Chapter 910: Great opportunity

Wow!

In the gray fog, I don't know the time, I don't know the space, and I can't even get in touch with the world. I don't know how long it took for Shen Chong to take a breath. The mana recovered, the injury healed, and even the origin was slowly growing.

However, the damage of Zhutian Xuanming Zhibao is more serious than the last time. It is almost on the edge of the falling grade, and there are traces of cracking everywhere. I'm afraid it can't be used for a long time.

During this period, Shen Chong has been constantly exploring everything nearby. In the gray fog, it is not a dimness. There is a faint dark light, but it makes the fog more mysterious.

However, his mind was also limited to a hundred feet, and he could not see anything except the faintly permeated purple gas.

"In addition to Hongmeng Ziqi, what else is there? Why do you feel so familiar with it? Not only is it not suppressed, but it can also absorb the spirit of Zhenyuan." Shen Chong was surprised.

According to the ancient Taoist scriptures, Hongmeng purple gas can only be refined by immortals with profound cultivation. For any monk in the lower world, it is highly poisonous. Even the derived gray fog is an extremely horrible thing. Not only is every trace as heavy as a mountain, but it is also isolated from everything, and it is impossible to absorb any vitality.

Shen Chong was secretly shocked by his strangeness in the gray fog, and in the depths of the gray fog, the extremely dangerous feeling became more and more intense, bothering himself from time to time. Although there was no such a strong sense of oppression, he also lost his way in the face of the endless fog.

The treasures of the heavens are damaged, and the calculation ability of the yin and yang balls in the sky is also greatly reduced. As for the divine mind, it is not useful at all in the thick fog. However, Shen Chong will not sit and wait. Although he is trapped here, it will not affect his practice, but he does not want to stay here for a long time.

Thirty-three days of Taoism, seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck, continuous luck. In an instant, Shen Chong hit hundreds of soaks in a row. Although it is not the peerless magic power of the heart of heaven, each dotachment is also very strong, at least the speed is not slow in the gray fog.

In this way, Shen Chong's vision has expanded a hundred times. With his unique advantages, it is not impossible to escape from this gray fog if he is not too unlucky.

In this way, Shen Chong explored the way with his split and groped forward. Although the speed was not fast, he did not encounter any danger.

Suddenly, in the distance, a purple light suddenly appeared, swam quickly, like a dragon, and the speed was extremely fast. Shen Chong's dotch was swept by the purple light, and in an instant, it was extinguished.

"Hongmeng Ziqi." Shen Chong's eyes shrank. Naturally, he heard about the supreme vitality of the fairyland. Such immortality is not the existence that he can touch at all.

Just in an instant, dozens of incarnations were swept by this purple gas, and even the divine thoughts did not come back, and they collapsed in an instant.

Shen Chong also dares not neglect. His body moves and his breath is hidden. For this Hongmeng purple gas, he can't touch it or fight it. There is no other way but to avoid it.

However, I don't know why, this purple gas seemed to be staring at him, tightly entangling him and rolling over quickly.

"What's the matter?" Shen Chong was shocked. Although he was not much oppressed by the gray fog, it also greatly affected his speed. It seemed that he would soon be entangled by this Hongmeng purple gas.

Huh!

When it got closer, Shen Chong saw the purple gas clearly, but it was three inches long, like a silk, but it was a dragon, containing the power of terror and emitting a brilliant light. Before he approached, there was a strong breath oppressing him, forcing him to breathe.

Boom!

When this Hongmeng purple gas approached, Shen Chong's body also shined brightly. It was also an ancient and far-reaching breath, but not the breath of Shen Chong, but the breath of the ancient gods.

The battle map of the gods!

This battle map records the nine gods. The origin is mysterious. Although it is obtained from the witchcraft, it is definitely a thing of the fairyland, and it is very closely related to the reincarnation of the heavens. It can absorb all kinds of evil qi, and even absorb the Shiyuan demon qi. The strength is already horrible.

However, although this battle map has helped himself many times, Shen Chong can't fully stimulate it, and now it strangely emits huge power.

"Is it because of the war map of the gods that I can absorb the vitality here?"

Shen Chong was secretly shocked, but he couldn't control his body. The huge battle map appeared on his head, and the nine ancient gods also condensed into a body. Each holding a treasure in his hand was Shen Chong's original immortal weapon, the mysterious treasure of the heavens.

Boom!

Shen Chong had no time to think at all. The Hongmeng purple gas, which was only three inches long, had arrived in front of him, but did not penetrate into Shen Chong's body, but penetrated into the battle map of the gods.

In a moment, the battle map of the gods was covered with a layer of purple light, and the nine ancient gods were also covered with a layer of purple glow.

The violent power spread, but the power of the aftermath was made Shen Chong unable to bear it. Such as lightning strikes, such as electric drills, and a group of storms exploded in the world in his body, which was far more terrible than the power of the 18th princes and Chen Yuanhao's joint hands. The damage also increased exponentially, and Shen Chong's genhen almost collapsed.

"The reincarnation of the heavens, the earth is one, all laws are immortal, and the soul is immortal..."

Although he suffered great pain, Shen Chong's wisdom did not dissipate for a moment. His body had been cut by the storm, but his genu spirit was firmly protected by the soul tree.

And the Taoism of Shen Chong's operation has also changed from the thirty-three-three Taoism to the reincarnation of the heavens. The breath of the reincarnation of the heavens spread, and the runes condensed all around him, and he tried his best to use the power of the gods' war map to counterbalance Hongmeng purple gas.

His body shattered again and again, but it condensed again and again. The body could be decayed and the bones could be worn out, but his soul was baptized. In the boundless pain, he gradually understood the meaning of the bone realm.

Originally, he had learned a lot about the mystery of transforming the soul from the immortals, and coupled with his own understanding, at this time, he was qualified to attack this realm, but he was only qualified. Not to mention that the current difficulties had not been passed, even if he began to attack, the possibility of failure was very great. There was no other reason. His origin is too rich. Every breakthrough in the realm requires dozens or even hundreds of times more vitality than that of monks of the same level.

I don't know how long it took before the purple gas on the battle map of the gods gradually dispersed, and the nine ancient gods also recovered as usual. A huge force spread out of Shen Chong's body, condensing his body stronger.

"This is..."

After Shen Chong was slightly stunned, he couldn't help but be ecstatic. Hongmeng purple gas was not only completely absorbed by the gods' battle map, but also the overflowing energy, which made the Xuanming treasure of the heavens more powerful. The original essence was completely restored. In the hands of the nine ancient gods, it burst out a dazzling and brilliant light.

Above the head, the gods kept pouring purple light, washing Shen Chong's body over and over again.

Shen Chong had a feeling of endless increase in strength. He sat in the gray fog, closed his eyes, and tried his best to run the mana. After the refining of the gods' battle map, he integrated into his body. His power was constantly climbing, and the original power reached a terrible level, breaking through 20,000 channels. Pass, the body is full of purple gas, and the body is constantly shaking.

No one thought that the Hongmeng purple gas, which even the real immortals could not refine and absorb, would be absorbed by the broken monks. Although it has been filtered by the battle map of the gods, the energy produced is also extremely horrible.

At this time, Shen Chong's power has completely surpassed Chen Kun and Chen Yuanhao, and the mysterious treasures of the heavens have also been completely repaired. If he meets these two people again, he doesn't have to escape at all.

Sure enough, there are opportunities in dangerous places. This Hongmeng purple gas is a highly poisonous and horrible thing for others, but under the battle map of the gods, it is its own endless source of energy. If you refine a Hongmeng purple gas again, I'm afraid that Shen Chongli's soul realm will go further.

"Okay, find another Hongmeng Ziqi."

Although the refining process is painful, the harvest is too great. Even if it is a little risky, it is worth it. This purple gas is my own great opportunity.

Shen Chong took a breath, his body trembled, and thousands of incarnations flew out of the air and spread in all directions.