Chapter 398 The Supreme Immortal Path (2)
The original owner thought she could complete the task, but she didn't.
The seal is broken.
The original owner also died here.
The timeline Chuzheng was in at this time was before the death of the original owner.
Chuzheng: "..."
Can it be a little later?
This will make me cool!
Chuzheng looked at the strong wind visible to the naked eye, and I was scared to death.
Is it appropriate to treat a delicate little girl like me like this? !
Chuzheng thought, should she run away now?
Or should we seal this thing away?
It's so troublesome to seal...
Better run.
Gang Feng seemed to be conscious. When he saw Chu Zheng moving, he immediately changed his direction and attacked her.
Chuzheng: "!!"
Don't come over here!
The strong wind hit him straight.
Silver light suddenly appeared.
Chu Zheng fell to the ground from the silver light, and looked up at the wind splitting into countless strands in the sky.
Chuzheng's behavior seemed to anger this strong wind.
The wind of division began to grow.
Chuzheng: "!!"
call--
Gangfeng crisscrossed past Chu Zheng.
Chuzheng kept dodging and ducking through the gaps. The strong wind blew on her face, and she seemed to smell the strong smell of blood.
Chuzheng stretched out her hand and touched blood.
Broken... Broken? !
damn thing!
Chuzheng looked expressionlessly at the circular altar a few steps away.
She ran up to the altar in a few steps before the strong wind swept over her again.
People in the God Realm say that it is necessary to use the power of God to seal it, which is indeed true.
The original owner was almost successful in sealing it before, but someone suddenly attacked her, leading to the current situation.
These strong winds came out of the seal.
Gangfeng seemed to have real intelligence. When he saw Chuzheng rushing to the altar, he immediately became anxious.
Like a headless fly, it keeps rushing past.
However, there seemed to be an invisible barrier surrounding Chuzheng, isolating Gangfeng from outside.
Chuzheng lowered her head and looked at the altar.
The altar is made of a material similar to white jade, with patterns carved on the surface.
Chuzheng thought about it for a moment and felt that it looked a bit like—a dog?
What kind of seal is this?
At this time, light overflowed from the notches in the pattern, as if something was about to break through the altar and come out.
"Click——"
Where Chuzheng stepped on it, cracks began to appear.
Chuzheng stepped back, and the cracks followed her movement.
Chuzheng: "..."
It's over, it's over.
What’s inside is coming out!
Chu Zheng's mind quickly flashed through the original owner's previous actions.
She jumped off the altar.
The sound of clicking clicked continuously.
The light on the altar grew stronger and stronger.
Chuzheng quickly followed what the original owner had done before and used magic to stabilize the altar.
However, the cracking speed of the altar has not slowed down, and there is a protrusion in the center of the altar.
Chuzheng grabbed the silver thread and hit it directly.
Before the contents of the altar came out, they were suddenly pulled by the silver cord.
In a daze, Chuzheng seemed to see a dog head...
But that was just a fleeting image.
Chu Zheng quickly formed seals.
The altar glowed brightly, and the cracked lines gradually recovered.
The surrounding Gangfeng seemed unwilling to give in, making a whining sound that made Chuzheng's ears hurt and all she could think about was to do something wrong.
Just when she was distracted for a moment, the altar suddenly began to shake again.
It felt like something was hitting the altar below.
Chuzheng quickly concentrated.
The silver thread tightly wrapped the altar, and the dull sound of impact was endless.
Until the altar pattern is restored.
Chuzheng felt like her body had been hollowed out and she was extremely tired.
Fortunately, the altar has returned to normal.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
However, before he could relax, his back felt cold.
The silver light flew past her cheek and hit the strong wind behind her.
The Gangfeng split into two parts, one was wrapped with silver thread, and the other directly hit Chuzheng.
Chuzheng had just consumed so much strength, and her body was weak at this time. The strong wind hit her. Although Chuzheng avoided it, her feet still slipped and she fell on the altar.
Meet the eyes carved on the altar.
The eyes suddenly blinked.
Chuzheng: "!!!"
Can...can move! Live!
It’s become a sperm! !
Chuzheng took a deep, calming breath.
Nothing was seen.
Nothing was seen.
She stood up suddenly, turned around expressionlessly, calmly smoothed down her hair and patted the hem of her clothes.
Maybe it was because the altar was sealed again, and the wind was messed up by the silver thread, and gradually dissipated in the air.
Chuzheng felt the wind blowing at the hem of her skirt and slowly wrapping around her wrists and cheeks.
Like the gentlest wind in spring, gently brushing against the cheeks and disappearing in an instant.
The whole space became quiet.
Chuzheng was very depressed.
Why am I so unlucky!
Why am I so unlucky!
Why do you want to attack such a poor little guy like me!
Do you have any sense of public morality?
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Half an hour later.
Chuzheng leaned against the altar without any image, her little face full of seriousness and seriousness, as if she was thinking about major events in life.
At this moment, Chuzheng's heart was full of indifference.
How do I get out of this hellish place! ?
When she came in, other gods led the way, and she didn't know how to get in at all.
As a result, the group abandoned him and ran away.
Therefore, in the memory of the original owner, there was no way out.
She just tried to walk forward for a certain distance, but she didn't go far before she returned to the altar.
never mind.
Let's talk after some sleep.
She is so tired.
Chuzheng not only wanted to sleep, she also wanted to sleep comfortably.
He took out a chair from the space and placed it next to the altar.
I lay down and closed my eyes and there was no movement.
Sleep in seconds!
[...] When did the young lady stuff it inside?
etc!
Is this place suitable for sleeping, young lady?
Aren't you afraid that something will come out and kill you? !
Wang Zhehao didn't know whether to complain about his little sister's big heart or her overconfidence and arrogance.
When Chuzheng was sleeping, she felt that the power in her body was recovering automatically.
So she sleeps more comfortably.
In a quiet space.
The altar was like a giant beast lying on the ground, and next to it was a little girl lying on a chair.
The picture is a bit weird for no reason.
I don't know how long it took, but the little girl on the rocking chair slowly opened her eyes.
The cold and indifferent eyes are like the purest stream in the world, allowing people to see their own souls.
Those eyes looked quietly into the void.
For a moment, blink gently.
The little girl sat up on the chair.
She first went to the altar to take a look.
Just stare at the eyes carved on the altar.
There was no movement.
It was as if it was her illusion before.
[Miss, do you know how long you have slept? 】The sound of the King's Horn sounded.
Chu Zheng had a cold face.
How long can it last?
It can’t be a thousand years, right?
[…] That’s not true: [You slept for three months. 】
oh.
I am a god, what does sleeping for three months mean?
It's not a problem to sleep for hundreds of years.
It’s nice not to have to spend money.
Chuzheng lay down happily and continued to sleep.
【...Miss! ! 】
The King roared.
[Can you please leave here? 】How can you complete your mission if you stay here? ! Can you be a little more motivated!
I don't.
【Little sister! 】Wang Zhehao took a deep breath and couldn't be angry. She is the host. She must serve with a smile and with quality: 【If you don't know how to get out, I will also issue a task for you. Miss, please don't force me. 】
Chuzheng: "!!"
Who is forcing whom?
I won’t even let you sleep!
Are you a devil? !
