Chapter 222 The Empress Arrives in the Nine Heavens
Author: Ruixuefengnian
Chapter 222 The Empress Arrives in the Nine Heavens
"Senior, please don't joke around. Such important matters related to the road are nothing to play with!"
When the old beggar came up to Feng Qingan and asked him with a smile whether he decided to join the Qianyang Sect, Feng Qingan had a serious look on his face and sternly rejected the old beggar. I choked for a long time and couldn't speak.
"Then your spiritual pet also said that you have been waiting for me for a long time?"
Master Yonghe's face was full of depression. It was a shame that he was happy in vain. Unfortunately, the little hexagram skills he learned were useless for this kind of thing. Everything is like the legendary Guixu, with only entrances and no exits.
When encountering this kind of situation, Master Yonghe is not surprised. If he didn't have this characteristic, he wouldn't necessarily rush to beg for help. They have always been the only ones in the Qianyang Sect to pick others. How can they rush to beg for help? Not necessarily once.
"That's not bad, I just want to ask for something!"
"What's the matter?"
Master Yonghe was shocked and energetic. It would be nice to be able to make the other party owe him a favor. As long as the other party enters the mountain gate, everything can be easily solved. Sometimes, he is not afraid of the other party's troubles, but is afraid that the other party lacks everything.
"Although I now have thoughts of practicing, I know nothing about the cultivation of immortality. Therefore, I would like to borrow a few Taoist scriptures from the Taoist Master to have a look. Does he have any recommendations?"
"You've got to ask the right person!"
At this time, the old beggar's eyes were shining brightly. The Dao Zang scriptures were easy to explain, and he didn't want to spread the sect's fundamental cultivation methods indiscriminately, but he had no scruples about these.
"I have nineteen volumes of "Qian Yang Wen" here, but I sent thirty-nine real people before and after, after one thousand seven hundred years, and after several cuts, the Dao Zang classics were finally gathered together. If you want to practice spiritual practice, you must read this book!"
"Yeah!"
Feng Qing'an watched the old beggar take out stacks of books from his arms like a magic trick. Even if he didn't read the contents and just listened to the names, Feng Qing'an could guess that this so-called Taoist treasure with every word and every word was probably ten thousand. There are eight or nine cases where private goods will be brought along.
But no matter how much private goods are included, since he dares to call himself Daozang, he still dares to take them out to him. There are some real things in them, so he can show them. Besides, he can't only see the Qianyang Sect family.
"This is too much!"
A moment later, when he saw the old beggar still taking out piles of piles, Feng Qing'an couldn't help it. This was much thicker than the so-called martial arts book that the martial judge had given him at the beginning, and it couldn't be compared. It is enough to decorate the study room.
"not much!"
The old beggar looked at the pile of books in front of him that was as high as a person, nodded with satisfaction, and then said to Feng Qing'an,
"This is what ordinary disciples of our Qianyang Sect need to finish within three years. If we can finish it within three years, then we can start practicing!"
"Three years!"
Feng Qing'an looked at the mountain of books in front of him, and his face couldn't help but twitch. At this moment, he truly felt what it means to practice hard.
This is just the beginning of cultivating immortality. Even after reading it, I still don’t have any extraordinary power in my body. I just can’t even make a fire. Compared with ordinary people, there is no essential difference.
"Young Master is still young now. It's only been three years. It's nothing. You have time to read it slowly. Besides, with your talent, the disciples in our sect are dull compared to you. Maybe you can finish reading it in three months." !”
The old beggar said with a smile, this Tibetan sutra is certainly worthy of its name, but after reading it, you will even feel connected to it, your energy will move with your spirit, and you will naturally develop Qianyang Qi.
Of course, those who can do this are all extremely talented. Once they appear, they will be accepted as direct disciples by the real person.
But even with such a one-in-a-million talent, the old beggar had no doubt that the person in front of him could do it, or even do it better.
"Thank you so much, Master!"
Feng Qing'an picked up a book, originally just wanting to read it casually, but after looking at it twice, he found that he could actually understand the true meaning contained in it, and he started flipping through it unconsciously.
The old beggar originally wanted to say something, but when he saw Feng Qingan looking in so easily, a bright smile appeared on his face, and he silently retreated without saying anything.
"Don't bother me, just bring some food on time!"
Before the old beggar left, he did not forget to give instructions to both sides.
Butler Zhao, who was originally an old man from Jianghu, couldn't tell that the slovenly old beggar in front of him was one of the legendary land gods in the opera, so he immediately and respectfully agreed.
However, the old housekeeper soon discovered that he had agreed too early, because only half a day later, a graceful and luxurious woman, like a fairy from heaven, knocked on the door of the mansion.
"I wonder if your young master is here?"
"My young master is reading scriptures in the house. Please wait for a moment, miss, and I will go and pass the news here!"
Butler Zhao just glanced at the woman, then bowed his head respectfully, not daring to look any further.
Because with his eyesight, he actually didn't find a single flaw on this woman's face. An ordinary person's face is full of filth, and her facial features are perfect. This is not the face that a mortal should have.
"Invite someone in!"
Having finished reading one side of the Taoist scriptures, Feng Qing'an was still unsatisfied, but he did not forget his previous plan. He just let the old beggar give him the "Qianyang Question" and put it aside, and met the girl from Taiyintian. build.
The hook is straight and the bait is salty!
It can be described as blatant fishing!
But in such things, only those who wish to take the bait are always willing to take the bait. Sure enough, when the immortal woman walked into the room and saw the Taoist scriptures placed on one side. After chatting with Feng Qingan for a few words, she also said it without hesitation. Take out the Taoist scriptures prepared by Taiyintian for the beginner disciples.
These Taoist sutras are important even if they are said to be important. Even real people can get some insights from them. They are not important even if they are not important. Naturally, there is nothing to cherish about the things that all disciples have in their hands.
"Taiyin·Suwen"
Although the name is simple, the weight of this Taoist scripture is even greater than that of the Qianyang Sect.
"good!"
Feng Qing'an picked up a book and quickly became immersed in it in front of this fairy's daughter. Although it was also mixed with private goods, it was indeed Daozang.
The female cultivator of the Taiyin Heaven saw that Feng Qing'an was fascinated. The daughter of the immortal smiled, and then she retreated very consciously.
When the so-called secret is known to a second person, it is no longer a secret. Therefore, on the third day, the mansion where Feng Qingan lives was "captured" by many Taoists who deliberately wanted to win over him.
These Taoist masters seemed to have agreed upon it. The first one had just retreated, and the next one came to visit. Even Feng Qing'an's straight hook fishing was full of harvests. Every real person who visited him left behind his sect. Taoist canon carefully collected and then compiled.
After all, it does not involve fundamental cultivation, nor is it a secret inheritance of magical powers. No real person would do anything stingy in this regard, causing other sects to be compared with other real people.
Therefore, although Feng Qing'an was always disturbed, he was also pained and happy. In just ten days, he obtained an astonishing number of Taoist scriptures that had to be carried into the cave.
However, there is a lot of overlapping content in these Taoist scriptures, but after revision and compilation by various schools, there are always some unique features.
Even if it is basically filled with private goods, if you really read it all, you will not be led astray. Of course, to be on the safe side, Feng Qingan decided to show it to Donghuang first, so that this person
The immortals of the past guarded him.
"I'm preparing to survive the tribulation, do you want to see it?"
"want!"
In late August, Feng Qingan closed the door to thank his guests and saw no one. No matter how powerful he was, no one could even think of entering his house again. All his attention was focused on the underworld at the moment.
…
There is no sky, no stars, no moon, no life, no life. This is a land of the netherworld. No matter it was hundreds of millions of years ago or now, the world here is so dead and there is no hope. I was born here, no matter how many times I have traveled.
Gao, in the end all we get is despair.
"It will be difficult for the Yin spirit to become a saint for all eternity!"
Looking up at the dim sky without any decoration above the head, a king wearing silver armor, but looking elegant and ethereal, stands in the void. His hair, as black as carved from ink jade, is dancing in the floating wind, clear and clear.
His eyes reflected the dead silence of the ruined world.
"If Gu Ruo has survived thousands of tribulations, is it possible to become a saint?"
The moment the question appeared, a purple thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck the being in silver armor.
boom--
Purple electric light bloomed, and her silver armor flashed with crystal brilliance. She bore the thunder without any damage on her body.
"Does this mean you are the first thunder tribulation?"
A voice with a hint of worry sounded in his heart, and the sudden thunder made him tremble, because there was no warning in the sky just now.
"No, this is just a reminder!"
Donghuang's indifferent voice sounded.
"What?"
Feng Qing'an didn't understand it for a while, but in the next moment, he understood it, because when the real disaster comes, there will be no clouds of disaster, let alone any brewing time, giving those who can overcome the disaster time to prepare.
There was only a purple sea that suddenly appeared and turned into a thunder pool, directly submerging Donghuang's figure. Feng Qing'an used Donghuang's perspective to see what he saw in front of him was a vast purple sea. It was a sea of thunder and lightning, which was extremely terrifying.
"What do you mean? Are you not even giving me a way to survive?"
Feng Qing'an, who had already seen the Dragon Girl overcome the tribulation and thought he had some understanding of the tribulation, couldn't help but scream after seeing the intensity of the thunder tribulation that Donghuang had to endure.
If this lightning disaster was aimed at him, then he is basically lying flat now. He can't muster the slightest resistance, because just the so-called reminder is enough to chop him into a piece of coke, and maybe even ashes.
There is nothing left.
boom--
Thousands of thunderbolts intertwined in one place, surging like a tide, but possessing the terrifying power to crush everything. The blazing lightning swept across the sky and the earth, and everything was dyed with purple meaning.
"I am the body of a Yin spirit!"
Donghuang, who was conquered by thousands of thunders and suffered unimaginable harm, spoke calmly at this moment. She already knew what she needed to face and endure.
boom--
There was another roar, which almost penetrated Feng Qing'an's eardrums and shattered his soul. Even though he was separated by a world, Feng Qing'an had the illusion that his soul was going to fly away. The vast sea of thunder that connected the sky and the earth made
He felt despair in his heart, like the sky pouring down from the sky, like the endless river of stars falling down.
"Even if it is a Yin spirit, it will not be like this. This bird catastrophe was not even brewing, it was just smashed down!"
Feng Qing'an couldn't help but feel sorry for Donghuang. It's not like he had never seen a catastrophe. How could it be like this?
It's as if God doesn't give the ghost kings in the netherworld any way to survive, and has no room for existences above the ghost kings. He wants to take advantage of their opportunity to overcome the catastrophe and erase all traces of them from the world.
When Dragon Girl first overcame the tribulation, the tribulation had been brewing for a long time. Even the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait could feel the sense of oppression and had the opportunity to escape to their homes.
After the Tribulation Crossers and the surrounding creatures were almost ready, the first thunder came belatedly and slowly descended, with gaps in between.
It's not like the current Heavenly Tribulation in Donghuang Crossing. He greeted him with thunder at the beginning, and then gave no chance to react at all. There was not even a wisp of cloud. The next moment, there was a sea of purple thunder, wrapping the people who were crossing the Tribulation in it.
in.
Not to mention the intensity of this heavenly tribulation, which is more than ten times greater than when Long Nu passed through the tribulation. Just talking about the process of falling this tribulation and the intervals between each tribulation thunder have already demonstrated the two worlds.
difference.
"This is the catastrophe of Netherworld, there is nothing strange about it!"
Donghuang, who had gone through the Netherworld Tribulation for the first time, was very calm. Even though her body was shaking under the thunder, she still managed to hold on. Spiritual swords flew out from her side one after another, slashing
The lightning flashes flew toward her.
However, such behavior is tantamount to carving out a waterless land in the vast ocean. All she can do is to suffer as little as possible from lightning strikes.
"Donghuang, if God doesn't help you, I will help you!"
Feng Qing'an has never seen Donghuang in such a mess. Her silver armor was penetrated by thunder. Under the Luan Feng armor, her body, which no ghost king could match, was also devastated by the thunder and was covered with scars.
.
"No need for now, let's wait for the last catastrophe!"
Donghuang refused,
"I still have some options left, so I can hold on!"
The moment Donghuang's words fell, a misty fairy energy floated from her body, and as the Tao Yun flowed, the nine-fold cloud-shrouded Tianque appeared behind her.
There was a figure sitting on top of the Nine Heavenly Tower. The moment it appeared, the surging thunder sea fell silent for a while, and an eternal and immortal aura emerged.
"What's this?"
Feng Qing'an was dumbfounded when he saw the figure sitting high in the Nine Heavens Tower. Although it was cloudy and foggy, he couldn't see it clearly, but looking at its shape alone, how could Feng Qing'an, who was very familiar with Donghuang's body, not see it?
Come out, the outlines of the two are almost the same.
The fever is gone, hold your hand and go to sleep first