A beam of light shot up into the sky, and the house where You Shuang was standing collapsed instantly. The scene in the sky changed drastically, and thunder disasters began to appear, hitting You Shuang's body.
After a while, the thunder tribulation dissipated, and You Shuang slowly opened his eyes, which meant that he had successfully entered the realm.
He is now a cultivator of the Fifth Realm, and is also the first cultivator on the mainland to reach the Fifth Realm.
However, the aura around Youshuang has not dissipated, and even the thunder in the sky has turned into a golden halo that is slowly falling.
Youshuang could feel the energy covered by the halo, and unconsciously thought of Chu Feng.
"Sir, is this the opportunity you mentioned..."
......
"Skywalker has appeared."
"Skywalkers are human beings - You Shuang."
"The Skywalker level is forcibly upgraded by one level. The Skywalker level is now at the sixth level."
"A world-class disaster has begun, and all monsters have fallen into madness."
A series of reminders appeared in Chu Feng's mind. He smiled slightly and came to You Shuang's room.
At this time, You Shuang, who had reached the Sixth Realm with the help of Skywalker, happened to stand up. When he saw Chu Feng standing there, he froze in place.
"Hey, You Shuang, have you broken through the Sixth Realm so quickly?"
Although Luan Sha and You Shuang had said that Chu Feng was not dead, You Shuang really wanted to believe it, but he couldn't believe it.
"Sir, long time no see." After decades of waiting, I don't know whether it is because the relationship has faded or because we haven't seen each other for so long that I don't know what to say. After holding it in for a long time, You Shuang only spit out these few words.
"Well, I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye, but I also have my reasons."
Seeing Chu Feng, he didn't say anything more, and You Shuang didn't ask any more questions. You Shuang was actually quite fascinated by Chu Feng. He didn't look like a practitioner or a body builder, and he could guess 100.
Your own opportunity.
He couldn't help but make some guesses.
Legend has it that a powerful person will let his clones enter a lower plane. When his clones have been raised to a very high level, and he takes them back, his strength will increase to a very high level. I don’t know if Chu Feng is that person.
A powerful clone?
"Youshuang, you are now the king. I just came back from the outside. The monsters outside have fallen into madness. They will attack every creature indiscriminately. I hope you can be prepared."
Because Chu Feng has a paradise, he knows all the information about the human race over the years, so he naturally knows that You Shuang has become the king.
Even after decades of siege by the three human, elf, and dwarf tribes, the number of the bull demon tribe remains high. Now it has reached the point where the three realms are as numerous as dogs and the four realms are everywhere.
"I understand, sir, I will respond."
Youshuang called his subordinates and asked him to call back the groups of people who had gone out to hunt monsters.
When monsters fall into madness, it is not always a bad thing. Losing their sanity makes them attack each other, but it can also reduce their numbers and allow the four tribes to reap the benefits.
However.
The most dangerous thing now is not the demon clan at all, but the other three races that are eyeing them. Because of the demon clan, the four clans have too small a place to grow and have already reached the upper limit.
When the demon tribe dies, the four tribes will definitely spare no effort to compete for land, which will affect the subsequent strength of the country.
How to fight against the other three tribes is the most important thing now.
But the other three tribes can't even afford a fifth-level one, and as Youshuang is a sixth-level one, the human race will definitely be able to gain a lot of land from this battle.
Youshuang looked at Chu Feng thoughtfully. After such a long time, Chu Feng was still in the realm of the third realm. This was not what puzzled him the most. What puzzled him the most was that Chu Feng's realm had not improved.
His appearance has not changed at all, as if the flow of time does not belong to him.
Chief Swordsman, there really is something different.
......
"Roar!"
The four demon tribes were now in chaos, frantically attacking all creatures in sight.
The four major races of humans, spirits, beasts, and dwarves are on the edge of the world, but the four major demon tribes are different. They occupy the center of the world together, so when they fell into madness, they did not attack the four races of humans, spirits, beasts, and dwarfs, but tore each other apart.
Bite it.
Suddenly, blood flowed across the center of the world, corpses of monster beasts were everywhere on the ground, and the aura after the death of monster beasts filled the air. Only the strongest ones who survived could possess it, and they would become stronger and continue to fight. "The king is calling us back, let's go first."
Yuyuan looked at the monster beasts fighting each other in the distance, and he didn't feel sorry for the scattered spiritual energy at all.
To compete with these crazy monsters for spiritual energy, relying solely on their words is simply sending you to death.
Ignoring the elves who were still fighting against the monsters, Hell Abyss sent someone to notify the dwarves to retreat. At least there was peace between the two tribes for a while.
Seeing that the humans and dwarves have all run away, the elves have also begun to retreat. The monsters are now attacking indiscriminately, and the four of them just need to reap the benefits.
As for the orcs, they are just warlike and not stupid. At this time, they naturally start to sneak to the rear.
......
"Is this Shangguan Rujiang?" Chu Feng looked at Shangguan Rujiang who had reached the fourth realm in front of him and couldn't believe it.
Just a few days ago, before he entered observer mode, Shangguan Rujiang was still a newborn baby, but now, he has become a 51-year-old middle-aged man.
Observer mode does make time go very fast. The aborigines in the world may not feel it, but for Chu Feng, the change is too big.
At this time, Shangguan entered the river, carrying a wooden sword on his back and a shakuhachi on his waist. Over the years, he spent half of his time practicing and half of his time studying musical instruments.
I have some understanding of musical instruments like the Shakuhachi.
"Are you Uncle Swordsman?"
The corner of Chu Feng's mouth twitched unconsciously. Although Shangguan Rujiang looked like he was in his twenties or thirties at this time, he was a man who had lived for 51 years after all. It was true to call him uncle...
.Strange.
"Well, how's your Shakuhachi practice going?"
After all, Chu Feng lived in modern times and had a foundation in music. He was curious about how musical instruments would be played in a civilization that had just begun.
Shangguan Rujiang also understood Chu Feng's consciousness and quickly took out the shakuhachi and started playing.
Chu Feng could tell that this shakuhachi was not the one he gave him at that time. It should be an imitation, and the difference in appearance from the shakuhachi he gave him was quite big.
Only the Shangguan family has things like music scores, and musical instruments are unique to their family and only their family can make them.
Chu Feng originally thought that Shangguan Rujiang's song would be more exciting. After all, he is a cultivator of immortality. He goes against the will of heaven and needs to have courage.
However, the result was beyond Chu Feng's expectation.
The melody is desolate, like an elegiac song, with a feeling that a strong man has gone and will never return. It should be a tune composed by Shangguan Rujiang for Shangguan Zhishui.
For a moment, Yunshan's figure appeared in front of Chu Feng's eyes, looking at him lovingly as before.
This is the charm of immortal cultivators. Even if it is just a musical instrument, they can make it full of artistic conception and make people immersed in it.
A song is closed, but the meaning is still unfinished.