Chapter 398: The Supreme Way (2)

The original owner thought she could complete this task, but she didn't.
The seal was broken.
And the original owner died here.
The timeline that Chu Zheng was in at this time was before the death of the original owner.
Chu Zheng: "..."
Can it be later!
That way I'm so cool!
Chuzheng looked at the gang wind visible to the naked eye and scared me to death.
Is it appropriate to deal with me a delicate little girl like this? !
Chu Zheng thought, is she running now?
Should I seal this stuff?
Sealing is so troublesome...
Let's run.
Gangfeng seemed to be conscious, and when he saw the first Zheng move, he immediately turned around and attacked her.
Chu Zheng: "!!!"
Don't come here!
Gang Feng hit it straight.
There is a flash of silver light.
Chu Zheng fell from the silver light to the ground, raising his eyes to see the wind splitting into countless strands in the sky.
Chuzheng's behavior seemed to anger this gang wind.
The split wind began to grow.
Chu Zheng: "!!!"
call--
Gang wind staggered past Chuzheng.
Chu Zheng's body kept evading, avoiding from the gap, the wind blew on her face, she seemed to smell a strong smell of blood.
Chuzheng reached out and touched the blood.
Broken... Broken? !
damn thing!
Chu Zheng looked blankly at the circular altar a few steps away.
She ran up to the altar a few steps before the wind swept over again.
People in the God Realm say that they should use God's power to seal it.
The original owner was about to successfully seal her before, but suddenly someone attacked her, leading to the current situation.
These winds ran out of the seal.
Gangfeng seemed to have real wisdom, and when Chu Zheng rushed to the altar, he was immediately anxious.
Like a headless fly, it constantly hits the past.
However, around Chuzheng, there seemed to be an invisible barrier to isolate the Gangfeng.
Chu Zheng looked down at the altar.
The altar is made of materials similar to white jade, and the surface is carved with patterns.
After thinking about it for a moment, he felt a bit like—a dog?
What is this seal?
At this time, light overflowed from the nick of the pattern, as if something was about to break through the altar.
"Crack—"
Cracks began to appear where the Zheng first stepped on.
Chuzheng backed away, and the crack extended along her trajectory.
Chu Zheng: "..."
It's over.
The stuff inside is coming out!
Chu Zheng's mind quickly flashed through the original owner's previous behavior.
She jumped off the altar.
The creaking sound kept ringing.
The light on the altar grew stronger.
Chu Zheng hurriedly followed the original master's previous practice, using techniques to stabilize the altar.
But the speed of the altar's cracking did not slow down, and there was a protrusion in the center of the altar.
Chuzheng pulled the silver thread and hit it directly.
The contents of the altar hadn't come out yet, and it was suddenly drawn by a silver thread.
In a daze, Chuzheng seemed to see a dog head...
But that was just a flashing picture.
Chuzheng quickly settled.
The altar shone brightly, and the cracked lines gradually recovered.
The surrounding wind seemed to be unwilling, making a whining sound, which made Chuzheng's ears hurt, and my brain was all done.
After she was distracted for such a while, the altar suddenly began to vibrate.
It seemed that something hit the altar below.
Chu Zheng hurriedly focused.
The silver thread entangled the altar tightly, and the dull crash sound was endless.
Until the altar pattern is restored.
Chu Zheng felt his body was hollowed out and he was too tired.
Fortunately, the altar has returned to normal.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the breath had not let go, and his back was cold.
Yinguang flew past her cheek and hit the gang wind behind.
The Gangfeng split into two strands, one stranded with silver thread, and the other directly hitting Chuzheng.
Chuzheng had just consumed so much power. At this time, his body was vacant, and the wind hit him. Although Chuzheng avoided it, he still slid under his feet and threw himself on the altar.
Face the eyes portrayed on the altar.
Those eyes blinked suddenly.
Chu Zheng: "!!!"
Will... Will move! Live!
It's fine! !
Chuzheng breathed deeply and calmly.
Did not see anything.
Did not see anything.
She got up suddenly, turned around blankly, stroked her hair calmly, and patted the clothes.
Xu was because the altar was sealed again, and Gang Feng was smashed by the silver thread and gradually disappeared into the air.
Chuzheng felt the wind blowing over her skirt and slowly wrapped her wrists and cheeks.
Like the softest wind in spring, gently brushing across the cheeks, it disappeared in a flash.
The whole space is quiet.
Chu Zheng's heart collapsed.
Why am I so unlucky!
Why am I so unlucky!
Why do you want to start with such a pitiful little me!
Is there any kind of ethics!
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After half an hour.
Chu Zheng leaned on the altar without any image, his small face was full of seriousness and earnestness, as if he was thinking about major events in life.
At this time, Chu Zheng's heart was indifference in capitals.
How do I leave this ghost place! ?
When they came in, other gods led the way, and she didn't even know how to get in.
As a result, the group left and ran away.
So in the memory of the original owner, there is no way to go out.
She just tried to walk a certain distance forward, but she returned to the altar again after not going too far.
Forget it.
Sleep for a while.
She is so tired.
Not only does Chuzheng have to sleep, she also has to sleep comfortably.
Take out a chair from the space and place it next to the altar.
Lie on and close your eyes and there is no movement.
Sleep in seconds!
[...] When did Miss Sister stuff it inside?
and many more!
Is this place suitable for sleeping, Miss?
Are you afraid that something will come out and kill you? !
Wang Zhehao didn't know whether to complain about her own little sister, or whether she was overconfident and arrogant.
When Chuzheng was sleeping, he felt that the strength in his body was automatically recovering.
So she sleeps more comfortably.
In a quiet space.
The altar was like a giant beast crawling on the ground, beside it was a chair with a little girl lying on it.
The picture is a little weird for no reason.
I don't know how long it took, the little the rocking chair slowly opened her eyes.
The indifferent eyes are like the purest stream in the world, allowing people to see their souls.
Those eyes looked at the void quietly.
After a while, blink gently.
The little girl sat up on a chair.
She leaned over to the altar to take a look.
Just stared at the altar, the eyes that were portrayed.
There is no movement.
As if it was her illusion before.
[Miss sister, do you know how long you slept? 】The voice of the King horn sounded.
Chuzheng's indifferent face.
How long can it be?
Can't it be a thousand years?
[...] That's not true: [You slept for three months. 】
Oh.
I'm a god, what is it to sleep for three months?
Sleeping for hundreds of years is not a problem.
It's nice not to have a prodigal.
Chuzheng lied back joyfully and continued to sleep.
[...Miss! ! 】
The King roared.
[Please leave here, please? ] You stay here, how do you accomplish the task? ! Can you be a little motivated!
I do not.
[Miss! 】The King takes a deep breath, can’t be angry, she is the host, she must serve with a smile, and she must have quality: 【If you don’t want to go out, I will also post tasks for you. Please don’t force me, Miss. 】
Chu Zheng: "!!!"
Who is forcing whom?
I can't sleep!
Are you the devil? !