Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

Chu Zheng traveled through a vast wilderness, where he could see battlefield debris everywhere.

He did not miss any of the incomplete magic weapons and stored them all into the cave in his body.

Although the level of these things is such that most of them are no longer of use to him, he is still unwilling to waste them since he picked them up for free anyway.

There will be some surprises occasionally, and you can pick up some eighth-level item debris.

However, they are all lower grade eighth level, and the levels of the immortal treasures are between one calamity and three calamities. The five elements are not complete and their power is limited.

After crossing several areas in succession, Chu Zheng discovered something unusual.

The Immortal Alliance seemed to have slowed down its offensive on the surface, but the positions of many of its camps had already begun to move forward, vaguely surrounding many of the camps of cultivators from all realms in the center. Each unit was secretly preparing for battle, obviously ready to go.

This is different from the previous small-scale wars, but is a buildup to a decisive war.

Once the outcome of the Lower Realm is decided, if the Immortal Alliance wins, they can directly use the Lower Realm as a base and push the entire battlefield into the realm of all realms through many space channels. The situation will then undergo earth-shaking changes.

The Ten Thousand Worlds seemed to have already noticed this situation. Chu Zheng saw many traces of space channels. The Ten Thousand Worlds were obviously urgently deploying manpower.

Even inside the camp of Ten Thousand Worlds, he saw many creatures whose cultivation was only at the third level. Such cultivation obviously could not reach the level of the battlefield of Ten Thousand Worlds, but they were also pulled up at this moment.

Most of Chu Zheng's attention was focused on what was in front of him, and he did not notice that there was a figure not far behind him, following him slowly.

Dong Shengyu, who was following from a distance, was now full of confusion in his eyes.

Soon after she noticed Chu Zheng's whereabouts, she tracked Chu Zheng's figure and locked him through the aura of his essence and blood.

But she didn't dare to go up and disturb him rashly. She was worried that if she showed up directly, it would irritate Chu Zheng.

From their previous encounters, she knew very well that Chu Zheng was not a man who was easy to talk to, and the result of her showing up without permission would most likely be an instant fall out.

She didn't dare to hurt anyone, and it would be difficult to capture Chu Zheng unscathed. If the already large conflict was further escalated, it would be bad.

Moreover, if she fails and Chu Zheng escapes and conceals the aura of his essence and blood, it will not be easy to find him later. The situation in the universe is changing very quickly now. This may be her last chance and she cannot afford to lose it.

She found it difficult to understand Chu Zheng's strange actions. He dug up the dusty ancient battlefield, dug out a pile of rubbish, and then buried all the corpses.

Afterwards, he wandered around the camps of the Immortal Alliance and the Ten Thousand Worlds, as if he had some unknown quirks, and no one knew what he was thinking.

In a blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed.

Dong Shengyu was still following Chu Zheng not too close, but there was no progress at all.

The war in the upper realm was at a stalemate, and the Immortal King Fanlong was unable to get away for the time being. Chu Zheng's cultivation was now very high, he was a three-tribulation true immortal, and he possessed unknown magical powers, and he could cross the void at an extremely fast speed. The true immortals of the Immortal Alliance in the lower realm could not keep up with him at all.

In addition, with the Ten Thousand Worlds Camp like a nail in the wall, these True Immortals couldn't make any big moves, and the situation became a little stagnant for a while.

However, Dong Shengyu was not impatient. Judging from the direction Chu Zheng was heading, he would sooner or later enter the area governed by the Immortal Alliance. There were people there who would welcome him, so he just had to wait quietly.

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Countless suns stretched across the void, and the sky and earth were as bright as day all day long, without a single shadow.

It took Chu Zheng more than a month to find the end of the causal line.

As the distance gets closer, the effect of the divination technique has been partially exerted.

Finally, he found the camp of the Immortal Alliance and saw Song Lingxue's figure far outside the camp.

She was sitting on the side near the camp gate, with a silver-white halberd inserted at her side. Her long hair was casually tied up with an iron crown and hung behind her. There were cracks in the armor on her body, and bandages were tied around her waist and abdomen, which were seeped with blood and spiritual light. She looked very tired.

[Song Lingxue (Level 6): Bone age 49, cultivation level mid-stage of the Martial God Realm, core disciple of the Martial Hall, master of the Lingxue Realm, major in the Martial Classics, minor in the Blood Dragon Subduing Technique, protected by Blood Gang, body already possesses immortality, can regenerate limbs, waist and abdomen torn by vicious birds, wounds still contain deadly poison. (Repairable)]

Looking at the information sent back by the spiritual eye, Chu Zheng's eyes dimmed slightly. It had been more than 20 years since they parted from the Cangyun Realm. Song Lingxue had changed so much that he almost failed to recognize her for a moment.

The originally painted eyebrows and eyes were now tainted with a layer of murderous intent, the eyes were as cold and sharp as a knife, and the expression was full of indifference. There was even blood on the cheek, which had not been wiped off, and the unhealed scars could be vaguely seen.

A bloody breeze blew through the camp, lifting her hair, but failed to blow away the biting cold that permeated her body.

Chu Zheng himself had also practiced the Blood Dragon Subduing Technique. Just from the deep blood evil surrounding Song Lingxue, he already knew that the number of lives that had died at the hands of Song Lingxue over the years was already an astronomical number that could not be calculated.

In his memory, although Song Lingxue had experienced many storms, most of the time, she was under the protection of the wings and had rarely fought with others, let alone killed anyone.

Song Lingxue had never said anything to him in the messages about her circumstances over the years, but martial arts was essentially a way of killing, full of murderous aura. Alone, it must have been a lot of hardship for her to have reached this point in her cultivation today.

A Martial God who is less than fifty years old is a rare genius who is dozens of times faster than ordinary cultivators, even in the relatively short lifespan of martial arts. His speed is a bit exaggerated.

Song Lingxue's current cultivation level is comparable to Shang Zuling's. If they were to fight to the death with their true strength, Shang Zuling might even be killed instantly if he had no other means of self-defense.

If it had happened more than 20 years ago, this would have been something that all the cultivators in the Cang Yun Realm, including Chu Zheng, would not even dare to think about.

The moment Chu Zheng was stunned, more than ten figures walked out from the void around him one after another. They were all true immortals. Fu Zhixuan, who had been the first to help Chu Zheng stop the enemies from all realms, was among them.

This disciple of the Great Immortal Emperor left a deep impression on Chu Zheng.

I thought she would also die at the hands of that martial arts master, but now it seems that she escaped by luck.

Fu Zhixuan looked at the middle-aged man who was a complete stranger in front of her, without any hesitation, she bowed and got straight to the point:

"Fellow Daoist Chu, our Immortal Alliance has no ill will towards you. Since you are here, please give me a chance to come into the camp and have a chat."

Chu Zheng looked around at the group of True Immortals who vaguely surrounded him completely, and then glanced at Song Lingxue who was unaware in the camp in the distance. Without any further hesitation, he dispersed his fake form and magical powers, revealed his true face, and headed straight for the camp.

These true immortals could not stop him, but at this moment, he was unwilling to leave.