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Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves

Why don't you groan and walk slowly.

Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?

A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

-- "The Sixth Volume of the Storm: Volume Title"

When Chu Feng regained consciousness, he heard the sound of gurgling water, and the low whimper sound of a gust of wind blowing by.

Chu Feng's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he opened his eyes, and what appeared in front of him was a magnificent—or strange, sky.

The sky was high, but there were no clouds, and black cracks of different thicknesses and shades spread wantonly in the sky, making the whole sky look like a picture scroll that had been torn apart and struggled to put together.

At the edge of the crack, there are different colors that spill slightly, like ink stains scattered on rice paper, dyeing the sky into patches of different colors, which is extremely layered.

Chu Feng sat up, looked around, confirmed the environment around him, and found that he was lying next to a river.

The color of the river is not the color of the normal current, and the water is slightly red, and if you look at it alone, you might think that it is flowing blood.

But the blood should be a little thicker than these river waters—and Chu Feng didn't feel any blood from these river waters—although it also made Chu Feng faintly unhappy, Chu Feng couldn't tell what kind of liquid it was, only that it was definitely not ordinary water.

Chu Feng stood up, his gaze moving into the distance little by little.

The land was devastated, there was not a trace of green, only a desperate and oppressive dead gray.

The soil itself is solid, hard as rock, without the slightest bit of life.

The earth was littered with huge rifts, crisscrossing each other, and it was impossible to see where the end of the rifts was.

From time to time, you will see the slightest irregular pit, some of which are already as deep as an abyss, and some of which can still see the bottom.

And the huge rocks that seemed to come out of thin air also stood lonely on the earth, some of them had long been rounded by the wind, some were still angular, and many more were also full of cracks, as if they would collapse into endless fragments in the next moment, dissipating in the wind.

Chu Feng was stunned for a long time, but he didn't remember how he came here, and where did the people of Heaven and Earth go—didn't the places where they fell into the underworld coincide?

Chu Feng looked at everything in front of him in a daze, a little confused, not knowing where to go.

Chu Feng was stunned for a moment, and he also knew that he couldn't stay here, because since the underworld was a single realm before, even if it had collapsed, he was afraid that it would be vast and abnormal.

It may not be so easy to find someone in this space - so he can't wait, he has to make some attempts.

Chu Feng pondered slightly for a moment, and then the first thing he did was to try the leyline, and then he showed an extremely disappointed expression.

The leylines of the underworld have long since dried up, completely dissipated in the years.

Even if it is a wasteland in the world, there are still some slight leylines available, but the underworld is really a complete cut off of the leylines.

This is a world of the dead, where no living beings can take root, not even their monks.

There is no aura in the air, there are no leylines under the earth, and the only thing that the monks have to survive here is their true qi.

Once the True Qi is exhausted, it means that they will no longer be able to get any replenishment.

There is not much difference between a monk who does not have a true qi supplement and a mortal, the only difference is that it may only take three days to starve a mortal to death, but it may take three months, or three years, or even longer to starve a monk to death, but there will definitely be a day.

Chu Feng was a little glad that he hadn't acted rashly just now, but he immediately thought of Mu Shaoen and Lu Chenxi, two seriously injured people, who wanted to heal their injuries in such an environment, and they could only rely on medicinal power.

Now, perhaps the competition is not about who is stronger and who is weak among the young talents of Heaven and Earth, but who brings more pills and who can support them for a longer time.

Both the underworld and the heavenly court had information before, and since they had decided to come to the underworld, they must not be less than the reserves of the elixir.

But hopefully they won't fight first, if they fight first, no matter who wants to do it, I'm afraid it won't be so easy anymore.

Chu Feng looked around again, and he couldn't tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest, there was no sun here, no stars, and no trees to refer to the canopy and annual rings, and all the directions were completely ambiguous, so all Chu Feng could do was to choose a direction to go down, maybe he would meet someone if he went down, maybe he wouldn't.

Chu Feng finally chose the direction of the river.

This river is very distinctive, within the scope of Chu Feng's vision, there is only this trickling river, there is no second one.

So Chu Feng chose this river, he thought about it before setting off, and then pulled out his dragon mane sword.

Chu Feng looked at the dragon's mane sword in his hand, the dragon's mane sword was slightly deformed, and the sword body was deflected at a slight angle, perhaps able to hide from the eyes of mortals, but the eyes of the monks were insightful.

It was caused by the impact he received when he helped Mu Shaoen block Lin Jue.

Even if the material of the dragon's mane sword is very rare, it was also refined by the Emperor of Houtu himself, but after all, it was a weapon made improvised, and it was naturally not as good as the purple gold gourd bred by the essence of heaven and earth, and it was already a matter of good fortune to be able to block that slash continuously, so Chu Feng didn't care much about this small deflection.

Chu Feng carved a big wind character on the ground, and then drew an arrow, pointing in the direction he was heading.

Chu Feng completely used the strength of his flesh to complete this action, and did not use any true qi, so he carved a little hard, even if the dragon's mane sword was sharp, but the earth here was really a little too hard, harder than some rare metal materials, so when Chu Feng finished carving the words and symbols, he felt some unbearable soreness all over his body.

Chu Feng let out a sigh of relief, thought about it, and wrapped the dragon's mane sword around his waist with a piece of coarse cloth.

The dragon mane sword is very thin and light, so it is not a big problem, Chu Feng was not used to it at first, but after walking for a while, he gradually got used to the dragon mane sword hanging on his waist.

Chu Feng kept advancing, he didn't know how far he had advanced, he ran from time to time, and when he was tired of running, he stopped to rest and rest, or walked calmly, everything was like a mortal, without using the slightest true qi.

Every trace of true qi now is a very precious thing for Chu Feng, and it must not be wasted, and Chu Feng will definitely not use it until it has to be used.

The river has always been so slender and zigzag forward, and I don't know where the end is.

And the scenery above the earth has not changed at all - at most, the number and posture of the boulders in the field of vision have changed slightly, and it has always been the same style and scenery.

If you change to someone who likes to move by nature, it may not take long before you get tired of the monotonous and boring scenery on this land, but Chu Feng didn't.

Chu Feng just continued to silently climb over his 100,000-year-old ancient books and move along the river.

Chu Feng was using the speed at which he was reading books as a measure of time, calculating how much time he had passed.

Chu Feng didn't dare to stop reading, because his sense of time would be confused, and he wouldn't know how much time he had spent.

So Chu Feng silently calculated the time.

This is the Underworld, of course Chu Feng hopes to find more accounts about the Underworld, but he has not been able to succeed, the accounts about the Underworld, at most, are only heard - no one has ever known what the Underworld looks like, what it looked like before the disaster, 100,000 years ago from the collapse of the Underworld is still too far away, it is impossible for anyone to remember the Underworld.

So Chu Feng quickly changed some books to read.

The book that Chu Feng chose was about luck tips.

Chu Feng himself has a theoretical basis on how to use the least amount of True Qi to achieve the maximum effect, and he has also done some research, but he is not in-depth.

In the underworld, this technique has a greater effect than in the outside world, even if it is to sharpen the spear in battle, Chu Feng has to sharpen it.

When Chu Feng put down the one hundred and thirty-seventh books he had read, the world in front of Chu Feng finally had some changes.

Chu Feng saw a bridge, an extremely old wooden bridge.

The wooden bridge was full of cracks that had been cracked by the loss of water in the wood, and even the layers between the wood could be clearly seen.

The small wooden bridge crossed the small stream and suddenly appeared in front of Chu Feng's eyes.

Chu Feng was a little surprised, in such a world where everything fell into dead silence, why did such a wooden bridge exist.

Chu Feng approached the wooden bridge, his expression was a little serious, and he was extremely cautious, not daring to make the slightest mistake.

Chu Feng looked at the wooden bridge full of burrs under the bridge, frowned, he hesitated for a moment, but slowly approached the wooden bridge.

As soon as Chu Feng's footsteps stepped onto the wooden bridge, the wooden bridge let out a slight tremble, and the moan of "squeak" also sounded, as if it was very painful.

Chu Feng also hurriedly retracted his pace, for fear that the wooden bridge would collapse immediately.

Muqiao's painful moans finally stopped, and Chu Feng tried to take his steps again.

This time, Muqiao didn't moan, just trembled slightly, and then regained his composure.

Chu Feng's hand rested on the handrail of the wooden bridge.

The armrests were full of wooden thorns with a reverse texture, a little prickly, but not very painful.

When Chu Feng's hand landed on the armrest, he felt a warmth.

He felt that the bridge seemed familiar, as if it were ......

…… It's as if he'd ever touched the bridge.

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