The clouds in the sky all turned into disasters, and the layers of thunder surged like water waves.

Cultivating truth, invades the creation of heaven and earth, and seizes the mystery of all things.

The two words "invasion" tell the essence of the practice of mortals' rebellious changes in life, old age, illness, death, and destiny. Therefore, monks are the rebellious ministers of heaven and earth, and the immortal path is the rebellious journey of heaven.

Rumble!

Distortions and black patterns that cannot bear huge forces appear in the surrounding space. The spatial stability of the low spiritual realm plane is far less than that of the high spiritual realm plane. Moreover, the thunder tribulation itself has the terrifying characteristic of tearing apart time and space.

The purple-black thunder balls that shook the heavens and tore up everything fell down. They even changed in the void and twisted and refracted like spiritual changes, and massacred them.

In the middle of the night, over the brightly lit metropolis, among the clouds thousands of meters away.

A green-robed Taoist with a black hideous dragon and snake swimming around him was floating in the void. He stretched forward with one hand, as if he wanted to cover the sky with one hand, and reversed his fate of death.

"Confucians fear the destiny of heaven, so they cultivate themselves and wait; Buddha fears cause and effect, but they do not know that karma cannot escape; only Taoism, I want to live forever, change and ascense, face the destiny of heaven without fear of cause and effect, and fight against nature, how brave is it!" The calm, indifferent, fearless and terrifying words echoed in the void. Dozens of yellow paper and cinnabar talismans scattered between the Taoist's sleeves, laying an invisible force field around itself, solid iron walls, and layered defenses blocked the thousands of thunder tribulations that fell from the rain.

The magic power mixed with qi and blood surging all over the body, and the peak cultivation level of Qi refining, which was bound by the low spiritual environment of the Dharma-Ending Age since the Ming Dynasty, quickly condensed, and then it rushed out like a river breaking through the dam.

He was originally the most outstanding talent of the Taoist Chinese in the past three hundred years. At this moment, he relied on his twelve-level Qi refining cultivation to supplement his secret techniques such as spirit control, blood burning, elixirs, formations, etc. If he was in other high spiritual energy planes suitable for the cultivation of immortals, he had already been promoted to the foundation-building realm level... However, this is the earth, the earth where the immortals are weak and the humans are prosperous, and it has already cut off all cultivators' life!

Normal cultivators cultivate qi and build foundations, and fight against the evil evil of the earth, water, fire and wind in the heavens. If they are shorter than cups of tea, they will only last several hours. Even if the demon cultivator does all his evil deeds and does bad things, the thunder catastrophe of one day and one night is enough to wash away all his lead and advance through.

The Qingbo Taoist man has been fighting against the thunder tribulation for three days and three nights since the beginning. Even the countries on earth have begun to pay attention to the abnormal weather changes in this area of ​​China. For three days and three nights, the catastrophes have been lingering, and thousands of thunders have been blowing and killing the rain has fallen. Not only does it have no momentum to stop, but it is getting more and more fierce, and it falls more and more, gradually forcing the Taoist man to dry up and move towards a desperate situation where the oil is exhausted step by step.

Because this is the earth. And the fairy road on the earth has been cut off. No matter how talented he is, no matter how hard he struggles and tempers, no matter how he has no regrets, he will eventually lose his despair, and he will eventually... die without life.

Boom!

The dazzling lightning collided with the figure, and then suddenly exploded between them.

Many defensive talismans flying around their bodies were ignited, and the natal spirit ghost poison dragon was also severely damaged and fell into a state of sleep.

The Taoist in the green robe who was originally ordinary but looked gorgeous because of his extreme concentration had a dripping blood on the corners of his mouth. As the qi and blood were burning out, his beauty turned gray. His body, which was originally powerful and profound, was as powerful as his life, was as unsustainable as his life.

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"God's will has never been awesome. When I think of this, even I have to bow my head." He seemed to cry, laugh, sad and angry, and his figure seemed to be shaking slightly. He raised his hand up suddenly.

There was a clang of shock, and a cold and fierce silver light was swung out by the Taoist robe from the sleeves, but it was a Taoist flying sword made of strange steel, supplemented by many rare treasures.

This sword is unknown. It is because the Taoist has achieved a small success in his cultivation for twenty years. He has never fought in this Dharma-Ending Age. In this Dharma-Ending Age, the world is full of power. In this Dharma-Ending Age, the Taoist flying sword with the sharpness and power is the greatest in this world. However, it has never even had the chance to be unsheathed, until today.

The Taoist in the green robe drew his sword and looked around. He saw the thicker and thicker disaster clouds above his head. He saw the endless thunder that was constantly gathering in the distance of the sky, but the heavens in this world were about to collapse the cultivators, and they refused to give people a way out.

"Either succeed or die on the road to success. I, Zhu Peng, promised my life, never spent a day in vain, never... regretted it."

It seemed as if he heard the Taoist sighing with one hand on his sword, the sky robbed the clouds of robbery rolled, the thunder burst out, and the heavens were furious.

However, the fierce sword light in the Taoist hand instantly flourished, wrapping him up and turning into a silver sword rainbow. The dazzling sword light like an angry dragon pointed at the sky and assassinated it fiercely.

The man and sword combined with one, the green-robed Taoist who charged against the sky, seemed to pounce on the blazing and fiery moth: You can kill me, but you can't defeat me!

The thunder tribulation in the heavens was blown down, and the picture was frozen. The moment when the Taoist robe soared into the sky with his sword, it seemed like eternity, symbolizing the last glory of the earth's cultivation world.

At the same time, directly under the thunder tribulation of the heavens, the bustling lights flashed, at midnight, a residential building in the metropolis was on the top floor.

A young man living alone with an ordinary appearance but extremely energetic appearance is quickly operating the computer. The only few game characters left on the screen move flexibly and support each other. They try their best to surround and kill the first world-class boss of "The World of Immortals": the ghost-faced wolf spider.

The comrades around them fell one by one. Although they were already the most elite team, their operations, cooperation, and discipline were almost perfect, but with their current average level of about 50, it was still too difficult to challenge the ghost-faced wolf spider.

In the end, all the comrades around him died.

The only Rakshasa powerhouse controlled by Zhu Peng is left on the computer screen. In fact, after missing the meat shield and output, this challenge can basically be declared to be a failure. The ghost-faced wolf spider has nearly one-fifth of the qi and blood left. There is no damage to the Vajra spider in front of the front row, no fire control, palm electricity, and the wind mage player plays the output behind. With just a Rakshasa powerhouse, the game difficulty is almost impossible to play, and there is no possibility of winning.

However, the more critical the situation is, the more focused the boy's spirit becomes. The keyboard is his weapon, and the picture on the screen is his battlefield. Since a person has been on the battlefield, he can't beat him or not: he can't be cowardly, he just does it.

Because of the crazy investment of his whole body and mind, the boy seemed to have burning flames flashed in his eyes. His hands were as flexible as a wind sweeping over the keyboard, and even brought out a series of blurred shadows due to excessively fast operation.

The poisonous spiders released by the ghost-faced wolf spider were avoided by him one by one, killed one by one, and avoided the limit one by one, and then avoided the limit one after another, and the empty blood was red again and again. The game yy group that originally blamed each other in the hustle and bustle gradually calmed down, just like a group of ducks strangled by the horrific operation ability shown by Zhu Peng at this moment.

As the leader of this game team, everyone else only knows that their boss has strong organizational skills and strong planning and layout skills. However, until today, they truly understand that their boss’s strongest place is... Living towards death and seeking life in desperate situations, he is tenacious and stoic enough that ordinary people can’t imagine. As long as they have not died, even if they have a glimmer of hope, they will never give up!

With the final skill being used, the Rakshasa strongman blasted out an illusory ghost energy, and the last qi and blood of the huge hideous ghost-faced wolf spider returned to the air, and the broken corpse exploded, and precious equipment in the sky fell.

"Damn! The boss is so angry that the 52-level Rakshasa kills at least one-fifth of the blood left in the level 60 world boss ghost-faced wolf spider. Boss, I love you, I want to give birth to a group of monkeys for you."

"Show your face, divine consciousness, divine fuck, god-level empty blood killing. The first world boss in "The World of Immortals" was exposed! A bounty of 500,000 US dollars! Isn't it more than 3 million yuan in RMB? Damn, boss, I want to give you my sister and give you a baby!"

"The boss has sent it, so we will send it! Three to four million, the boss has taken one to two million. We can also share some soup with 300,000 or 500,000!"

"I didn't want to get 300,000 or 500,000. As long as I can get 30,000 or 50,000, my mother won't blame me for not doing my job properly."

"You are much better than me. My old man always says that I am a conjoined baby with the computer. My buddy must be proud this time!"

"Hahahaha, I've already started to imagine the pleasure of throwing stacks of banknotes on my aunt's face, making you look down on me. Mom... "

Regardless of the popularity and hustle and bustle in the yy group, he was almost exhausted and pulled off his headphones. Zhu Peng immediately sent the screenshot of the game killing the boss to the fund owner, and then waited for the bank to remit money.

The team he manages has cooperated with this fund owner many times, and there is still basic trust between them, not to mention that after signing a contract, no one can cheat anyone in the clear black and white words.

After sorting out the contributions and reward amounts of each teammate and issuing them, Zhu Peng pushed the computer desk and pressed the keyboard to pause the battle and fighting in "The World of Immortals".

He stood up and stretched, his bones all over his body were crisp, and then slowly walked to the side to take out a can of cold beer from the refrigerator.

I worked hard for several hours, especially when I finally fought the boss, and I was extremely focused and consumed a lot. This was not much easier than doing other heavy physical work.

"If you make this money and transfer money to grandma, you will be able to relax for a while."

With a thunderous sound, the curtains were pulled open. The strange three-day and night rainstorm outside had disappeared, the dark clouds had dissipated, and it looked like they had just been washed. It was an extremely clean and beautiful bright starry sky.

While talking to himself, Zhu Peng sipped the cool beer gently. He turned around and saw a man wearing a simple and heavy blue Taoist robe with an ordinary appearance and a head full of dry hair sitting in front of his computer and leaning against his gaming chair.

"Uh, how did you... come in?"

Just as he relaxed, his mind was a little confused. Zhu Peng took a look at his double-layer security door not far away, and then looked at the young Taoist priest sitting leisurely on his "throne", and couldn't react for a moment.

"Zhu Peng, 21 years old, grew up in Qingshan Orphanage. He has not received formal education, but he is flexible, shameless and black-hearted, cunning and tough. Now he runs the No. 1 gang of "Seeking Immortals" and is also a professional player with a 'legendary'..." The Taoist, who has a dry hair and a tired look, looks very tired, stares at the young man in front of him, smiling and saying this.

His appearance is ordinary, but his eyes are shining brightly, and his whole body looks strangely handsome because of his extremely focused temperament.

Zhu Peng held beer in one hand and looked at the man in Taoist dress who told his life experience and even many privacy. After his face changed several times, he tentatively and gently shouted: "Dad?"

The man in Taoist dress with a green robe and white hair suddenly fell silent. The next moment, he opened his mouth and sprayed a lot of blood.

"Uh, even if you are not my father, you don't have to be so excited. Anyway, I have never had a father since I was a child, and I am used to it." Zhu Peng put the beer in his hand on the dining table next to him, and at the same time, he grabbed the fruit knife on the fruit plate on the dining table in his hand and hid it behind him.

Although the man in front of him looks very similar to his own appearance, Zhu Peng has been living as an orphan since childhood and has never lacked the desire to guard against others.

"Ahem, in a sense, I am indeed your father, but I have practiced pure yang internal strength since I was a child, so there is no blood relationship between us. But from the perspective of cause and effect, I am indeed your father." Zhu Peng, who wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sat on the computer chair, turned his head and looked at the dark night sky again and again. It was a feeling of black blood gradually soaking and spreading.

He self-destructed Wuming, and added most of his skills, he could only barely delay these breathing time.

"You shouldn't have been born in this world. Your father is a soldier hero who died in battle but has no children. When your mother was pregnant with you, she was a 16-year-old kind woman who was unemployed. You were born on the red day of the Gengwu year. You were stolen as soon as you were born. After several twists and turns, you were wandering to the Qingshan Orphanage. If it weren't for you there, your grandmother should have died of an emergency twenty years ago. I changed her fate and let her enjoy her old age. In many senses, you should thank me." Zhu Peng looked at the darker starry sky outside the window, and he quickly spoke.

"You mean, my mom didn't intentionally abandon me?"

"She loves you very much, and your grandparents loves you very much. Even if she and her family are greatly stigmatized by you, if it weren't for the stole the child, your childhood should be very happy. After you were stolen, they have been looking for you for at least ten years... Don't worry, I arranged a good marriage for your mother. The man has a wealthy family in his past lives and is even more rare to be good at both appearance. Your mother will live a very happy life in the future. She will have another pair of children, all of whom are very cute and smart, and have a peaceful life. Only you will gradually fade, disappear in the eyes of the world, and break all the world's relationships."

Zhu Peng stood on the side of the dining table, staring at the green-robed Taoist sitting there, and then he threw away the fruit knife hidden in his hand with a snap.

The man in front of him was filled with a terrifying oppression like a demon. That feeling, that feeling was like a game entrant in "The World of Immortals" facing the world-class boss ghost-faced spider. There was no difference whether there was a white sword in his hand, because if it really fought, would 10,000 level entrants die or die in front of the ghost-faced spider?

"Your birth, growth, character shaping, and life experience are all arranged by me. I even gave you the name "Zhu Peng" to prepare for today. Come on, the owner of the "Dunyi" fate, who is in the world, integrates with me, with my ambition and my obsession, challenge this vast heavenly way again." He was a little crazy and whispered. At this moment, the Taoist in the green robe was not just his mouth and nose, but his head and seven orifices had begun to spill out blood. The internal energy of burning blood and burning the primordial body was exhausted, and he was actually at the point where the oil was exhausted.

At the same time, the night sky outside the window... No, outside the atmosphere, a meteorite that is not huge but absolutely large is wrapped in layers of purple thunder. It flew towards the coordinates here at a high speed under the guidance of a vague but great will. This strike will surely kill.

"Who are you?"

"I am you. Of course, I have one more level of precious identity you don't have than you. The world of monks on earth, the three sects, 16 paths, and millions of monks all call me the name of "Taiyin"."

The moment the meteorites outside the domain broke through the atmosphere, Zhu Peng, Qing'er suddenly looked back. When he saw the meteorite blessed by layers of thunder tribulation with his spiritual eyes of the Taoist sect, even though the Taoist heart was stable and almost collapsed on his face and his expression remained unchanged, he couldn't help feeling a toothache at this moment.

Lord Earth, I just want to build a foundation. You don’t need to fight with me, right?

Just as the Qing-robed Taoist turned around and turned around, Zhu Peng, who had long been looking forward to a chance to escape, rushed to the other end opposite to the Qing-robed Taoist, without hesitation.

After passing through the kitchen, he flew up and rushed towards the window. It was more than twenty floors, and the body of the mortal body fell down and was almost certain to die. However, Zhu Peng believed in his intuition. He still had one percent hope of living after jumping down from more than twenty floors. He was determined to fight with the Taoist in the green robe, and he would not even have a chance to survive.

I don't want to die. The first twenty years of my life were arranged by that crazy Taoist priest. No wonder I am so handsome but I didn't even get a girlfriend. It must be the fault of that bastard...

Holding the idea of ​​not being "eated" by falling into meat paste, Zhu Peng closed his eyes and rushed towards the window with all his might. However, the expected collision pain did not come. Zhu Peng realized that something was wrong and quickly opened his eyes, but found that he was flying towards the Taoist in the green robe: Taoism, ghosts hit the wall.

"I have already said that I am you, you are me, how can I not know what you will choose when facing a desperate situation?

I have been in charge of your life, and you have no place to come, no way back, no worries, no relatives, no reason, and no dust.

The area here was set up by me and forced to kill it for three days and three nights. The membranes of the heavens were already extremely fragile, and this Xuande Jue Shrimp Talisman that can increase a certain amount of energy in a short period of time.

So, don't be afraid, we may not be scattered and will die.”

Although weak, he still easily captured the young man who was very powerful and struggling with one hand. The Taoist in the green robe and the young man who struggled constantly watched the huge thunder meteor in his sight flew faster and faster, and closer, until the moment before the catastrophe really came.

The Taoist in the green robe let go of his clamping on Zhu Peng, and at the same time activated the other person's body to be forbidden by the Yinming Fire in the middle and lower body from the moment he was born. The dark red demon flame instantly ignited from the deepest part of Zhu Peng's soul, burning his body, and burning the essence of qi, blood and essence.

Anyway, this body is already incredible. Instead of returning the vitality to heaven and earth, Taiyin's attitude has always squeezed it out and squeezed it out of its final value. He is like this to others.

With a bang, it carried the pain of the demonic flame burning. However, the young man Zhu Peng was the first to escape from the clamping of the moon, and still crashed into the computer in front of him: I will never give you a penny to die.

"It's useless. All I want to use is your true soul and escape fate. As for your life or death, I really don't mind."

Not only is the professional player Zhu Peng's magic flame burning breath gradually condensed into a crimson red fireball, but the whole body of Zhu Peng also burned with a sharp golden flame. It's nothing to be cruel to others. The most terrifying thing about Taiyin is that he is cruel to everyone and leaves no room for anything.

The burning of fierce golden flames all over the body invaded the will of the soul in endless pain. However, the Taoist in the green robe smiled wildly and opened his arms to embrace the purple thunder giant flew into the increasingly huge purple thunder giant flew. The pure Yang internal power "Pure Yang Zhengyi Gong" activated the aura of golden flame and the purple thunder giant flew into each other before the arrival of the purple thunder giant flew into each other. The intensity of the spiritual pressure has exceeded the carrying limit of the low spiritual realm plane on the earth. In the stacked void that is invisible to the naked eye, the space cracks gradually appeared like cracks.

Zhu Peng, who was hit by the computer, burned the entire computer with his host, and the red magic fire burned the screen and melted the host, devouring everything.

Although the constant shouts of members of the Jianqi Hall were constantly ringing in the headphones, they could no longer call back their master. The boss who was thick-skinned and humble and shameless, led them to one victory after another.

The Taiyin Zhu Peng turned into a radius of extremely prominent golden red light, and at the same time ignited and inspired the extremely precious Xuande prayer talisman. The spiritual light of blessing and fortune enveloped the red flame golden flame that was entangled and swallowed and bit each other.

The next moment, the entire building was finally exploded by a thunder meteorite. The thunder meteorite, which was endless, penetrated into the sea behind through the sea view room, causing huge waves and white smoke steam spreading in the sky.

Such huge momentum and destruction were not erased by two people who should not have appeared in this world, and even an irrelevant person was not erased. Zhu Peng specially arranged for this remote residence to stay. There were few residents. During this period, other tenants would not live here for various reasons. Naturally, they would not be killed or injured by Zhu Peng's tribulation, and the power of the Xuande Prayer Reduction Talisman was consumed for nothing.

"The Great Way is fifty, the Heaven is 49. I have exhausted my efforts for more than 20 years to cultivate the fate of experiencing a rare fate in a thousand years, and cut off all kinds of dust and shaping his mind and will. The one I seek is the vague and glimmer of vitality. What is ridiculous is that in fact, I don't even know what the chance of experiencing is actually referring to." A faint thought echoed in the empty space, a ball of prominent golden flame and a ball of monster red fire entangled and fought and swallowed each other, and it seemed like a golden-red Tai Chi diagram that was constantly moving.

They fought and fought like this, and under the influence of Xuande Qi Shuai Talisman, they crashed into the largest crack in the surrounding black space. At this point, life and death are really based on fate. Zhu Peng can do everything he can do.

"Exhausted all your mind and countless arrangements to tear the membranes of the heavens, and entangled with the souls of those who escaped from one's life to escape to the illusory glimmer of life... The Three Pure Ones are above, please protect your disciples from getting their wishes."
Chapter completed!