These are scarlet eyes, like stars, filling the entire heaven and earth. Above is an infinite red light, exuding evil charm, rumbling, shaking the heaven and the earth.
This shock is the constant subversion of heaven and earth. Chu Cheng is in a vast battlefield, filled with gods and demons everywhere.
"Is it coming?" Chu Cheng squinted his eyes and murmured. In his eyes, red light was everywhere, covering not only the sky, but even his eyes.
This world no longer exists. No light in the world can shine in. Even the light of Xuan Yue is only around Chu Cheng. However, this infinite red light does not exist here. It has been erased.
In the fields, red falls are endless.
"This world has all fallen into the eyes of that being. Is what he sees the place where this world is? Am I trapped in a cage at this moment?"
Qianqiu!
At this first moment, these two words appeared in Chu Cheng's mind, and he was a little shocked.
He seemed to be in a painting. Aren't these countless red eyes the stars in the sky?
In the distance, there was roaring again, the overwhelming snow wind, and golden light appeared, filled with turbidity, and various scenes appeared in sight one after another.
"The world that does not exist, let the world exist. This is like a thousand years..."
Qianqiu, this is a painting that comes from the bottom of one's heart.
There is an infatuated person in this world who cannot find reincarnation and can fish for his true love with the palm of his hand. Therefore, he can only use his fingers to make reincarnation.
This reincarnation does not exist in heaven or in the world. It exists only in a person's heart, running from life to life and never resting.
This comes from the bottom of my heart. I paint with a pen and turn it into the reincarnation in my heart. In this reincarnation, there are many colors and thousands of purples and reds. What cannot be left in the world is also left in my heart.
In the human world in my heart, in addition to the myriad of purples and reds, there are other colors. Those are the colors of the clothes of tens or hundreds of thousands of people.
However, this is different from Qianqiu. The magnificent scenery, the company of close friends and close relatives are completely different.
Magnificent scrolls and immortal poems record the past, present and future?
Looking up, what I see are countless bright stars dotting the world. They are lanterns that turn into brightness and guide people in the direction. When I blink again, I see pairs of blood-red eyes, telling the story of the world.
The world is already controlled by hell.
There is a majestic atmosphere, which turns into a hazy fairy mist. At a glance, the ancient buildings are vast and boundless. In this vastness, there are also shouts of people.
These sounds stirred up a storm. They were also mixed with vicissitudes of life, showing the charm of the mythical era, where gods fought with gods and all races stood together.
He stood between heaven and earth, as if he heard the shouts of killing and shaking the sky. There were also countless figures standing in the chaos.
This is also a painting. Different from the beauty of all things that have been carried for thousands of years, it is desolate and solemn, full of death. This is a battlefield, a battlefield where all living beings will be buried.
So, will he be buried in this battlefield?
There are really loud shouts of killing everywhere. There will be an unprecedented war. As long as you are in this world, you will not be able to escape it. There will be a final war. Either you will die or I will.
A fight to the death.
In a trance, in this shouting of killing, a divine phoenix danced across the sky for nine days. As it spread its wings, the stars collapsed, and a divine dragon penetrated the sky. The divine dragon swung its tail and swept past. The stars fell, and a war broke out.
The horrific scene of the Great Collapse.
In this terrible scene, the bright moon, covered by thousands of swaying trees, was on the verge of falling, and seemed to be affected by the collapse.
That line of white clothes stood there amidst the blood. It stood under the bright moon and above thousands of trees.
Here, he seems to have truly participated in the battlefield, fighting with the gods. In this killing, he has been bathed in the blood of countless people, and even been stained with the blood of gods.
He will also participate in this divine war, and perhaps, he will also become a common color in this world, becoming the blood of others stained.
There was lightning passing by, and the mountain-like thunder seemed to open up the mountains. Everything was lifelike, just like a real scene.
Chu Cheng thought silently, were these real scenes that had happened before? Then, they were recorded and turned into his own world.
When those eyes filling the sky are opened, those past will appear in the world again,
He fought all the way, looking for his own true way. With the belief that he was invincible, he traveled everywhere in the sky and under the sky, traveling all over the vast wilderness. It was difficult to find an opponent in the same level.
On the contrary, this was completely overturned a thousand years ago. Among those at the same level, there is no one who is invincible. There are only those who are stronger. They think that the reason why they are invincible is because they have not encountered them.
He encountered it, and after that, his invincible belief suffered a blow. However, after readjustment, it recovered again.
"Invincible...I am invincible after all. This is the expectation of senior Xue Yao. What she wants to see is that I am invincible."
The twists and turns along the way not only did not destroy his Taoist heart, but instead revived him. He experienced a great baptism and spiritual sublimation, and then underwent a precious precipitation.
He must move forward, even if the road ahead is a dead end, he must move forward.
Chu Cheng stretched out his hand, and in an instant, thousands of trees swayed, and a breeze blew up. This breeze created a big storm.
A thousand purples and reds, now eternal.
Since he is in other people's world, he can only use his own world to collide.
Great rivers and mountains appeared faintly, and with every step he took, hundreds of flowers bloomed again, appearing in a fairyland on earth.
At this moment, this fairyland on earth formed a strong contrast with this Shura purgatory, but it was never out of place.
Boundless fallen leaves were flying, carrying peach petals, and rolled towards the lightning and thunder.
Chu Cheng knew what he would face next, which were countless war spirits, and even the thirteen previous divine generals and the first demon would appear again.
This is the resurrection of those dead souls, appearing in the heart of that terrible existence, and then appearing in the human world.
The fallen leaves were flying, and the peach blossoms were rolling close to the high mountain with lightning. However, as they continued to approach, the flowers and leaves were withering. What was passing away was vitality, and some were only cold.
The flower withered, and only the leaves, with their pale yellow color, continued to fly forward. It didn't matter if it withered, even if it was ice and snow, it was just a trembling.
There was a sound of tearing, and the pale yellow color was wiped to pieces with this sound. Amidst the thunder, it will scatter in all directions.
However, before it fell, countless starlights replaced the flower foam and leaf foam.
This was a figure, covered in blood, pointing forward.
In front of him was a high mountain and a huge figure, which was the demon from before.