Prehistoric life

At the critical moment, as Zhou Cheng roared at the top of his lungs, a figure flew out from the dark thing behind him.

This is a dark figure, with no facial features visible, only the outline.

He is tall and thin, with two wings on his back. He is holding a long sword in his hand, which is also a black shadow. If you look closely, you can see that the fǎngfo is made of feathers.

As soon as this figure appeared, Ao Wuming's pupils not far away immediately shrank, and he felt a great danger.

The figure's aura was the same as Zhou Cheng's, but it was a golden immortal, but its aura was quite terrifying. It felt like seeing the return of an unparalleled overlord.

"This...impossible!" Someone exclaimed loudly, almost losing his composure. They were Taoist Yuqing and Taoist Shangqing who were watching the battle from a distance.

Whether it was Zhou Cheng's amazing performance before or the sudden appearance of the white-haired man, it only surprised the two of them, but it was nothing serious. After all, they had experienced too many things, had memories that others did not have, and had an innate ability.

A sense of superiority.

But the figure in front of them, with only an outline but no facial features, shocked the two of them. It was as if they had seen something impossible. How could they still have the calm and calm appearance of Sanqing Taoist?

That figure is so familiar. It once dominated the sky, conquered the world, defeated many heroes in the world, and gained the reputation of overlord.

Even though he experienced the loss of his family and was left alone in the world, he could not shake his questioning mind.

In times of crisis, you can turn the tide and for the sake of the overall situation, you can put aside your hatred and let go of the past. For the sake of the world, you can cut out with one sword and play the elegy of the doomsday battle.

He acts magnanimously throughout his life, disdains plots and calculations, and is not afraid of all kinds of challenges. Throughout his life, he always wins with integrity, no matter how big or small the battle is.

His strength was so strong. Even Pangu, who claimed to have killed countless people, could only say that he could remain undefeated when facing this person at the same level.

"Ba...Wang Zhaolei. How could it be him? How could it be possible!"

The two people who had a second life thought that those outstanding people from back then would return to the world, but they never thought that it would be in this way and on such an occasion.

The three people who are said to be the incarnations of Pangu Yuanshen have many memories of Pangu, and they are very passionate about this person.

This was an absolutely ruthless man in the last era, a ruthless man who impressed the ancient supreme being with his overwhelming strength and was willing to take him as the master. A ruthless man who even Pangu would call his elder brother.

Both of them looked at the Master of the Panshen Tiangong Palace as if they had seen a ghost. They believed that he must know something that they did not know.

But even at this moment, the Palace Master of Panshen Tiangong looked excited and was just trying not to lose his composure.

The sect masters of many holy places looked at the few people with doubts, and they were quite puzzled. Although they also felt that the figure was unusual, after all, it did not have the aura of the Golden Immortal realm, so what could it do.

However, no one needed to explain, what happened in front of them immediately shocked them.

A black shadow appeared, as if the unparalleled overlord had returned. Standing behind Zhou Cheng, facing the overwhelming attack, he seemed not to feel it and remained motionless.

But when everyone reached a certain level, the black shadow suddenly disappeared.

Before anyone could react, in an instant, countless black feathers fell from the sky. They were like heavy black snow, covering the surrounding areas.

Everything in front of me exudes indescribable weirdness and even some evil beauty, but behind it all, there is a terrifying murderous intention.

The black feathers and body turned into countless sword energies in an instant, not as shadows, but as substance.

"Ah...ah!" Countless screams came and went, but tens of thousands of monks were seen coming, and the monks who were unfavorable to Zhou Cheng were like mosquitoes after autumn, falling one after another.

"Yu...Luochen! It's really him!" Taoist Yuqing's figure trembled. Seeing the hero again, he was so excited that he couldn't contain himself.

"What kind of skill is this!" Countless people were shocked, wondering how such a change occurred after the black shadow disappeared. Everyone thought that Zhou Cheng used some kind of skill that they didn't know to cause the black snow in the sky.

Only those strong men at the sect master level could see everything that happened. The black shadow shot up to Jiutian at an extremely fast speed, and then killed it down again at an extremely fast speed.

Every snowflake is his sword energy, and amid the chaos, it's like heavy snowfall.

It's just that after seeing everything, they were more shocked than others. The speed was so fast that people's hearts trembled.

It's obviously just the aura of the Golden Immortal, but its speed is actually comparable to that of the Saint. What kind of shadow is this, and how can it be so terrifying?

They feel horrified just by looking at it, not to mention people who are actually there.

Shi Ziye looked around, not understanding what was going on. He suddenly felt a chill in his chest. When he lowered his head, he saw that the sternum had been cut open and he could see the internal organs.

His pupils shrank, he howled in pain, and his whole body fell like a kite with its string cut off. It was only at this moment that the instinctive reaction brought about by his Martial God Dao Body gave him a warning sign.

After Shi Ziye, the Shattered Dao Body also encountered the same bad luck. The Shattered Black Light could not provide him with any protection. By the time he felt bad, his sternum had been cut open and he fell seriously injured.

The Lishen Taoist body followed suit again, activating the magical powers of Fa Tianxiang and Earth to resist. However, when the snowflakes passed by, the whole person's limbs had been cut off, and the chest and abdomen were cut open.

With a cry of pain, he fell from the sky, and his huge body quickly returned to normal. He actually lost consciousness and fell into coma.

Neither the Dark Dao Body nor the Light Dao Body escaped each other's attacks. When warning signs arose in their hearts, they fell to the ground unconscious.

Vaguely, an invisible black shadow crisscrossed the entire sky. He sealed off this area, and anyone who entered this space would become his target. Not only Jinxian, but also Daluo Jinxian and even Taiyi Jinxian. All are invincible.

The Wind Spirit Dao Body, the Thunder Spirit Dao Body, the Music Spirit Dao Body... fell from the air one by one. They were seriously injured. Although they were not dead, they were no longer able to fight, and they even did not dare to fight anymore.

In their vague spiritual consciousness, they could feel the black snowflakes falling across the sky, like snowflakes falling, among the many monks. Everyone had the same thought in their hearts: What is this and why is it so terrifying?

The so-called elites, the so-called innate Taoists, were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of this black shadow, unable to produce any resistance.

The attack continued, and everyone was seriously injured and fell. No one died, but no one could stand up and fight again.

It's okay if one or two people are like this. It's no coincidence that everyone is like this. It's obvious that the other party's grasp of power has reached its peak.

After the entire space was cleared, the black shadow reappeared behind Zhou Cheng.

He follows step by step, neither far nor near, just like a shadow.

Ao Wuming on Jingyuan Mountain opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

This is the God of War, this is the Overlord.

With one sword, the storm rises and the dust is swept away. (To be continued...)