Chapter 911: The rise of cultivation

However, Shen Chong didn't know that in the depths of the gray fog, there was a pair of eyes staring at him closely.

It is such a terrible cultivation to be able to expose your eyes in this endless gray fog. At first, the owner of this eye was still a little curious and playful, but when the gods flew out and emitted the ancient flood and famine, there was a trace of surprise. This is the pure breath of the flood and famine artifact, even if it is immortal. The world is also extremely rare. Almost every supreme artifact is controlled by a big man like Tianzun. How can it fall to the lower world?

When you see the battle map of the gods refining and absorbing Hongmeng purple gas, the surprise turns into a shock. The supreme Honghuang artifact can only be stimulated by the immortal strong man who has reached the cultivation above the immortal master.

"Good! OK! OK!"

After seeing this scene, the owner of those eyes couldn't help laughing, and a huge force spread out, making the whole gray fog tremble.

But in just a moment, the laughter dissipated. Countless white silk came out of the gray fog and rolled into the depths of the gray fog, and soon rolled into a huge white silk cocoon, like a silk chrysalis, close and strong.

In the white silk cocoon, there is a Taoist in gray, with an old face, revealing a spirit of gray defeat. The hero is late, and the intention of decay appears all over his body. Under the suppression of the white silk cocoon, his power has been deeply locked, and he can't even move.

But in his eyes, anger and excitement were revealed. He stared at the endless void and roared, "Hongmeng Tianzun, the Hongmeng purple qi you left has been refined. This lock sky array can't lock me up for a long time. When I get out of trouble, I will definitely kill the fairyland and pull you down to the position of Tianzun, and be fierce. Trampling under your feet."

With the roar of the Taoist in gray, his breath suddenly spewed out, and the white silk around him was broken, and the sound shocked the heavens, sweeping away the fog of thousands of miles. The immortals rolled, the magic flames churned, and his face was also sometimes kind, sometimes fierce, and the immortals and demons appeared together, strong and horrible.

However, it still did not rush out of the shackles of the white silk light cocoon. Soon, more and more white silk accumulated, and the huge light cocoon suppressed the breath of the gray Taoist again.

"Honghuang supreme artifact, where the opportunity is, I didn't expect that my hope of getting out of trouble would fall on this boy." The voice of the Taoist in gray became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.

If Shen Chong saw this gray-clothed Taoist, he may still have a little impression that this person is vaguely like the fortune teller Shen Chong accidentally met in Jingyang City.

This gray-clad old man was suppressed in this Hongmeng lock sky array. I don't know how long it has been. In these long years, he occasionally incarnates to escape. Shen Chong met in Jingyang City was just one of them.

The fate of that year was not a friendship at all. Even Zhenyuan Xianzun did not expect that he had been suppressed for hundreds of millions of years. Xianyuan was worn out, and his strength was far less than one hundred millionth of his heyday. When even Shouyuan was almost exhausted, he had the hope of getting out of trouble. In the lower world, there were people who could refine Hongmeng purple gas. I'm afraid even Hongmeng Tianzun didn't expect it.

Apart from Zhenyuan Xianzun's efforts to support under the suppression of the light cocoon, Shen Chong's thousands of incarnations, after searching in the gray fog for a long time, finally gained.

Although the gray fog is huge, there are not many Hongmeng purple gas. Thousands of incarnations flew away and searched for several hours before another one appeared.

With the experience of refining the first way, Shen Chong was full of confidence. He reported Yuan Shouyi and drove the reincarnation of the heavens with all his strength. When the war map of the gods sensed Hongmeng purple gas, it had already flown out automatically. The huge battle map spread out. The virtual shadows of the nine ancient gods presented and laid a large array. In an instant, the Hongmeng purple gas Roll it in.

Another painful torture. Shen Chong's body keeps blowing up and recombining, and his body becomes stronger and stronger. Although his strength is still increasing, it is far from the effect of the first refining.

However, Shen Chong felt that the battle map seemed to be getting closer and closer to him. He finally had the opportunity to see the world in the battle map of the gods. It was a desolate and wide world, with only heaven and earth, the divine wind blowing, and no creatures. But in the world, nine tall statues stood up, holding up this world and earth. It emits a strong and horrible breath, which is the spirit of the reincarnation of the heavens, supreme, solemn and sacred.

This world is strong and arrogant. Shen Chong's will came, but it was scattered in an instant and could not go deep at all.

However, this is at least a beginning. Shen Chong is confident that with the growth of his cultivation, he will be able to control this battle map sooner or later, and he has felt that the war map of the gods is precious and powerful, even above the 33-day map.

With this Hongmeng purple gas, Shen Chong not only opened the battle map of the gods, but also, driven by powerful energy, the mysterious treasures of the heavens also metamorphed into Zhongpin immortals one by one.

Tiandi Unbounded Monument, Zhentian Unlevel Seal, Xuanhuang Tongtian Tower, Honghuang Killing God Axe, Zhumo Fengshen Sword, Tianyin Luo Umbrella, these six treasures have been promoted one after another. With the strength of the original immortal weapon, Shen Chong's broken origin is also growing, reaching 25,000, and there is no end, and there seems to be room for growth.

This is the strength of the mysterious treasure of the heavens. The general master of the bone realm, with thousands of broken origins, will explode and die, but Shen Chong will not. If the energy is enough, the grade of the immortal weapon will be improved again, and the power will increase again.

The virtual shadows of the nine ancient gods, holding the mysterious treasures of the heavens. This set of treasures is also more and more closely compatible with the battle map. The power is powerful and horrible, and the pressure emitted actually oppresses the gray fog within a hundred miles.

Only the yin and yang beads have not been promoted. This last treasure is the most mysterious, but it is also the most difficult to refine. If the yin and yang beads are also promoted to the middle-quality fairy, the power of this whole set of treasures can reach another level, and I'm afraid it can be far above the top fairy.

"It's still a little short. If I can refine another Hongmeng purple gas, I will be 100% sure to promote the soul realm."

Shen Chong took a breath. With the broken origin alone, his power has far surpassed Chen Yuanhao. Even if he does not rely on the life and death wheel of the heavens, he is sure to defeat Chen Yuanhao.

But for the rise of the realm, there always seems to be something worse. Once he steps into the soul realm, with the treasure of the heavens, he even has the power to compete with the lord of the storm world.

Suddenly, Shen Chong's eyes moved slightly. In his induction, thousands of incarnations that had just been emitted disappeared, and it was not because of Hongmeng Ziqi, it seemed that he was killed by someone in an instant.

"Hey hey, the opportunity to revenge comes so fast." Shen Chong showed a strange smile at the corners of his mouth. In this gray fog, he was not the only one. Chen Yuanhao and Chen Kun's uncle and nephew were also among them. With their strength, they could not die so easily.

"Well, I guess these two people never dreamed that in such a short time, the form has been reversed, and it's my turn to hunt down these two people." Shen Chong sneered, and his figure disappeared in an instant, refining two Hongmeng purple gas. The pressure of this thick fog on him could hardly be felt. Although he was still trapped, his speed was not affected.

Ten thousand miles away, under the package of gray fog, Chen Kun is constantly roaring. He has been through the thick fog for a long time. Every step forward, he consumes a lot of mana, and the true vitality cannot be replenished, and one point is less.

But Chen Kun is not a person who is waiting to die. With his rich background and extraordinary sense, he finds a direction and keeps shuttle in the gray fog. Although the feeling is right, this gray fog is not static. It needs constant calculation and consumes mana.

"Damn it, how can that boy not be suppressed by the gray fog, and even distinguish his incarnation to explore the way."

After seeing Shen Chong's incarnation, the two were ecstatic, thinking that they could have a chance to kill each other and seize all kinds of secrets, but as soon as they took action, they knew that it was wrong. The other party was not only not oppressed, but also able to release the incarnation, which showed that the other party's situation was much better than his own.

"Is it the treasure of the heavens, or the strangeness of the thirty-three-day Taoism?" Chen Yuanhao also complained secretly in his heart and said hesitantly.