According to the information provided by Chen Feng, Chen Ping and Long Qingqing slowly followed the slightly stable passage in the crack in this space.

The space cracks are not entirely dangerous. Some places are in undestroyed spaces, and people will not feel any danger inside.

However, this space has just experienced a battle to gather gods, and even if there is a trace of power of a gathering monk, it is very dangerous.

Chen Ping and Long Qingqing had to move forward carefully, and could trap a monk in the space crack in the divine concentration realm. I don’t know what methods these monks used.

Even monks in the God-Clustering Realm cannot survive in the space cracks for a long time, and the vitality here is very weak.

"What's there?"

Chen Ping looked at it and saw a place not far away, looking like a cloud.

"That's the energy group, which should be the energy group of the god-gathering monks. Once someone gets close, they may be torn into pieces."

Chen Ping took a deep breath, which is why powerful monks choose to fight in the cracks in the space.

Because no matter how powerful you are, you cannot penetrate this space crack and will not cause damage to the outside world.

The energy of a powerful person who gathers the gods is still suppressed in the cracks in the space.

In the cracks in the space, you can occasionally see a series of sword energy, sword energy, etc. These forces will be stimulated if someone approaches them.

“There is energy fluctuation ahead!”

Long Qingqing reminded Chen Ping, saying that this means that they are close to the center of the battle.

The energy fluctuations came from afar, and Chen Ping also felt the frenzied breath in the space crack.

"Are you sure you still have to move forward?"

Long Qingqing asked, it was still time to quit now.

Chen Ping answered her with his actions, took a step forward, and continued to walk.

Not long after, Chen Ping saw the scene of this crack in the space.

A strange phenomenon among the powerful people who gathered their gods, Chen Ping saw the aura of at least five powerful people and headed towards the figure in the middle.

But for some reason, these auras seemed to be fixed by someone.

Time pauses, these forces stop in space and cannot move forward.

And in the center, Chen Feng was holding a treasure in his hand, as if he had been frozen.

This kind of picture is very funny, because at first glance, everything around you seems to be directly assigned by someone using powerful magic.

Whether it is the power in the space crack or the power of these powerful gathering powers.

Everything that can be seen is fixed.

Chen Ping wanted to walk up, but was caught by Long Qingqing and said softly: "Wait!"

Chen Ping stopped forever, Long Qingqing would not harm him.

There must be a reason for her to ask herself to wait.

"What did you find?"

This is the first time Chen Ping has entered a space crack and is not as experienced as Long Qingqing.

"You see between them, what's there?"

Long Qingqing also carefully reminded her that she had never seen such a phenomenon before.

All the monks who gathered their gods were imprisoned, what a terrible power it would take to do it.

Chen Ping didn't dare to be careless and looked over slowly. This time Chen Ping was more careful.

Five powerful people gathered to siege Chen Feng. Although it is difficult to kill the powerful people gathered to death, it is not certain that the injured powerful people gathered to heaven.

Chen Feng was injured in the last battle at Tianshan Gate, and everyone knows it!

The injuries of the powerful person who gathers the spirits are not so easy to recover.
Chapter completed!