Before he finished speaking, the old man's body exploded and turned into stars in the sky again, constantly changing, and finally turned into a sentence "My friend, we are waiting for you there..."
"Hiss~"
“Woooooo~”
"Roar~"
Then all kinds of gloomy roars resounded throughout the world, like an old man leaving. In this world of ghosts, the ghosts resurrected again, and various souls sped in the sky, instantly spreading the entire underworld, covering the entire earth.
"Everything will turn back when extreme, one yin and one yang,"
Chu Ming spoke softly, as if he had an enlightenment.
When he opened his eyes again, a ray of light flashed in his eyes: "A monster, there is the aura of your world rat clan in the north. Absorb and fuse, and you will definitely get a qualitative leap,"
"Hiss~" Ah Monster let out a very refreshing rat roar and galloped towards the north.
At the same time, Chu Ming sat cross-legged, and there were whistling mists around him, as if he wanted to swallow him alive. A golden light flashed in Chu Ming's eyes, and he snorted coldly, and his arms pressed hard on the earth, like thunder: "With my Human Emperor's fate, the secret of luck and death, merging,"
This is Chu Ming’s final plan for entering the Ming Tomb.
He has the Life-Treading Art, which can be summoned and even merged with the power of the undead.
Since one person cannot fight, the power of thousands or even tens of thousands will be gathered.
In this dark place, Chu Ming is like a dazzling golden sun.
Before he finished speaking, his body was like a huge vortex, and a mysterious pattern appeared above his head, as if it was a blood-colored giant, overlooking the sky. At the same time, when the huge suction force came out, the surrounding resentful spirits roared in horror, trying to escape, but they could not break free from Chu Ming's shackles.
With a pinch of fingers, Chu Ming sniffed: "Help me fight, Chu promised to reshape the cycle of reincarnation on the day of enlightenment."
At the same time, Chu Ming pointed his right hand towards his eyebrows, and a blood light flashed: "Rong,"
The sucking force was even stronger when the word was released. Near Chu Ming, a resentful spirit holding a battle knife roared into his eyebrows by Chu Ming. Chu Ming's whole body trembled and his face turned pale, as if a huge force exploded in his body.
You should know that those who can enter this place are all strong people during their lifetime. Their souls are so powerful. If Chu Ming had not been comforted by the Life-Training Art, he would not dare to absorb the soul so rampantly.
Chu Ming is like a huge vortex in the sea, which continues to expand from the suction force of a hundred miles in a radius, thousands of miles, tens of thousands of miles, hundreds of thousands of miles, millions of miles, and millions of miles, and continues to absorb, as if he wants to merge the power of the whole world's resentment before he can stop.
At the same time, as time in the outside world continued to pass, it was approaching the day Chu Ming agreed upon.
In the Hero Continent, more and more people in the Chutian Realm were coming. Looking at the sky, it was densely packed with cracks like spider webs, extremely rich, as if it would completely collapse in the next breath, and it would make everyone difficult to breathe.
Lao Gui and others stood in the air, staring at the broken sky, and spoke softly: "There are two days left, Ming'er..."
Everyone already knew where Chu Ming was going, but at the current level of battle, they could not intervene at all, and could only press all hope on Chu Ming.
In the underworld tomb, looking around, there was no soul in the sight of his eyes. Chu Ming was wrapped in something pale white like a cocoon. The world mouse lay above the cocoon, closing his eyes, as if waiting for Chu Ming to wake up.