Vol 6 Chapter 798: Heavenly Tribulation

Zhifeizhen stared at the tribulation above his head. In Qiqianwu, the tribulation would be much weaker than the outside world. This is a geomantic treasure. Therefore, the tribulation of this society, this intensity, is really a bit beyond the cognitive category of knowing and not real, and the real immortal crossing the tribulation does not have such a big battle, it is not to say how magnanimous the tribulation cloud is, or it gives people a kind of disapproval. A feeling of kindness.
"what are you doing?!"
Siyuhua stood proudly, "I want to break my life!"
Zhifeizhen pinpointed the process of breaking the fate, only to feel that her fate was fluctuating sharply, and the string of fate seemed to be broken in the future. This kind of person either died or died unlucky.
"No!" Knowing that the real scalp is numb, the biggest reason for the monks to seek immortality is naturally for longevity, even if they can be reincarnated safely after death, how can they hope that they will not be superborn, even if the road of Siyuhua Strong, but she is fundamentally contrary to the mainstream and cannot be recognized.
Siyuhua seems to have no weight, and slowly rises. This kind of rise does not require a little reluctance, but is stable, calm, and full of incomparable strength. Zhifeizhen seems to see the deep roots of the earth. Even if she is in the air, Yuan Ciqi closely connects her with the earth, and continuously feeds her back from the earth.
This is a path that fits the idea of ​​the unity of nature and man, and it is a path that is worth walking, and it is also feasible.
"Siyuhua, you stop for me! That's enough! You can leave the level! Stop!" Zhifeizhen pinched her fingerprints and wanted to force her to change her mind through her own spell.
Siyuhua was on a high place, and the endless five-element thunders above her head were jumbled and pouring like rain. She turned her head to look down at him, and the vermillion tridents slowly emerging from her eyebrows were engraved dazzlingly.
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Zhi Feizhen pointed to Si Yuhua, "You are the calamity."
She didn't respond, she was a little drunk, shaking, falling into the bath, knowing Feizhen covering her face, "Listen to me carefully!"
Siyuhua snorkeled in the hot chalcedony pulp, like a fish submerged in the water. After a while, the butterfly clothes floated up, swaying Qingbo in the squiggly, she was a black flashing across the water Shadow, dizzy the color of the grease.
Zhi Feizhen squeezed his eyebrows, "It seems that some obedient maidservants must be recruited." He pinched the Five Mountains Seal of the Hand Jue, and pulled out the Four Royal Flowers. She had fallen asleep in the past, so that people couldn't pour out her anger. "Okay, I just curse you."
I have prepared the dansha ink for a long time, take the pen, and know that Feizhen draws the ancient talisman on his skin. It is a dense totem-like shape, bright red. After the drawing is completed, the magic is applied. The talisman is red and hot like a soldering iron. She frowned in her sleep.
Spinning and tossing, she muffled, Zhifeizhen stared at her, like a fish out of the water, in the pain of deoxygenation and suffocation, still drowning in her sleep.
The air she exhaled turned into a white mist in the air, and her body was like iron plates, and she did not ooze any sweat. It was just that the mist was blurred, and the dazzling red light of the talisman fainted on her. A warm red tent.
Zhifeizhen sat next to her, the forbidden method of Ji Shen Purifying Soul had been completed, and Si Yuhua would become obedient puppets. Her current struggle will only be the last one.
The scarlet Fulu finally flowed like a swimming fish, gathered in the center of her eyebrows, and condensed into a three-pointed sharp appearance.
Knowing Feizhen's curse, calling Siyuhua's name, she opened her eyes, her eyes bright and simple.
"The leader."
Zhifeizhen looked at her with a deep joy but not without sadness. Siyuhua is the Siyuhua of Qiqianwu, but he somewhat missed that simple, wild Siyuhua.
She gazed at her leader tenderly, her eyes becoming more and more like the Mother Earth God. Zhifeizhen sometimes really feels that she is a noble person different from ordinary people, a unique temperament different from monks. The monks in numerology are mostly outsiders, and Siyuhua is a royal family outside of Fang.
"From today, you have to learn how to be the saint of Qiqianwu."
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"Don't wake up."
Concubine Xiang Yu looked at the three-pronged talisman floating above her head, and Lu Zhengkang's illusion stood beside her, "Just don't wake up. I will pick you up when you get through the catastrophe."
Concubine Xiang Yu is not unaware of everything outside. She can see, hear, feel, and another she is acting, a naive and generous woman. Concubine Xiang Yu feels strange to her, like another perfect self, except that she is a little stupid.
She was looking at Zhifeizhen.
This is also a somewhat stupid person, one of the few normal people in an evil sect, for the time being, he has not even discovered any quirks, privately even a very weak person.
Having lived for almost two hundred years, Zhifeizhen is still the same as Zhifeizhen. Perhaps he has never really emerged from the bottomless pit.
Such a person, no matter how strong it is, is only a child, of course, he is a vicious person, that is, the Venerable Wuji, who runs rampantly and slays the country. Concubine Xiang Yu would not have a slight affection for him because of his childishness. Such a person is destined to be damned.
Concubine Xiang Yu cherished this fate. Since he deserves to die, let him die under her fist.
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The five-element sky thunder is vast in nature, inclusive of basically all the physical properties under the world. A thunder can be bright, can be gray, it can be flowing and dense, it can be frantic and noisy, it can be vibrant, the five elements Five Luck, restraining almost all acquired belongings.
But the vitality is still above the five elements.
Concubine Xiang Yu looked down at Zhifeizhen. The thunder hit her back, and after a sudden bright light, the talisman between her brows opened and cracked, just like her body now covered with scars.
"I know you are not true, thank you. But I will not forgive you. My family died because of you, and there are so many lives in the world. If you hide in the empty mountain to escape the scourge, then I will be your scourge! "
Venerable Wuji sneered, "A mere cultivator, dare to be presumptuous in front of me!" He stared at Concubine Xiang Yu's eyes, and he was hopeful that he could see the well-behaved Siyuhua in her eyes. Shadow.
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The believers in Qiqianwu are discussing when the saint and the leader will get married, and they privately bet on it.
The appearance of the saint is of course recognized as a means to stabilize the faith, and it is also a method to boost morale during this extraordinary period of Qiqianwu's severe setbacks and convergent minions. You can expect that at that time, the wedding ceremony of the leader and the saint will invite both good and evil in the world to show the strong background of Qiqianwu, so as not to be underestimated.
The night in the hollow mountain is very cold and quiet ~EbookFREE.me~ At the beginning of the new year, there is no atmosphere of lights and festoons, but there is an air of celebration from the oasis in the desert.
Zhi Feizhen stood on a low and unknown mountain.
Siyuhua approached from behind and brought him a cloak against the cold. She hugged Zhifeizhen from behind and put her cheeks on his head. The difference between the two figures often made Zhifeizhen very embarrassed.
Siyuhua has the familiar sweet smell of wine, evaporated milk, citrus, mango, alfalfa and mineral lingering smell.
"You drank my wine secretly again."
"They say yours is mine."
"Who are they?"
"It's those people, everyone."
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