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A storm passed, and the crowd began to disperse.

Until the end of the day, there were only Chu Chen, Yu Ziling, Luo Lao, Yu Zhenyu and Ji Changge.

"The world of young people..." Luo Lao can't help sighing, this sigh, more or less with a sense of desolation, to see today's performance of Chu Chen, he had to admit that he was old.

In the first battle of red blood Tiantai, he fought with the four forces and killed the three powerful ones. The astonishment of the battle made Lao Luo feel old. After all, this world belongs to young people, and time is not with me.

"No matter how powerful I am, I am also your student." Chu Chen heard the lonely meaning in the old words of Luo and said. The martial arts must never have the heart of late evening, which is not conducive to cultivation.

"Indeed, no matter how good you are, you are also my student. Having students like you is also my proudest thing." Luo Lao's wrinkle of vicissitudes unfolds, showing a trace of happy smile. At the beginning, his whole heart was to accept Chu Chen as a student, and to follow him was to see Chu Chen's talent and potential. Now, Chu Chen has grown up, and Lao Luo should be happy.

"Mansion Lord, and Luo Lao, you go first. I want to spend a little more time alone in the red blood rooftop." This place is of great significance to him. Chu Chen wants to stay alone and feel the tragedy more than 100 years ago.

"Good." Seeing through Chu Chen's intention, Yu Zhenyu nodded and immediately left with Luo Lao.

"Chu Chen, even if you have no relatives, I will always be by your side." Yu Ziling said inexplicably.

Chu Chen heart a warm, gently touched her hair, showing a brilliant smile, there is nothing without this sentence, at this time, more can comfort the heart of the injury.

In the red blood Tiantai, at the meeting of Zhu Jun, Chu Chen killed two elders, he yanyumeng, and three powerful martial artists. All of them fought across the border. The first World War established an unshakable reputation. There is no doubt that Chu Chen is the most famous genius in the holy land.

When the external turmoil surged, Chu Chen sat on the red blood rooftop for three consecutive days, and his mood was enlightened and his mood was closer to Dacheng.

At the same time, he studied Shinto carefully and began to practice.

Three days later, Chu Chen left the red blood rooftop and looked at the distant sky. He was like a black dragon.

That direction is not Xianfu.

The abyss of death, the forbidden area of life, as usual, is silent, only the terrible breath of death is floating, the ground is full of dead bones, and the air of death is everywhere.

This is a place that even the strong in the heaven and martial arts dare not enter. Once in, the Qi of death will erode, and the head of Shao is white. Even before the abyss of death has entered, it will turn into a dead bone.

At this time, in the distant desolate land, suddenly appeared a fuzzy figure, feet do not touch the ground, flying in the air.

But in the blink of an eye, this figure came to the outer side of the abyss of death. In a moment, he stopped his body, and there was a burst of blue air under his feet.

"Father, I'm here."

The young man raised his face and saw that it was Chu Chen, a pair of firm and incomparable eyes, revealing a trace of excitement.

Three years later, Chu Chen once again came to the abyss of death.

But this time, his mood is far different from that of the last time, and his task is not the same. This time, Chu Chen is running into the real abyss of death to find his father.

"Boom Chu Chen did not delay, with the heart of excitement, step into the abyss of death, suddenly, a terrible breath of death quietly swallowed up, giving a strong crisis.

"The spirit of war in the long run." Chu Chen's face was tough, and he didn't use the power of burning the sky. Relying on the powerful cultivation of his body, he blocked this wisp of death Qi.

Immediately, he took a firm step toward the dark abyss covered by the air of death, and walked step by step.

The air of death is floating all over the sky. The forest and white bones at the foot and the great posture of Chu Chen gradually disappear in the sight.

Half an hour later, the spirit of death became more and more intense, swallowing all the vitality. Chu Chen felt that the vitality was being torn by a big hand of five elements, as if it had been torn directly. The breath in his heart was gradually unable to hold.

"As far as my current cultivation is concerned, I can only advance for half an hour, but in this half hour, I have only taken about 300 steps."

However, only those who have experienced it can feel how difficult the three hundred steps are. It is impossible for any person who respects the highest level of martial arts to walk 300 steps, or even 200 steps.

"The power to burn the sky." Chu Chen knows that he can't bear it any more. If he is forced to support it, his life will collapse in disorder, and the gain is not worth the loss.

Among the ten martial veins, a palpitating force suddenly burst out, which greatly increased the momentum of Chu Chen. With a whiff, the power of burning the sky turned into a stream of air and pushed it out, killing the surrounding air of death.

The power of burning the sky is bombarded by jiuxiao God thunder. The ancient road pattern is condensed and combined with the martial veins. It has a mysterious and unpredictable power.

The tenth pulse of Chu Chen's martial arts lies just outside the limit of the nine. It is a variable. The power of burning the sky is a glimmer of hope in the variables, which can just restrain the swallowing of the Qi of death. Beyond the extreme limit, the Qi of death cannot be swallowed up. It is even more antagonistic to the force of burning the sky, which represents a glimmer of hope.With the power of burning the sky and surrounding the whole body, Chu Chen's pressure suddenly reduced, shuttling in the endless atmosphere of death, and approaching the abyss of death.

A day later, Chu Chen arrived at the center of the abyss of death. In front of him, a huge abyss hundreds of feet wide appeared. The breath of death converged into a black barrier, making Chu Chen unable to see the real face below.

The sudden appearance of the abyss, like an open mouth of a giant beast, swallowing the people who stepped in, even Chu Chen's soul power, could not be avoided, and disappeared in a moment.

Chu Chen is standing on an extended hill at the edge of the abyss at the moment. If he goes further, he will fall into the endless abyss. The breath of death bursts out from below and makes a roar. It seems that he has come to the gate of the nine hell.

Chu Chen's body revolves around the power of burning the sky. In this gray and silent world, Chu Chen exudes the only colorful light. His eyes stare at the endless abyss, and suddenly he jumps into the abyss like a carp.

The rapid speed of decline makes the power of burning the sky fluctuate. Chu Chen can feel that there are waves of death like gas, and waves after waves of impact. He wants to tear up the power of burning the sky and devour his vitality.

If I take away the power of burning the sky, it will be broken into pieces in less than a second. Chu Chen has no doubt about the secret road. Even the power of burning the sky has appeared an irresistible posture at this moment, not to mention how terrible the body will suffer if exposed.

"I don't know how my father got into the abyss of death." Chu Chen couldn't bear to be surprised. In such a rapid decline, his power of burning the sky was being weakened a little bit. The fierce friction gave off a gorgeous light, like a meteor, falling into the boundless abyss.