Cultivators call the continent most suitable for their survival Zhongshen Continent.
On the top of the highest mountain in Zhongshen Continent, three thousand feet higher in the cold void, there is always a ball of green-yellow energy rolling.
In the center of this mass of vitality, there is a black temple.
This black temple is majestic and simple, full of unspeakable fairy charm.
Only cultivators who can truly stay in this black temple will see clearly that this black temple is made up of countless tiny black ants.
None of these ants are the same, and they have different postures, as if they were suddenly frozen in time and space. But the ground they form is smoother and smoother than a mirror, without any gaps.
There was no sound in the Dharma Hall, it was absolutely dead silence.
In its center, there is a throne made of green and yellow energy. Sitting on the throne is a cultivator wearing a black robe.
Opposite him, a huge black picture scroll was suspended.
There are many bright light spots in the black scroll. When his eyes fall on a certain light spot, the light spot will continue to expand in his pupils, evolving into countless mountains and rivers, becoming invisible at all.
The continent at the end.
The light comes from the cultivators in these continents.
These are the continents where cultivators are most densely populated and have control over them.
But these continents scattered on this huge picture only account for a small part of this picture.
In addition to these bright light spots, there are more light spots emitting dim gray flames on this picture, as well as halos that are always surrounded by black flames or hazy gray flames.
These respectively mean a place of chaos, a place of despair, and a place of unknown.
These are by no means the protagonists in this picture.
The protagonists of this painting are the ever-changing blacks and the occasional flashes of strange light.
These mean more planes and laws that have no contact with this world.
A small bright spot of light suddenly reflected in the cultivator's eyes.
A golden calamity cloud was generated in that spot of light.
This strange golden color only appeared in the cultivator's eyes for a short moment and did not attract his special attention.
…
Surrounding the Zhongshen Continent, there are about seventy continents with good auras in all directions.
That light spot corresponds to Xiao Yuzhou. On the black scroll, it is to the east of Zhongshen Continent. Among all those bright light spots, it is located in a very peripheral area.
It is surrounded by many gray and black flames, and it seems that it will soon be completely extinguished in the black, but it is always as bright as ever.
The monks in Xiaoyuzhou never belittle themselves.
Although among the more than 70 vast and boundless continents, Xiaoyuzhou ranks eighth from the bottom in terms of spiritual energy abundance, in the well-documented history of cultivation, there have been many truly important figures in Xiaoyuzhou.
At this time, over a barren mountain somewhere in Xiaoyuzhou, a nuclear boat about one foot long was quietly suspended in a white cloud.
This nuclear boat has been refined for at least hundreds of years, and its entire body is covered with a thick purple-red paste soaked in spiritual energy.
There were two people on board the nuclear boat, and at the head of the boat was an old Taoist wearing black Taoist robes.
This old Taoist has white beard and hair, a pale face, and a Taoist style of immortal bones.
Behind him was a pretty girl wearing a blue robe. Her eyes were big, her eyelashes were long, and she was a little childish.
The old Taoist originally looked at the continuous barren mountains below with a serious face, his eyes flickering slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but suddenly, there was a strange sound behind him.
He turned around and took a look, his eyes suddenly bulged, "Lingxiu, what are you doing?"
The girl is cracking walnuts.
It would be fine if she could just crack the walnuts properly, but this girl had her arms hanging out of the boat and was cracking the walnuts with her chin.
It looks really indescribably weird.
"Crack walnuts, what else can I do?"
Looking at the old man who seemed to have seen a ghost, the girl didn't take it seriously at all, "It's not normal to smash walnuts on the nuclear boat. These are the Lingtai walnuts given to me by the third uncle. Do you want to eat them?"
"No!" The more the old Taoist looked at the girl, the more speechless he became, "He Lingxiu, He Lingxiu, I have reviewed the qualifications of our Huayang sect members, and you have been the best for the past five hundred years. If Patriarch Tonghui cannot break the elixir and form a baby today, From now on, Huayang Sect’s hope of becoming a Nascent Soul falls on you alone. You must respect yourself and don’t behave like this when nothing happens.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the girl named He Lingxiu made a clicking sound, smashed a walnut with her forehead, and said feebly: "How can I be considered weird, at best I can be regarded as innocent?"
"you……"
This old Taoist is the elder of the Huayang Sect, Wu Yang Zhenren, who can be regarded as a ruthless person within a radius of three thousand miles. Ordinary Huayang Sect disciples would not even dare to show their anger in front of him, but at this time, he was really helpless towards He Lingxiu. "At your age, can you still be related to innocence?"
"I started practicing when I was five years old. In the next ten years or so, I will spend at least 80% of my time practicing. Excluding these time, my mind is equivalent to that of an eighty-nine-year-old at most. How can I not be considered innocent?" He Lingxiu He said while picking up walnut meat to eat.
Master Wuyang couldn't help but shook his head again, and didn't want to argue with her anymore.
"Master, do you think there might be some miscarriage of justice during this calamity?" He Lingxiu suddenly became serious again, as if he was a completely different person.
Master Wuyang frowned, "What are you thinking about?"
He Lingxiu said seriously: "A monk can have many different sides. Master, you can't understand me. Maybe the laws of heaven can't understand either?"
"Don't talk heresy!" Master Wuyang's face turned icy cold. "Every level of Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Golden Pill, Nascent Soul, Divine Transformation, Annihilation, and Mahayana has to be faced once. Corresponding to the heavenly tribulation, this is the most original law of heaven, there are no exceptions, just like normal people will not think about why fish swim in the water instead of in the sky, you should not waste your time on such random thoughts."
He Lingxiu nodded, seeming to agree with what he said, but still muttered, "But there may be exceptions to everything. Just like I know, isn't there a fish called Kun flying in the sky in Beimingzhou?"
"This at best shows that I gave an improper example!" Master Wuyang was immediately provoked and became a little angry.
"Let's not talk about this anymore." He Lingxiu waved his hand, as if he was not interested in the topic he started, "When Patriarch Tonghui fails to overcome the tribulation, what exactly do you want me to take the opportunity to collect?" Lei Gang, or collect fragments of some of his unique magic weapons?"
"You..." Master Wuyang suddenly became angry.
He Lingxiu also knew what he was thinking at this time, but instead sneered, "Master, there is no need to hide between us. People of the Ming Dynasty do not speak secretly. Although our Huayang Sect ranks among the seventy-two immortal sects in Xiaoyuzhou,
Orthodox, but what is Xiaoyuzhou’s status among the many continents? Our Huayang Sect was originally a branch of Difeishan in Zhongshenzhou. No one has achieved Nascent Soul in five hundred years. The entire Huayang Sect does not even have a spiritual land suitable for overcoming the tribulation.
, I am also afraid that the mighty catastrophe will destroy many of the magic formations in the mountain gate. Patriarch Tonghui chooses such a wild place to escape the tribulation secretly, and I am afraid that someone will take the opportunity to plot against him. The master has authorized you to take me to see him survive the tribulation. Of course, it is fat water.
Don’t leave it to outsiders, let me collect as much benefit as possible.”
The anger in Wuyang Zhenren's eyes completely disappeared. He was silent for a moment after listening, and said: "Since you have thought so thoroughly, if Patriarch Tonghui really fails to overcome the tribulation, you don't need to worry about the rest of his things, but there is a Yin Lei
Umbrella, you must get it."
"The Yin Lei Umbrella is a legendary spiritual treasure that fell into our Huayang Sect, but no one in Huayang Sect has ever seen it. It turns out that Patriarch Tonghui really has such a spiritual treasure in his hands."
He Lingxiu nodded, with a half-smile on his face, "But, Master, didn't you say that Huayang Sect is the only one coming here?"
Master Wuyang was slightly startled. He followed He Lingxiu's gaze and saw a white cloud suddenly glowing with cyan in front of him on the left, and a large jasper-colored gourd seemed to come out of thin air.
There were a total of six people standing on the big gourd, one of whom was a round-faced old Taoist wearing a golden robe, and the other five were young men and women slightly older than He Lingxiu.
"What a coincidence, Junior Brother Wuyang is also here?"
The round-faced old man looked at Wuyang Zhenren and He Lingxiu with a smile on his face, but he looked a little embarrassed.
He is Zhenren Qingyang and an elder of Huayang Sect. The five young men and women behind him are all his true disciples.
Master Qingyang’s own cultivation is slightly inferior to Master Wuyang, but he started decades earlier than Master Wuyang, and the true disciples he has accepted over the years are also extremely outstanding in Huayang Sect. In terms of progress in cultivation
, He Lingxiu is the well-deserved number one in the Huayang Sect, but before He Lingxiu was born, the best among the monks in the Qi Refining Period of the Huayang Sect were the five true disciples behind him at this time.
His five true disciples even had the title of Five Sons of Huayang before He Lingxiu entered. Therefore, before Master Wuyang had He Lingxiu as his true disciple, Master Qingyang's status in Huayang Sect was still in Wuyang.
Above Yang Zhenren.
Master Wuyang's face looked a little ugly. Before he could speak, He Lingxiu had already saluted the people of Qingyang Town with a smile and said: "Hello, Uncle Qingyang."
Master Qingyang didn't expect He Lingxiu to be so polite to him. Just as his face was filled with joy, He Lingxiu had already turned to the five true disciples behind him and said, "I don't care how you learned that Patriarch Tonghui was here."
We are here to overcome the tribulation, but if you try to snatch something from me later, I won’t be polite to you if you get used to it.”
There are two crisp sounds of "click" and "click".
As she finished saying these words, she crushed two more walnuts in her hand.
The five Huayang disciples all had good self-restraint skills. Hearing her naked threat, they all just smiled. The eldest brother among the five, Qi Jianzhu, said with a smile: "Junior sister He, we just happened to meet our ancestor coming out of seclusion.
, then I realized..."
"So you mean we met by chance while passing by?"
He was interrupted by He Lingxiu before he finished speaking. This girl who could change several faces in one breath reached out to the sky around her and said sarcastically: "Then there are too many people who happened to be passing by.
Does our sect leader have some unique hobby and likes to secretly tell others the secrets of our sect?"
"What's the meaning?"
Master Wuyang and others were stunned. In the blink of an eye, the clouds in the sky kept changing. Countless wisps of tiny electric lights appeared in the mirror-like sky. In the surrounding sky, there were clusters of brilliant lights accompanying the changes.
Reiatsu keeps appearing.
Golden tribulation clouds continue to appear in the sky. With these golden tribulation clouds as the center, a huge funnel seems to have appeared in the higher void, constantly sucking the air from all directions. The terrifying suction force makes the sky appear.
Countless strong winds visible to the naked eye.
Under the wash of the strong wind, the flying magic weapons in the surrounding sky continued to appear, and there were at least hundreds of them flashing. Looking from a distance, it was like a sea of stars suddenly settled around this barren mountain.
Master Wuyang and Master Qingyang felt a little numb.
Robbers have always existed.
The death of a great monk means that countless essences of heaven and earth return to heaven and earth, just like a whale in the sea forms a whale fall after death, which can often bring great benefits to the monks who happen to be present.
Some practitioners with unique methods can predict heavenly tribulations in advance. Wherever there is a heavenly tribulation, they will immediately rush to wait for the benefits.
But according to common sense, if a golden elixir monk secretly survives a catastrophe, it would be good if at most a dozen pursuers can arrive when the catastrophe actually comes. How could so many people show up in advance?