God-Level Choice

Therefore, Chu Feng could not fly too close to the river. It can only fly half up and half down. There are ghost eagles on the top, unknown underwater creatures on the bottom, and many ghost willows and demons on the shore. As long as you reach the shore, you should be able to break through many obstacles through teleportation. At least Chu Feng thinks so.

Minutes passed, Chu Feng was still flying, but nothing strange appeared, even the sound. Chu Feng clearly remembers that when he was by the river, huge waves and deafening river water were born. But how did it become so quiet here, and it must be on the river, because the water mist must have changed by the river.

In the end, the water mist was abundant to Chu Feng, so we had to open the Yanghuang Taixu gas condensation shield to evaporate and block the water mist. And the visual range in front of us is less than 690 meters. Even with the Chu Feng point, eyes with Taixu Pupils can only see a distance of meters. Common people can imagine. I'm afraid it's hard to see even the rice.

At this time, Chu Feng had lost the idea of ​​going to Mingtian Bridge, and he was almost in the middle of the river. He might as well go straight over instead. Pretty much the same anyway.

Another minute passed, and Chu Feng's visual range dropped to about one meter. The ghost mist was constantly consuming his Yanghuang Taixu Qi, and the Taixu Qi needed by the Golden Shield became more and more abundant. If it continues to be consumed, Chu Feng's emptiness will be exhausted sooner or later (cffg)!

"Is this the horror of this river?" Chu Feng didn't understand, but I still took out a Taixu medicine and swallowed it to supplement the consumption of Taixu Qi.

Suddenly, the painting style changed suddenly, and the gray fog dissipated instantly. Instead, it was blown away by the gray wind, which was still blowing directly to Chu Feng. Without Chu Feng saying a word, Yang Huang Taixu exhaled into the gleaming Gold mask with both hands, and protected it in front of him.

"Howling..." The wind whizzed past, Chu Feng's Gold shield was instantly cut with an absolute gray trace, and this trace was still wearing a mask of Yanghuang Taixu gas condensed in the bedroom. However, it didn't take long for it to be purified by Qi's judicial power.

Chu Feng gasped for cold air, if he wasn't Yang Huang's Taixu Qi, but other Taixu Qi, would he be eroded by the gray wind?

"Eh? Yanghuang Taixu Gas?" An indecisive voice sounded from the surface. If there is no sound, even if it is Chu Feng, there is no way to fully perceive where the sound is coming from.

"Who!" Chu Feng was like a frightened bird. In this gray world, the sun that Fang Yin was about to see in the sky has now completely disappeared.

At some point, Chu Feng was a few minutes closer to the river.

The strange sound did not come out, the gray wind stopped howling, but Chu Feng heard some running water.

When Chu Feng lowered his head, he was shocked to find that he flew meters above the river, and now the river was less than meters below his feet, still rising!

"Holy shit, damn it!" Chu Feng just wanted to fly high again, but there was a head on his head, which was rolled down by a storm tornado condensed by the gray wind. This mighty storm dragon, and most importantly, it was Taixuluo who launched the attack, and now it appears out of nowhere?

This is not the coldness of Chu Feng's feet, but the river water rose to Chu Feng's point the moment he looked up at Chu Feng's point.

"Bai bai..." Gray smoke rose, and Chu Feng's cloud boots seemed to be scorched. Chu Feng was so frightened that he quickly flew up. .