Chapter 570 Nebula Storm

The nebula is like a white cloud to the blue sky, floating freely and bringing a little eye-catching to the endless nebula. It is similar in nature to the nebula, but its quality is very different. It is precisely because of this difference that the place where the nebula spirit gathers has become a nightmare for the strong to enter the nebula and turn into this nebula whirlpool.

Zhang Chong was not afraid. The angel's wings behind him were windless and automatically shook out a slight imperceptible ripple. This small swing made him stand lightly on the nebula spirit. At a touch, he only felt that the bottom was extremely slippery, just like thick oil under his feet, standing on the smooth ice. It seems that the next time, I will fall to the ground.

The silver-white nebula spirit seemed harmless, and fell obediently at the bottom of Zhang Chong's feet like a white cloud. However, Zhang Chong's heart did not relax at all. He held his breath, and the angel's wings changed the angle lightly, making him feel like a thousand knives, but he was like a flat river. He stepped on the spirit of the nebula and walked extremely fast.

Looking at his elegant figure, he is like a small boat in the sea of anger. The angel's wings are like a sail, leisurely stretching out and galloping freely in the sea, while Zhang Chong is a skilled sailor who walks against the waves.

Whish the stormy waves, I will walk freely~~

Unconsciously, Zhang Chong's figure has stepped through hundreds of huge whirlpools. He jumped from a nebula spirit to the next place, and it felt like walking in his own backyard. It should be known that these nebula spirits are not only slippery, but also a driving force of the huge whirlpool. All the nebula spirits are constantly moving. The speed is so fast and the angle is strange that it is difficult to grasp. Because of this, if Zhang Chong wants to walk steadily, his eyesight and reaction speed should be exerted. Only to the extreme.

However, Zhang Chong's heart was empty, and the place of the spiritual platform was clear, and he was bold. He walked quickly with a sword, just like running on the edge of a cliff. Others looked thrilling, but he walked like a breeze blowing on his face.

In the past, there has never been a strong man in the universe who crossed the nebula vortex with such a means and speed, and even Xuanxian did not dare to do so. Because there are endless dangers in every step, one point will increase one point faster. Who would be willing to take such a great danger with his life in vain? However, for Zhang Chong, he also got a great convenience, that is, at such a fast speed, the angel's wings are becoming more and more flexible, and the gravity in the most frightening nebula vortex is reduced a lot. In this way, it also saves him a lot of strength and reduces it a lot. The danger, of course, is a surprise, but others are unwilling to try it at such a cost.

In the world in front of you, the endless breath of the nebula is full of the vortex of the nebula, and the spirit of the nebula is mixed with it, adding a few vivid colors. However, it is as if you have been in the vast Gobi for a long time. The eyes are tired, and the nerves that have been tense for a long time. It slowly became stiff.

And the long journey is long and endless. The endless nebula vortex is the most time to test people's will. Those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety. How many people have lost hope when they are about to seize hope?

The remnant sun in the distance is like a blood-red color, hanging in the gray nebula, but with infinite attraction, like an oasis in the desert, attracting people's attention and footsteps. In fact, it is not the real remnant sun, but a planet that is about to be destroyed. It is sucked in by the nebula vortex. In unwillingness, it is slowly swallowed up. As it gets closer and closer to the depths of the nebula vortex, its power is constantly squeezed and bursts up little by little.

"Boom~~" bursts of thunder-like sounds, endless in the ears, and then huge energy burst out, like turbid waves, and unmanageable. Although the planet has entered its remaining years, it has had a glorious past. As the saying goes, although Lian is old, its courage still exists, and the huge sound of explosion also makes The nebula spirit within the nebula vortex was smashed, and the stability of thousands of years was broken.

And this fluctuation soon spread to the whole nebula vortex. Zhang Chong, who is in the vortex, compared with that planet, is like the vicissitudes of the sea, and how can he escape? I'm afraid that when this planet is in its prime, it is much stronger than Yulin Continent.

Zhang Chong's body is like duckweed, floating around in the nebula vortex. The vortex no longer moves in order under the guidance of the nebula spirit as before, but surges up crazily. The broken nebula vortex turned its head and actually tore the nebula essence that had covered it apart, and was torn by the torn nebula. The spirit turned into an incomparable force again, tearing the next nebula whirlpool.

The original relationship between lips and teeth turned into a life-to-life enemy in an instant. There is no reason. There are only the rules that exist in nature from beginning to end. A fire triggered the momentum of starting a praiyuan. The blood and red color of the planet disappeared in the nebula whirlpool, while the rumble of explosions came one after another, even It's endless. Obviously, the balance of the star-go whirlpool has been completely broken. The scene in front of him, like purgatory, can be regarded as a strong man, can't help beating his heart, and he can't fight against the angry nature at all. On Zhang Chong's face, he was still not waved, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, he could still laugh.

Yes, in the eyes of others, maybe only the huge explosion and a strong sense of crisis, but for Zhang Chong, he smelled something else.

The Power of Chaos~~

There is nothing wrong with it. It is the power of chaos. He suddenly found that the part of these nebulas is actually the power of chaos. No wonder it is so mysterious. With his strength, no matter how he used his moves, there was no way to leave a trace of scars on the nebula spirit. However, after the explosion of the nebula whirlpool on the planet, it was like a fire of the field. Countless nebula spirits were scattered, and the power of chaos appeared.

Of course, under such a critical situation, you can also smell the power of chaos. I'm afraid it's just Zhang Chong.

These chaotic forces are much greater than Zhang Chong's own power, which can be regarded as the angel's wings attached to the back. However, as long as they are affected by the explosion, I'm afraid it's time for Zhang Chong's death.

However, Zhang Chong was not afraid of danger. Although he was like duckweed, he showed the courage that he was unwilling to be under the fence. He completely let go of his hand, and his body was like a fallen leaf, floating back and forth in the whirlpool of the nebula, and the nine heavenly soldiers in his hand stretched forward. At this imperable time, it was unexpectedly scattered. The power of chaos slowly introduced into the ancient furnace in his body.

After receiving the chaotic power of the first silk, the ancient magic furnace made a clear sound. In an instant, it was magnified several times. From virtual to real, it directly wrapped Zhang Chong's body and covered it in the divine furnace.

This was the first time that Zhang Chong stood in the ancient magic furnace in his body. He looked up from afar, but when he saw where the mouth of the furnace was, there were endless colorful colors. Just in the middle of a five-colored stone, hanging in that place, and a trace of breath was refined by the five-colored stone, and he slowly returned to the divine furnace. In the middle.

This ancient furnace is refined by itself, but obviously, it has a kind of spirituality higher than its own life, but I don't know why at this time. Zhang Chong can't break this truth in his heart, but he doesn't think about it. In his opinion, this ancient furnace is only afraid that it will be refined to the end and will become a treasure like the nine heavenly soldiers. The spiritual treasure is born of heaven and earth. Whether it is born in the essence of vegetation, between mountains, rivers and rivers, or in the body of the strong, it is possible.

Compared with the exploration of the origin of this ancient divine furnace, Zhang Chong is more interested in the understanding of the wisp of breath refined by the divine furnace. His hand stretched out and grabbed one of the breaths, and almost in an instant, he stood in that place, and his eyes were as white as a dead fish. The color.