Chapter seven hundred and forty-eight enemies on both sides
The surroundings suddenly became nervous. The true self of fire illuminated the world and allowed people to see two flat figures outside the vortex.
People saw two figures at the top of the sky, and two white-haired men were talking to each other, just like an old man who had been talking to each other for many years.
The Yuhua tribe members were full of doubts, and this doubt even overshadowed the fear. This was the first time they saw the dead talking to people.
Isn't this the undead? They have always misunderstood it? These people are actually people who are like immortals in the upper realm?
The hundreds of thousands of figures standing outside the vortex stood still. You could vaguely see the gray and dull eyes in the eyes of those people, without any fluctuations.
They saw again that the fairy who was originally talking and laughing turned into a breath of solemnity.
This is a trend of fighting with disagreement.
The leader of the White Tiger shook his head and suddenly laughed. But the smile was extremely ugly and he was squeezed out. Since the resentment in his heart was burned by the Burning Jiyan, this kind of smile rarely appeared.
"The face change is really fast. The previous words are just jokes. Have you really taken them seriously? I know, I am not your opponent, and even if I am your opponent, I will not kill you. Because you are the first old friend I met in these years. If possible, I really want to sit down and have a jar of wine with you."
"Did you meet an old friend in a foreign land?" Chu Cheng smiled again and said, "This is me. If it were someone else, after many years, he would have seen the dead soul that had been destroyed by him, standing in front of him and saying that he would like to do so with him. He sat down, drank wine and talked about life, afraid he had already run away from fear."
"But I am not someone else. When I meet an old friend in a foreign land, even if I am a dead soul, I will want to drink a pot of wine with you. By the way, I will tell you about my experiences over the past few decades. Unfortunately, I know your time Not many, and you have your mission to harvest the lives of the creatures here. And I also have my responsibility to protect the safety of this feather tribe.”
Chu Cheng shrugged and smiled. However, the solemnity on his face still did not diminish, but instead increased in vain.
He knew that although the leader of the White Tiger could maintain his mind, he had no choice but to do something. He was like a puppet with an invisible hand behind him to control it.
"My mission, your responsibility, what conflict is there? Here, it is not just the Eagle tribe." The leader of the White Tiger shook his head and stretched out his hand and waved it down.
With this wave, hundreds of thousands of figures surged behind them. The direction they were flying towards was the land of the witch clan.
A wonder of heaven and earth appeared, and all the people of the Eagle tribe looked at the sky in confusion, watching hundreds of thousands of undead descend to the earth.
The songs are stirring and wailing. This is a funeral song from the doomsday. It is just that these sounds fall into the ears of the Yuhua people. It is no longer sad and miserable. It is just a simple melody.
"These undead... are all going to the witch territory!"
"What happened? This phenomenon has never happened in hundreds of millions of years. Those undead have not gone there, but all went to the witch clan's land!" The eyes of the great elder of the Yuhua clan shrank and he exclaimed.
"It's the Supreme Immortal... the reason for the Supreme Immortal. The head of the undead seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with the Supreme Immortal." Meng Qingyu, the young leader of the Yuhua clan, looked at the figure in the sky and spoke, and was extremely shocked.
In the witch territory, 300,000 witch people saw hundreds of thousands of figures in the sky, and their faces changed drastically.
Those white shadows have extremely strong auras, and each one is not weaker than the Nascent Soul Infant. Even if they plant the soul grass, they can be the souls of the undead. But the number is far less than that, only more than 200,000.
Over the years, the Witch Clan and the Eagle Clan have been the targets of these undead spirits. The two clans have opposing each other and the powerful are dispatched to overcome the fog poison.
They felt fear in their hearts, and they did not understand why these undead had only come to their territory.
The songs rose and fell into the ears of the witch people, captivating the souls. Some people with unstable minds instantly lost their minds, walked out of the house, and walked towards the depths of the darkness.
Faced with the arrival of countless undead people, the people of the witch clan were frightened and fearful. In this song of undead, almost 100,000 people fell at the same time.
White shadows appeared in front of those people. The soul-spreading grass lit in an instant, like wolf smoke rising. It rolled in the darkness, making the dark color even darker.
When these hundreds of thousands of chaotic soul grass were lit, a surging flame instantly dyed half of the sky red, and it faintly looked towards the flames emitted by my immortal platform.
Fire burned the sky, and one after another of the dead white shadows burned into dust in the fire, and even the residue was left.
However, more than 100,000 white shadows came again, merged into the body of the 100,000 witch clans, devoured the soul, and perished forever.
Vitality is disappearing, and the originally hot body is cold in an instant. Fresh lives are constantly withering. The witch cultivator under the Nascent Soul has no power of resistance.
Deep in the territory of the Witch Clan, there was aura rising. The Witch Clan's powerful man finally stood up when he saw that something was wrong.
The overall strength of the Witch Clan is many times stronger than that of the Yuhua Clan. If the Yuhua Clan had not had the Immortal King Formation, there would probably be only one Witch Clan left in this immortal relic, and the Yuhua Clan would have perished long ago.
Two powerful witch clans who are comparable to cultivators in the fusion realm have appeared, and in addition, there are ten quite powerful auras surging.
These ten people are all comparable to the Infant God Realm.
They took action and suppressed the undead. They forced the undead out of those people, and the powerful physical force punched the white shadow.
But there are too many, dense. Even if these strong men take action together, it is still difficult to resist the undead tide. Life continues to die.
What's more, there are many dead people comparable to the fusion realm hidden in this undead tide.
The war suddenly began, and the witch clan had no soul grass to support himself and resist.
At the top of the sky, Chu Cheng and the leader of the White Tiger stood looking at each other. Chu Cheng no longer had a smile on his face.
"If you want, I can actually let you stay for a day. Although four hundred years of descent have become ten years and the time has been shortened by dozens, I think you still want to have more sober time."
The leader of the White Tiger shook his head and said, "It's better not to wake up like this. I still want to have a happy battle with you."
As soon as the words fell, the White Tiger leader flashed, bringing a huge momentum.
The leader of the White Tiger, the leader of the dead soul. When strength is weak, it will be weak, and when strength is strong, it will be strong. The cultivation is the same as that of Chu Cheng in the Dao Realm.
However, Chu Cheng's two bodies are united and he is the supreme emperor of the Supreme Dao. To be precise, the fourteen immortal platform worlds have exceeded ten, surpassing the Supreme Dao.
Even though the leader of the White Tiger Clan is forced into the Dao Realm, he is still no match for Chu Cheng.
Chu Cheng looked calm, and the true self of the two true self immortals in the real self, turned into a fire dragon and rushed out of the immortal platform, and his voice was deafening.
The vast sky fell one after another, each of which was as thick as a pillar of heaven, magnificent and heavy as it drooped from all directions.
The golden light on Chu Cheng's body rose, and the immortal Xuanhuang blessed him. At the same time, the opportunity to blow down from all directions was gathered in Chu Cheng's palm.
Sword shadows gather together.
The sword has no sheath, and its sharpness is revealed.
Chu Cheng waved his hand and slowly pushed the sword in his palm. The sword broke through the wind and slashed with vigorous spiritual power. Under this sword, ten soul grasses behind him suddenly ignited and turned into a sword.
Widths of blue smoke intertwined and lingered in the sword.
"Even though your level is the same as mine, you are not my opponent." Chu Cheng spoke lightly, revealing his extremely strong confidence in his words.
Who can compete with him in the same rank?
There is no in the world, but there is still no in this world!
The silver light rose again in the night, and the lights stopped flying in the air.
After one sword, Chu Cheng stepped on the seven stars, and the seven-style collapsed the sky. His figure suddenly became empty, with afterimages surrounding the White Tiger leader, suppressing and suppressing step by step.
At each step, the sky trembled and dispersed the black clouds. The sword machine soared into the sky, stirring the sound of the wind. The fireworks rushed up in the fire dragon and advanced like storm waves, one layer strong and the other, as if it could burn all the filth in the world.
Above Chu Cheng's head, twelve immortal platforms were hanging with a rumbling sound, and they were about to move.
Seeing that the battle had begun, the head of the Li family ran towards the sky with a mysterious weapon, asking for help from Chu Cheng.
"Don't take action. Pay attention to the vortex. That kind of ominousness does not come from this person, but from the vortex."
Chu Cheng's voice fell, and the feeling that made people feel powerless did not come from this White Tiger leader.
This White Tiger leader just brought a hint of oppression to Chu Cheng.
When the words fall, there is a loud roar.
The leader of the White Tiger only fought against each other with his body. A huge white tiger beast phantom roared towards the sky, and then stepped suddenly towards the power of Chu Cheng's three-stage power.
boom!
There were sounds of fragmentation everywhere, and the light was everywhere.
Except for the power of the sword that entangled with the power of the soul chaotic, the other two styles collapsed in the collapse of the white tiger. The terrifying power made Chu Cheng's body tremble.
The power of the sword shook the sky, and one sword cut the head of the white tiger's phantom. This sword also scattered into pieces due to heavy obstacles.
"Three realms! The leader of the White Tiger will be strong when he meets the strong, and when he meets the weak, he will be weak. The realm is the same as mine, so how can he surpass yourself!" Chu Cheng retreated a hundred steps in this attack, and his expression kept changing.
His eyes kept shrinking, and he suddenly thought of something. There was only one possibility. That was here... there was a three realm.
"The Yuhua clan cannot have three realms. If there are three realms, every time the fog poison is difficult, the casualties will not be so heavy! The Witch clan! It must be the Witch clan!" Chu Cheng realized immediately, took a deep breath, and his expression quickly became
Return to normal.
The third-level strongman is in the Three Descendants of the Red Dust, and even the half-step Xuan Realm powerhouse is not his opponent. Chu Cheng is naturally not his opponent to the third-level strongman.
Suddenly, the earth below cracked, and a powerful and surging aura surged.
A figure like a mountain rose from the depths. This is a towering shadow that is millions of feet high.
"Ancient Witch!" Chu Cheng frowned when he saw this figure. He had already guessed that the existence of ancient witches on this witch clan might finally appear at this moment.
"Hehehehe...Mo Chen's cultivation... billions of years have passed, but it is still unchanged. The power is difficult for the monks of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to resist. If only I am, I may not be able to kill you. But
Today, with the help of this undead, I will definitely be able to kill you! Use your blood to break through the trapped cage here and return to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!"
"As long as I return to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, I will definitely go to the second step after I find the resources I have left behind!"