the movement of mountains and the movement of giants.
Boom, boom, boom, roar, and fireworks were set off again. These were real fireworks, burning up the blood-red filaments all over the body.
In a daze, the man named Zhao and the old man saw a scene.
It was a giant man with white hair.
This giant's vitality and blood have been exhausted, but it is still extremely majestic, and its canister reaches the entire world.
"This is the ancient god with such rich energy and blood power!"
The old man's eyes shrank sharply. He didn't know why he saw this scene, but he knew that the aura spread by this giant was far beyond the ghosts and gods they had ever encountered.
What they saw was that the giant was covered in blood, walking staggeringly on the ground, and finally walked to the statue. Finally, exhausted, he knelt down in front of the statue in front of him.
The blood flowed into the statue of the man sitting on the white tiger.
The giant's aura is weakening, and the light on the statue is getting stronger and stronger.
Da DaDa looked at the statue, with a glimmer of light in his gray eyes, and murmured. But no one present could hear him.
Until a long time passed, a hand slowly reached out and reached out towards the statue.