Chapter 652 Overcoming the eight or nine tribulations, covered with scars
At this point, the Boundary Monument of Life and Death touched the restriction, left Sikong Nanyan's head, and sank to the bottom of the Boneless Sea again.
Sikong Nanyan stepped on the solid ground, his body shook and he almost fell.
At this time, Sikong Nanyan had time to take out a pill from the space treasure and swallow it into his body. After a while, Sikong Nanyan's spiritual energy recovered somewhat.
Looking down at his legs that had turned into bones, Sikong Nanyan's expression remained unchanged.
Then, Sikong Nanyan looked at the black fog ahead, wondering what kind of disaster was waiting for him. At this time, he had no time to recover from his injuries, because a huge cloud of disaster condensed above his head, and thousands of disasters awaited him.
Thunder is flying in the clouds of calamity and may fall at any time.
"What kind of disaster is there, let's do it together!"
Sikong Nanyan was not afraid, smiled boldly, and strode into the thick black fog.
The deeper situation cannot be seen by ordinary Mahayana monks using various means.
Only the extremely powerful who have transcended the Mahayana realm can see Sikong Nanyan's blurry figure and various terrifying Dao marks.
Deep in the Boneless Sea, there is a black mist.
Dazzling lightning flashed, and the atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes of life floated in the thick fog. In addition, there were traces from the end of the years, which struck Sikong Nanyan hard like a whip.
Sikong Nanyan steps on the evergreen Taoist map, wears a ray of light and feathers, and faces all kinds of Taoist tribulations.
Sikong Nanyan smashed the divine thunder that fell from the sky into pieces with one fist. The moment the divine thunder shattered, part of the bones in his right hand also shattered, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
Even so, Sikong Nanyan didn't care at all, and still strode forward with a strong attitude, without any thought of retreating.
Sikong Nanyan had long been numb to the physical pain.
I am also used to the torture of my soul.
The traces of time turned into a spear, thrust from the end of the black mist.
Phew!
The spear pierced Sikong Nanyan's chest, and complex and terrifying law patterns covered Sikong Nanyan, trying to imprison and suppress Sikong Nanyan.
"boom!"
Sikong Nanyan clenched the law pattern on his body with both hands, veins popped out, and he used all his strength. With a loud noise, Sikong Nanyan forcibly tore the pattern in half.
As for the injury on his chest, Sikong Nanyan simply dealt with it and continued to move forward.
Through the location of the wound, Sikong Nanyan's internal organs can be clearly seen.
Streams of blood flowed out from the wound uncontrollably, soaking the clothes Sikong Nanyan had just changed.
After taking a look at the bloody clothes, Sikong Nanyan finally showed an expression and whispered distressedly: "This is the last piece of clothing that the master sewed for me before he died. It's such a pity."
Involuntarily, the image of his mentor appeared in front of Sikong Nanyan's eyes. She was a woman who was sharp-tongued and cruel. In Sikong Nanyan's memory, the master liked to wear white Taoist robes the most. He often taught his disciples to practice diligently and not to be swayed by the secular world.
The incident disturbed the Taoist mind.
When he was young, Sikong Nanyan often made mistakes and was spanked by his master. All his brothers hid in the corner and laughed.
After each punishment, it was naturally difficult to preserve Sikong Nanyan's clothes. Therefore, the master would carefully sew a set of clothes for Sikong Nanyan as compensation.
Mortals in this world are bound to die. Sikong Nanyan saw his master passing away with his own eyes. Words cannot describe the feeling in his heart.
Later, Sikong Nanyan watched his elders leave one after another, with mixed emotions. Later, Sikong Nanyan lived his second life and sent away a group of senior brothers who were deeply in love with each other.
How many people in the world can understand that feeling?
In the huge Changsheng Palace, only Chu Wentian can be regarded as Sikong Nanyan's peer. Chu Wentian is Sikong Nanyan's youngest junior brother, and together they hold up the sky of the Changsheng Palace.
As for the future of Changsheng Palace, Sikong Nanyan has not thought about it, nor does he want to think about it.
Now, he has only one thought, to move forward with all his strength, not to lose the face of Changsheng Palace and his master.
"Master, before you passed away, you asked your disciple to guard the Changsheng Palace, and I did it. You also asked your disciple to live well and take care of yourself, but I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."
Sikong Nanyan thought of the painful way he knelt in front of his master's shrine, and also thought of the first time he met his master. He was a refugee who fled from famine, and his parents both starved to death. When he was dying,
The chef appeared and handed over two buns.
On that day, the master's gentle smile was forever engraved in Sikong Nanyan's heart.
"If there really is another world in this world, I hope the disciple can still be scolded by the master."
Sikong Nanyan's body has reached its limit, relying on the good things deep in his memory to support him hard.
As long as I take one more step, there will be more hope for the future of the human race. Let me take another step forward!
Just one step.
Relying on this belief, Sikong Nanyan managed to survive all kinds of terrifying Taoist tribulations, including mountains of swords and seas of fire. It was difficult to find a single intact place on his body, as various complex Taoist marks were tightly adhered to his bones.
Constantly destroying.
"Wow——"
At this moment, the dark fog that obscured the sky gradually dissipated.
The colorful glow of the Rainbow Bridge once again illuminates the sky and the earth.
Seeing this, the great power in the world immediately tensed up his mind and raised his head to stare at the top of the Rainbow Bridge.
The thick fog cleared, and a person stood above the Rainbow Bridge.
That person was none other than Sikong Nanyan.
Sikong Nanyan's body was covered with scars, his lower body was made of bones, and his upper body was riddled with holes. Everyone could see that his heart was exposed and beating "plop-plop".
"That's..." Someone noticed something strange about Sikong Nanyan.
The great masters took a closer look at Sikong Nanyan, and found that Sikong Nanyan's body was wrapped with a special trace of the Dao, and exclaimed: "An opportunity to prove the Dao!"
Sikong Nanyan has survived eight or nine tribulations, so he can naturally grasp the opportunity of enlightenment in this era.
Everyone in the world looked at Sikong Nanyan and knew that Sikong Nanyan's body had reached its limit. Even if he had the opportunity to achieve enlightenment, he could not reach the thirty-third heaven on the road to enlightenment.
"The fact that he can survive eight or nine tribulations is extraordinary."
Forbidden areas on all sides, the ancient existence exclaimed.
No one in the world knows about the eighty-nine tribulations, but the ancient existence has naturally been seen in ancient books. Originally, all the ancient figures thought that Sikong Nanyan would die under the eighty-nine tribulations, but who knew that Sikong Nanyan was actually gone?
When I came out, I was very surprised.
"If it weren't for the way of heaven that prevented him, he would have attained enlightenment."
No monk dares to question this.
It's a pity that living in such an era has doomed Sikong Nanyan's end.
"The road to enlightenment is now!"
Sikong Nanyan raised his right hand tremblingly and pointed towards the void in front of him.