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When this palm reaches out, it covers the sky. The strong wind is also torn apart by this stretch. If this palm is blocked, the sky and the earth in this area will collapse and be destroyed.
What was unexpected was that the scene of destruction did not appear.
The three of them saw that palm falling straight to the ground from a height of one million feet, creating a turbulent momentum. When it landed on the ground, the momentum began to weaken.
The giant palm covered the earth, but it did not destroy the sculpture, but penetrated the earth.
The ground did not crack, but after a moment, the loud noise was loud again.
The sculpture was uprooted from the ground. However, it did not shake. Not even a stone was broken.
The giant held the stone statue in his palm and slowly rose up into the sky, finally reaching eye level.
A pair of eyes as huge as stars were shining, but there was a trace of sadness hidden deep in them.
This sadness gradually deepens as the palms continue to lift.
The giant murmured, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking to someone. When the giant palm was placed on the top of his head, when the sculpture completely covered the huge body, the murmur stopped in an instant.
His eyes instantly turned gray, and the light in his pupils quickly disappeared at this moment.
There was another roar. This time, it was a huge tremor of the giant's body, and a complete crack in the body.
A large amount of blood gushes out from countless cracks.
This is more turbulent than the tide when the dam on the river collapses!
This blood flows up and down from the body.
At this moment, the world here is plunged into billowing red mist, with blood flowing everywhere, and blood rushing everywhere.
At the end, the blood flowed around the outstretched arm, continuously flowing into the palm and into the statue.
As the sea of blood continued to pour into the statue, the light became more intense. The blood on the giant's body was also fading rapidly.
The gray color rose, and the flesh and blood instantly condensed into stone. From the thighs, to the waist, to the head.
This million-foot long road to the sky has no life left at all. Everywhere you look, everything is dim except for the light.
This light has been standing till now. This mountain has been standing till now.
Darkness and light appear at the same time and continue together.
The wind blows and the rain blows, and the four seasons rotate. Page after page has been turned, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, and they are still turning.
You can tell how many autumns there are by counting the pages, but with this continuous flipping, no one knows how many years there are.
How many summers and autumns have these been? How many winters and springs have they passed through? Everyone has no way of knowing. They only know that a long, long time has passed.
This time may last for tens of millions of years. This time may last for hundreds of millions of spring and autumn years.
When the picture comes, this mountain is still a mountain. It is the mountain transformed by the giant, a mountain without any life.
That light has experienced countless winds and rains without any dimming.
Intention, on the contrary, became more intense.
In all directions, fireworks were burning for a moment, then gradually subsided.
The fireworks ignited for unknown reasons, and the thin blood-red strands were burned out in the fireworks, leaving only the waving silver threads.
Everyone heard that the decay was no longer as strong as before.
The pupils of the man named Zhao narrowed sharply, and finally shot up into the sky with a soft drink.
Immediately afterwards, the old men left one after another.
They came to a higher altitude so that they could look down on the earth from a high place.
When he lowered his head, he could see everything in the world.
It's just that their gazes are only below.
Their spiritual consciousness is far beyond the distance of one million, not to mention that from high altitude, everything can be clearly seen.
Following this bow, both of them took a breath.
What they saw in the picture was that the giant was kneeling on one knee and falling to the ground.
Is this really exhausting?
From this scene, it seems that this is kneeling down to worship the superior.
In that scene, when the giant muttered, was he really talking to himself? Rather than talking to others? To the sculpture of a man?
"Master..." The man named Zhao took a deep breath again.
In the picture, although the giant was seriously injured and the sky was stained with blood, every move made the sky and the earth become empty.
This power is not superior to the lord of a continent, nor is it superior to the ten generals under the command of the Lord of the Netherworld, but far beyond it.
This is just a reflection of the picture, this is something from the past. But this general trend has come to this world across the long river of history.
To be precise, this is because the aura of this ancient god in this world has not completely dissipated. At the previous moment, it returned again and condensed the most powerful aura.
This breath is not the peak breath of this ancient god during his lifetime, because it will eventually dissipate in these countless years.
It shows that the power of this ancient god is far beyond what is seen at this moment.
Standing tall against the sky and the earth, this is truly a feat of breaking through the sky. Although it only appears to be a million feet long, they know that this is not the true acme of this giant, but a body that has been shrunk several times.
If it were his true form, he might be able to break through the galaxy.
This giant is so powerful that I have never seen it before. Since I have never seen the Lord of the Netherworld with my own eyes, he is the strongest person I have ever encountered. Even ghosts and gods who are in the realm of destruction will bleed to death under this palm.
But why would such a powerful existence suffer such heavy losses?
What they saw was that the giant was dying. Even if he didn't pour all his blood into the statue of the man, he would die soon.
On the verge of death, the essence and blood all over the body must be integrated into the body. Why is this?
Why did this powerful being kneel down and worship that statue? The outstretched hand seemed to be capturing hope.
But this hope did not appear in the end. In the end, the giant could only stand in silence
Die in silence.
They didn't know, and Chu Cheng didn't know either. They were confused, and Chu Cheng was even more confused.
The chapters and pages of history are far more than a hundred pages.
This giant has been turned into stone for at least tens of millions of years.
The decay, the vicissitudes of life will never deceive them. This is the witness of time and the precipitation of history.
It's just that a hundred years have passed since Chu Cheng left the land of divine heritage.
A hundred years ago, there was no statue of him here, nor was this giant petrified into a mountain.
That sculpture was indeed him. The white tiger underneath him would not be mistaken even if it turned into ashes.
This is the big white tiger, Dabai.
A head full of black hair represents the former vitality, which is in sharp contrast with the current Chu Cheng.
That is the past, a past that can never be returned to.
"past......."
Suddenly, Chu Cheng's pupils shrank.
A guess emerged in his heart, and an idea came to his mind.
This idea was wiped away by Chu Cheng as soon as it arose. This was too crazy and could not come true.
"What is hidden on that sculpture that belongs to me? Why did this ancient god pour all his blood into it?" Chu Cheng murmured in thought.
But in the next moment, Chu Cheng's expression changed again.
As the light grew brighter and brighter, it was finally revealed thousands of miles away.
There was once a spring breeze that brought light to the rivers and springs everywhere, and the green mountains were illuminated by the bright moon.
Running water surrounds the paddy fields, and green bamboos are planted everywhere. As the sun rises, a man is lying on a bamboo chair holding a book in his hand.
His shadow stretched across the stream behind him, and a sudden east wind made his graceful figure dance.
Shadows dance, bamboo leaves accompany music. The east wind blows again.
The sound of footsteps was gentle, and there was a chuckle.
"Sir, the student is confused about something."
Before the man could open his mouth, the whispers followed the laughter.
This was a murmur that did not reach heaven and earth, but only fell in his ears.
The man just smiled and remained silent because he didn't know how to explain it.
Thousands of miles away, there is a spring breeze. However, this spring scenery is disturbing.
The spring breeze, the east wind, is no longer the same wind as before. What I saw and saw is not what I saw back then.