The dark clouds and black pressed a piece, instantly enveloping the entire heaven and earth, and the air of death permeated, making the flowers and trees in the territory of the Feather Clan instantly withered yellow, and the clear spring turned black.

The 50,000 people of the Feather Clan instantly fell into fear.

"The trouble of fog poison, the trouble of fog poison is coming! the undead are coming to harvest our lives!"

Someone screamed, fell to his knees and shivered.

The difficulty of fog poison is the reason for the scarcity of the Yuhua clan. There are many people who have experienced it three times, and every time the night comes, they will be afraid that the devil will suddenly come and harvest their lives.

"The difficulty of fog poison.... How did it come so quickly!"

"Ahead of schedule... If the Chaos Grass has not been planted, how can it be resisted? Is more than 600 really enough?"

"Don't panic!"

On a hill, Meng Qingyu, the young patriarch of the Yuhua Clan, looked up at the black oppressive patch, and said loudly: "With the Immortal here, he will definitely be able to help our clan survive the difficulties!"

"Immortals! Yes, there are immortals! We don't need to be afraid!" someone spoke, hoping in despair.

"All the elderly, women and children have gone deep into the interior. The others will go to the Immortal with me to resist the difficulty of this mist poison!" Meng Qingyu shouted loudly: "Great Elder, you order the six hundred clansmen to continue to cultivate this chaotic soul grass. Only by taking root in the earth can we attract the soul of the earth, the soul of the undead!"

After speaking, Meng Qingyu spread his wings behind him, flashed towards the south, flew with all his strength, and came to Chu Cheng, his expression was extremely serious, and he was full of expectations.

"Next, leave it to me. You can rest assured. Chu Cheng just glanced at Meng Qingyu, and then looked up at the sky again. Although the tone was flat, the expression was equally grim.

The vortex in the sky grew larger, gradually tearing the entire sky. This whirlpool exuded an extremely thick dead qi, and this whirlpool was the same as the dead qi in that barrier, which also made Chu Cheng feel very uncomfortable.

This feeling is familiar. This acquaintance did not come from before, but from earlier.

"There I felt an extremely ominous aura that frightened me, as if something terrible was about to break free from it. The head of the Li family also looked grim, and he also felt the ominousness. There was a feeling that once he entered that vortex, he was not far from death.

"It's a very uncomfortable feeling, indeed. It's like the world that the whirlpool is facing, and there are creatures that can sink and make me and other monks perish. The breath was faint, but it made the soul tremble.

On the other side of the vortex, there seemed to be something terrifying that could not be resisted by manpower.

Chu Cheng has not felt it for a long time since he cultivated the Dao. Even if the ancient court descended, in the face of the immortals of the Xuan Realm, he did not feel this feeling of powerlessness.

"When did the Mist Poison Tribulation appear? There has been a second-step powerhouse in the Feather Clan, if this fog poison is difficult to come out of and those Feather Clan's Xuan Realm powerhouses, then this fog poison is difficult, I am sure to help. If it's before.... Even the powerhouses of the Xuan Realm can't completely solve the difficulty of this fog poison.... Not to mention me. Chu Cheng thought in his heart, and then considered whether to fight or retreat.

It's just that he hasn't found a way out of this place yet, and he is in the land of immortal relics, and there is nowhere to escape in the face of this difficulty, whether he goes to heaven or into the earth, he can't escape being affected.

"Light Feather, when did this fog poison come and last?How many years has it lasted?Could it be that the Donghua Immortal King moved the Feather Clan here, and it has always existed?" Chu Cheng thought for a while and asked.

Meng Qingyu was stunned for a moment, not knowing why Chu Cheng asked like this, but he still replied: "Since I can remember, the difficulty of fog poison has existed, and when I was a child, I heard my father say that this difficulty of fog poison existed tens of millions of years ago, or even hundreds of millions of years ago. It's just that at that time, our clan had ancestors who surpassed the feather god, so there weren't many casualties. Until the lack of cultivation resources leads to the inability of our realm to ascend, it will become a catastrophe. ”

"Although the Wu clan is the same, their physical bodies are strong, and ordinary undead can't help them, plus there are chaotic soul grass, there are not many casualties. Every time the number of people who die under the spirits of the dead, there are no more than thousands. Meng Qingyu said.

Chu Cheng nodded and said, "Although these black winds and black fogs make people feel very uncomfortable. But this fog poison is so difficult that even the Wu clan can resist. With his strength, he will definitely be able to solve it, not to mention that there is a strong man who crosses the Tribulation Realm here.

The howl of the yin wind became more intense, and the whole world fell into deep darkness.

The temperature around us is getting higher and higher, and the sound of the leaves and flowers is getting louder and louder. At this moment, the sound of cracks breaking is everywhere.

After all, Chu Cheng still underestimated the difficulty of this fog poison. When the black fog hits, the fish in the Qingtan River instantly rot and collapse into a thick, clear and deep lake at the bottom of 50 meters is like ink at this moment, emitting a thick fishy smell, full of rotten bones.

The scorching heat is rising rapidly, and the rotting corpses and cracked plants and trees turn to ash in the heat.

In the darkness, there were no fireworks, but this world was plunged into the heat of the earth's core.

Some of the Feather Clansmen who had not yet had time to escape into the area of the Immortal King's Array had their flesh dried up in this scorching instant.

The aura on Chu Cheng's body surged, and the fog rose, rolling and surging. This is the aura boiling into qi in this heat. The head of the Li family is the same, and the aura is like a Changhong Heavenly Pillar running through the sky, swallowed by the whirlpool.

The two of them clearly felt that the spiritual power in their bodies was fading, albeit slowly. But if it lasts for three hours, their strength will recede!

"It's a strange vision. Let's retreat to the Immortal King's array first.

can be as solid as a mountain in this vision, and only the strong in the Xuan Realm. In the second step, every move is mysterious, no longer spiritual power.

"Okay!" Meng Qingyu nodded. The range of the Immortal King's Array was a hundred meters behind them, and those clansmen planted the Chaos Soul Grass.

The three of them retreated to the Immortal King Array, and with the large array of isolation, the spiritual power was no longer burning.

After three breaths, the heavens and the earth were completely darkened. The Immortal King's Array became the only light. It's just that this range is only a three-mile radius to remove the roulette array.

Although this can accommodate 50,000 people of the Feather Clan, once there is a battle later, they will encounter something terrifying. It was difficult for Chu Cheng to take care of them.

In the realm on the other side of the whirlpool, the crisis that Chu Cheng felt was getting stronger and stronger, and it was very likely that there would be a shocking battle after that. It is even possible that even he is in danger of losing his life.

Chu Cheng Songping's shoulders began to slowly shrug up, and fireworks lit up in his eyes. This black mist is just the beginning, and the real danger lies in what the Feathered Clan calls the undead.

The undead descend, the plague of feathering. Disappeared from the Strange Dust Realm to the present. No one can change that.

Who can change all this, who can make the scorching heat dissipate and dispel this darkness?

At this moment, in the darkness, a drop of rain suddenly fell.

Then, there are a thousand drops of rain, ten thousand drops of rain. Countless raindrops. It was a torrential rain.

The majestic rain fell from the sky, fell on the earth, fell on the withered flowers and plants, and fell on the black river. Fall on people.

This rain dispels the burning of the world.

There was no sound of wind except for the rain. All the gloomy winds were covered by the sound of the rain.

Above Chu Cheng, there is a surging water boundary and a single town. In this realm of water. A figure gathered in the shape of water sat in the waterspout, and the clear mangs in his palm were floating, charging a blow.

This is Chu Cheng's true self Sendai, the true self of water.

People looked at the sky, and the rain was lapping on them, in this rain. The heat in people's bodies has also weakened a lot, and the fear in their hearts has also weakened a lot.

Water nurtures sentient beings, can take away the dust of the world, and can naturally calm people's minds and remove distracting thoughts.

It's just that Chu Cheng's eyes suddenly gave birth to a touch of throbbing, and there was still a little confusion.

This familiar feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

"It's coming. The head of the Li family suddenly spoke, and the momentum on his body continued to rise, reaching his peak. It's just that his cultivation has fallen from the Great Perfection of the Tribulation to the middle stage, and his strength is not as good as before. It can't affect the catastrophe.

A crystal clear jade bamboo appeared in his hand, and in the jade bamboo, there was a light silver flicker, and there was a lightning flick.

This is the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo, the instrument of the Xuan Realm. When it appeared, it buzzed and trembled, as if it was in a human state of high spirits, from a slight tremor to a loud roar, driving the nine heavens of thunder.

The head of the Li family had some doubts about the origin of the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo at this moment, but he still held it tightly. Look up at the whirlpool, waiting for the ominous to come.

Chu Cheng suddenly felt a little cold, this was not his alone, but everyone felt that it was very cold.

A soft howl suddenly sounded in the distance, as if a woman was singing a ballad, but this ballad was like an overture from the Yellow Spring, and when this song sounded, it was the death of all beings.

When the ballad sounded, someone shifted his footsteps, took a step forward and lifted his feet.

This step is very slow. It's like a stone tied to 10,000 catties, and it's hard to fall. But in the end, it fell.

One person, two people, three people. and hundreds of people.

These hundred people took this step almost at the same time, and their faces showed the same fear, and they were walking towards the outside of the Immortal King Array.

In this scene, not only the Feather Clan appeared, but also the Wu Clan's side.

The song that sounded in the distance is the death song of the soul. Some people who are not strong in their hearts are being summoned by death.

As the men moved, the crowd shouted again. They know that when someone starts to take a step, someone is dying.

At this moment, Chu Cheng didn't care about those people, but closed his eyes. As he closed his eyes, the figure in Taizhong, the true self of water, also closed his eyes.

He closed his eyes and closed them for a long time. Until the footsteps behind him got closer and closer.

When a man passed by, he walked by. Chu Cheng suddenly opened his eyes.

At the moment he opened his eyes, his eyes were incomparably clear, like a bright lamp, and as clear as raindrops falling from the sky

All the raindrops that fell around him were suspended, and all the rain from all directions was collected outside the body.

His aura was at its peak, the true self of the immortals Taichung, the true self of the water stood up in an instant the moment Chu Cheng opened his eyes, and the waves of the ocean were surging, gathering a sword.

A sword aura like autumn rain pierced through the sky in an instant. The surging sword machine and the emerald green rain rushed through a bright path in the darkness.

Chu Cheng's gaze passed through that bright path and fell to the starting whirlpool, where he saw thousands of undead and a figure.

When he saw that figure, Chu Cheng's eyes suddenly shrank, and the vibration of his heart triggered a dark injury. He coughed violently.

Then, he lowered his hand and raised it again. Wipe the blood off the corners of your mouth.

After seeing that figure, Chu Cheng finally knew why he felt this scene, he was very familiar with this breath, and he had a sense of déjà vu.

Déjà vu? No. He's been there.

Chu Cheng calmed his breath, raised his head again, followed the bright path, and fell on the figure again.

"Long time no see......"

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