I practice the Tao by blind practice

Wan Zhongshan, who was following closely behind him, had already been thrown out of sight by Chen Hai.

However, in the surrounding sea of ​​clouds, many figures fell into his eyes.

These people, like Chen Hai, were about to pass through the 33 heavens, head to Chaos outside that day, and listen to the preaching of the Panhuang Patriarch.

Some people should be from the monster clan. After traveling all the way to this place, in order to resist the ubiquitous terrifying pressure, they have already shown their true colors.

There was a terrifying aura on their bodies. Relying on the strength of their monster bodies, they continued to sprint upwards.

Some people, maybe because their strength is already a little weak, or because they want to save some energy and retain some strength, they are like Chen Hai, after arriving here, their speed has obviously slowed down.

There are also some unlucky ones who are not strong enough. They were accidentally hit by the thunder dragon rolling in the sea of ​​clouds, and amidst screams and screams, they finally sprinted to this place and drifted down.

In ancient times, those big Luo Jinxians on the prehistoric land should not have much difficulty in going through the 33 layers of heaven to the chaos outside the sky.

After all, the cultivators at that time had extremely extraordinary innate qualities, and their bodies were so powerful that they were much stronger than those creatures on the wild land today.

Not to mention the innate nature, these Daluo Jinxians today, even the methods they practice are different from ancient times.

"Human desire, reproduce!" It seemed that there was some kind of strange rule condensed in his pupils.

That feeling of extreme oppression, even with his strength, made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and he felt a sense of panic in his heart.

Although in terms of realm, he has not even stabilized his realm when he first entered the realm of Daluo, but he can barely bear the terrifying pressure that he needs to bear when passing through the 33 heavens.

When Chen Hai rushed to No.30 First Layer, he seemed to feel the power of heaven.

"As long as I can successfully step into the chaos outside the sky and enter the Panhuang Palace, this is a great kindness."

Some people can't bear the pressure brought by just being in the sixteenth heaven, and their strength is naturally very limited. Among the Da Luo Jinxian, they are definitely regarded as the bottom of the existence.

I don't know what secret method this person used.

Although this injury was not fatal, his strength was greatly weakened, and he could no longer bear the terrifying pressure that fell on him when he was in this heavy sky.

"My strength is rapidly draining, and it is gathering in my lower abdomen."

"People are good at being bullied, and Ma Shan is being ridden by others. I, Cao Nima, am I easy to bully?" Originally, Chen Hai, who didn't want to pay attention to this guy at all, felt a nameless anger rising in his heart.

Perhaps because of being the closest to him, the middle-aged scribe's eyes full of resentment were fixed on Chen Hai.

"And this belly, how come it looks like it's pregnant, and it suddenly bulges so high..."

At this moment, Chen Hai actually felt that some kind of imprint had landed on him.

Whether it's the strong wind or the torrential rain, they all seem to contain some kind of strange power, which can melt mana and corrode the soul.

The method he practiced came from ancient times, and it was fundamentally different from the mainstream method of practice in the prehistoric world today.

If it weren't for this, it wouldn't be just the sixteenth heaven, someone could not bear the terrifying pressure, was hit by the thunder dragon, and fell down.

Not to mention other people, even Chen Hai, who was relatively close to him, took his eyes off him without hesitation, and continued to fly upwards.

Unfortunately, his words didn't help.

That middle-aged scribe who doesn't know his name, under this kind of supernatural power, even if he doesn't die, he will definitely peel off his skin.

"Fuck me, what's going on?"

He tried it, waving a flame casually, trying to light up the surrounding void.

The strength of his body is actually not much weaker than those innate creatures in ancient times.

"After the return, I, Mr. Zhao, will reward you generously!"

Back then, when he used this supernatural power to deal with Ten Thousand Mountains, he had not yet stepped into the realm of Daluo, and his human desire to reproduce this supernatural power was only a new one, and there were still many flaws.

"Ah..." There was another scream.

No.30 Second Heaven.

Today, he has completed this type of supernatural power, and his realm of strength has also gone a step further.

After glaring at the middle-aged scribe, the nameless anger that rose in his heart has obviously eased a lot.

While cursing, the middle-aged scribe, who was full of fear and uneasiness, was still falling down before. Affected by this, he fell towards the bottom like a meteorite, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"That's it? I really don't know, who gave him the courage to dare to provoke me?" With a look of disdain, Chen Hai curled his lips, and he set off again, sprinting towards the sky.

Against that pressure, Chen Hai continued to shoot upwards.

It was completely pitch black, and with Chen Hai's eyesight, he couldn't even see his five fingers when he stretched out his hand.

Not far from Chen Hai, a man dressed as a middle-aged scribe was swept by the tail of a Thunder Dragon churning in the sea of ​​clouds, his whole body was smoking and scorched black.

His human desire to reproduce, compared to that time, its power is at least several times stronger.

The next moment, Chen Hai glanced at the middle-aged scribe who was falling down.

"I, someone Zhao, remembers you..."

In the past, the reason why he slowed down was not only to save a little energy, but also to see what was going on around the sea of ​​clouds.

25 In the sky, there are strong winds everywhere.

26 Chongtian, in addition to the ubiquitous wind, there is also a torrential rain, as if the Milky Way is pouring backwards.

"Which fellow Taoist, please do me a favor."

How could such a cat or a dog be able to resist Chen Hai's supernatural powers?

Although Chen Hai has always been low-key and doesn't like to cause trouble, he is never afraid of trouble.

When it comes to strength, the current big Luo, compared with those big Luos in ancient times, the two seem to be really not at the same level.

Involuntarily falling down, the middle-aged scribe pleaded miserably to a few people in the nearby sea of ​​clouds.

His face sank, and he paused.

It's a pity that the light and heat in the flame in his hand seemed to be completely devoured by the strange power contained in the sky. The originally bright flame had completely mutated into a black flame.

Just by observing with the naked eye, even Chen Hai himself would not be able to see the black fire in Chi Chi's hand at all.

Endless darkness will bring fear to people and make people feel uneasy.

He continued to skyrocket, and he didn't know how long it had passed, his sight gradually recovered, and the voice of speaking began to reach his ears.

The chaos beyond the sky 33 days away has finally arrived...