The trees are verdant and the calyxes are colorful.
At this time, the main view was the sunset over the mountain. The bright red color of the fire reflected the entire forest in gold and red, which was vivid and beautiful.
The short, fat woodcutter laughed and shook his head when he heard this. He waded through the knee-deep grass with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He threw the short ax in his hand casually and sat satisfied on a large stone as smooth as a mirror, squinting slightly. Come with both eyes.
"You failed to ask your own master, but you went all the way and found the old Taoist's head? It's also difficult. I pity your hard work!"
He stretched out his hand and pointed to the hatchet lying quietly at his feet, and said:
"Let's go three miles east. There is a strange tree that looks like a snake growing in the valley. You can go there with this ax and cut down the tree, and you can easily get rid of this disaster."
"Master Tongxuan is teasing me again. How can I hold your weapon? What's more, this Taoist brother is not willing to let me touch his treasure body."
Nearby, only a bitter smile sounded helplessly.
"That's difficult. Wait, if this Chen Heng can withstand nine small pure Yang thunders and survive the punishment of God, I will do him a small favor."
The short, fat woodcutter took off the bamboo hat on his head, fanned his face, and said:
"Of course, if he can't, everything will stop."
"Master Tongxuan——"
"You are young, and you are not familiar with the world. It is good to repay the favor with a drop of water, but it cannot be generalized. It depends on the circumstances. If you want an experienced person to take action, who in the four seas of Kyushu can do this? big face?
If it weren't for your sake, who cares about Chen Heng's life or death! "
The words fell.
Suddenly there was a loud rumble in his sleeve, like thousands of horses galloping, accompanied by the movement of fire and meteors, and it was deafening.
"You have such a fierce temper? It's a pity that you are not one of my sect. It would be a pity not to practice Taiyi Divine Thunder..."
The short, fat woodcutter muttered to himself, looking down at his sleeves and robe, and he mumbled to someone who didn't know who he was talking to.
"It's a pity that it's useless to encourage the seedlings. I can save him for a while, but can I save him for the rest of his life? Then Chen Heng's life and death can only depend on himself. Let's see, whether he can block the nine small pure Yang thunders!"
Then.
He raised his head again and laughed deeply.
…
…
There was a miserable cloud and mist, in which electric snakes came and went like flying, rising and dying in a moment.
time.
The wind howled, the sound of thunder came from far and near, and everything as far as the eye could see was covered by the vast heavy clouds.
There seems to be a frightening energy brewing in it, and the momentum is terrifying! The surrounding Yin currents and dark energy swirled wildly and gathered towards the center of the heavy cloud!
Stay for a while.
Then he saw that the heavy clouds were broken apart.
A ray of golden thunder and lightning flew out from the cloud, with a roaring sound and a dazzling bright light. It ignored all external objects and only attacked Chen Heng with great force. Come hit!
God sent down punishment, Taibai Jingtian——
Little Chunyang Lei!
In the loud sound that even made the eardrums swell, no other sounds could be heard for a while.
Facing this scene—
Countless complex emotions flashed through Chen Heng's mind, but in the end they were all deeply suppressed, leaving only a kind of fierce and surly anger, and aggression like fire!
The eyes that were originally as dark as the abyss suddenly glowed red, like a demon!
"It turns out that this is the obstruction of the road mentioned by the ancestor Fu Shen? Thunder disaster, punishment from God... Since this is the case, it is actually like this! Then come and do it!"
He laughed loudly, made a fist with his hand, and without any hesitation, struck hard at the thunder that fell above his head!
Bang!
A circle of white energy suddenly expanded in mid-air.
Wherever he passed, flying sand and rocks were flying, just like a tornado hitting the ground!
Wait until the smoke clears.
not far away.
Yue You watched Chen Heng push himself up. The ground under his feet had sunk deeply into a large area and was full of potholes. It was no longer as flat as before.
"This is only the first step, what's the use? There are eight more steps waiting for you! Yushu has countless blood descendants who have all fallen at this pass."
His pupils condensed and he thought to himself:
"This boy has a strong and straight character, he would rather break than bend, he is a spiritual seed, but unfortunately he still lacks some luck.
This time, it seems that the only thing that can be done is to bring his body back to the Innate Demon Sect. "
Between Yue You's emotions.
Thick clouds are rolling in.
Another flash of electric light faintly passed by, which was very dazzling.
Then, after a few breaths of silence, another thunder struck towards Chen Heng, shocking the sky and splitting the clouds!
The second way.
The third way.
The fourth way...
…
I don’t know how long it will be.
When the eighth small pure Yang thunder slowly dissipated, only a few strings of tiny, pulsing electric rays remained in place.
And the electric light rushed out several feet away, like a candle in the wind, and suddenly went out.
Witnessing this scene——
Even Yue You slowly lost his look of enjoying the show and could not help but frown.
It is called:
I have no choice but to pray for my sins.
Chen Yushu's punishment and calamity were so severe that even Dao Lord was unwilling to do anything more, and it was extremely difficult to intervene.
But after he practiced that alchemy and chose to incarnate as a descendant of Guangyan blood descendant.
The Chunyang Thunder that originally belonged to Chen Yushu alone was divided among the heads and fell on each of his heirs, becoming Little Chunyang Thunder.
This calamity and punishment is no ordinary calamity.
Not only are there no ways to cover up or help each other, but there is also no way to avoid them.
The precious secret weapons that are usually used to overcome the tribulation cannot play any role in it. You can only rely on the Taoist magical powers you have learned and the magical weapons in your hands to survive life and death.
Whenever Chen Yushu's blood descendants want to break through a barrier, they will inevitably be attacked by Little Chunyang.
Once you get through it, your spiritual conduct will improve naturally.
Can't get through it.
Everything is over.
In the past few hundred years, Yue You has seen countless talented blood descendants of Chen Yushu being killed by Xiao Chunyang's thunder.
And those who survived were submissive and obedient.
Such as Chen Zuo, Chen Daozheng, Chen Jin, Chen Ying, etc.
Then he was assigned to the Six Demonic Sects by Chen Yushu and entrusted with important tasks to strengthen his wings.
The reason why Yue You stayed in the fight was because he regarded Chen Heng as just like Chen Zuo, and that's why he acted like this.
But even so.
Chen Heng's fetal breath was still exhausted, his body was also injured, and his combat power was damaged.
From Yi Yueyou's point of view, dragging this disabled body and trying to get through this little Chunyang Lei is indeed a narrow escape, and it is impossible.
Although the small pure Yang thunder is far inferior to the real pure Yang thunder, it is still a punishment from God.
When each realm is broken through, the power of Xiao Chunyang faced is also different.
Climb up with the depth of the humane deeds of those who have overcome the tribulation.
The higher one's Taoist cultivation is, the more powerful the Little Chunyang Thunder will be, and the more powerful it will be!
Yue You thought to himself, if he were to be an ordinary foundation-building monk, if he were to cross this little pure Yang thunder that Chen Heng was showing, he would probably die a thousand times, and he would never be spared.
But Chen Heng, dragging his disabled body, actually managed to withstand eight thunder punishments, and only missed the last one to achieve success.
He was actually a little moved by his extraordinary moral character.
"It's a pity, it's a pity that even though your senior warned you not to build the foundation easily, he still didn't dare to offend Yushu and tell the truth about Xiao Chunyang Lei. Chen Heng, you are a hidden dragon, but you are trapped in this Once you're in the fish pond, if you haven't been able to stretch your ambitions, you will end up in ashes!"
Among the heavy clouds.
The thunder became louder and louder.
Yue You laughed and shook his head slightly.
Even though Chen Heng had broken through the foundation building, he was still unable to defeat him and would definitely not be of any use.
But at least.
It's not like he was about to be killed by Xiao Chunyang's thunder just after he figured out his future path.
"If you had perfected your divine will, you should be able to cross this little pure Yang thunder without any hindrance. But right now, the eight paths have reached their ultimate level, and the last one will bring about death!"
Looking at the bloody figure in the pothole, Yue You smiled lowly and sighed:
"I don't want to tie my life or death in the hands of others. I would rather die than be captured by me and capture the Innate Demon Sect. I really have a temperament that would rather be broken than complete!
What you are doing now is a sign of benevolence! "
Yue You sighed leisurely.
in a blink.
But I saw the clouds burst into pieces and the turbidity dispersed!
The sound of the earth splitting and the mountains resounding violently shook the sky.
Then there was a golden thunder that crossed the infinity and struck down towards Chen Heng!
Little Chunyang Lei——Ninth Path!
…
…
Time seemed to be slowed down so much that Chen Heng seemed to be able to see the small pure Yang thunder approaching him inch by inch.
Look around.
In heaven and earth.
It seemed that only the lightning that filled the pupils was left...
There was a trembling feeling instinctively in the body, and the danger of death made his eyes unknowingly pierce like needles.
Angry, unwilling, crazy, fiery, surly——
All kinds of hot emotions are intertwined in the chest, rushing in waves, complicated and difficult to name.
It was as if all the obscure thoughts that had been accumulating in my heart were released together, turning into raging fireworks that burned me into red charcoal ashes from the inside out.
This moment.
Chen Heng's mind suddenly went blank for a moment.
He rarely recalled the hard days spent on the sick bed in his previous life, those injustices, unwillingness and reluctance to give up on life.
There was clearly a booming sound in front of him that could shatter his ears, but it somehow changed into the same state as when he died in his previous life. It was all silent.
He held the long sword as a staff support with five fingers and stared at the golden divine thunder that struck his head.
At the moment when the thunderbolt hit, the corner of his lips suddenly twitched, and then he laughed hoarsely!
So again?
Why is this so?
He held the sword tremblingly, and felt a desperate pleasure of killing rush up from his heart, like a dying galloping horse, galloping for the last time in its life.
Throw those delusions and barriers behind the wind, place them under your hooves, and crush them to pieces! Crushed into the mud!
Even so——
Even so, why not!
This terrifying thought that he wished he could kill everything in front of him.
Chen Heng's eyes sparkled with light, as if he had become enlightened, and he was so happy that it was indescribable!
"In the true Dharma Realm, death is the final state of mind. If you can't even kill your own body, how can you kill a living being?"
Although even the bones were broken countless times, the pain was like a surge.
However, Chen Heng only felt a sense of clarity and comfort, and was content with himself.
"Come on!"
He laughed wildly, and the Qinglu Sword in his hand also let out a loud hiss.
One person jumped away with a sword, and happily met the lightning that struck down the bag, regardless of it, he slashed hard!
It was like a white rainbow flashing across the sky and earth.
His eyelids were already closed, and the corners of Yue You's eyebrows suddenly jumped up carelessly.
He raised his head and saw the majestic scene of the last small pure Yang thunder being split into two parts, and then a white light passed by him.
Then.
There was a sharp pain in the neck.
"One kill in ten steps? No, not just..."
He was stunned for a while.
Yue You looked at the blood stain on his neck that was gradually spreading, raised his head, and sighed inexplicably:
"To be honest, I no longer want to capture you back to the Xiantian Demon Sect... If someone like you cannot be turned into a friend, then it would be better to die."
He was currently dozens of steps away.
There was only a miserable blood shadow with half of the torso transformed by thunder.
Chen Heng sighed with satisfaction in his heart. His five fingers, which had already exposed their bones, could no longer hold the sword hilt.
Amidst the series of crisp sounds of the Qinglu Sword hitting the ground, he used all his strength to slowly turn his remaining body to face Yue You.
It only takes half a breath.
The sword wound on Yue You's neck had been healed as before, easily.
"One sword cuts the root of sorrow, and it is my heart that hangs in the blue sky."
Chen Heng slowly spat out a few unclear words. His body was covered in blood and flesh, his face was covered with wounds and blood, and his eyebrows could not be seen clearly.
Only those eyes.
His eyes were still flat, with a faint smile on his face.
"You won."
He sat on the ground, his voice was not very high, and there was no regret:
"come kill me."
"Okay! If I recognize you as a person, it will be as you wish!" Yue You looked serious and bared his teeth in a smile.
As soon as he raised his hand, it was wrapped in a fierce wind, and he violently pushed down Chen Heng, who was unable to move!
…
…
"Okay! Okay!"
Deep in the woods.
The short, fat woodcutter touched his face and laughed. He ignored the increasingly loud whistling sound in his sleeves, took out his hand, and pointed lightly in the air.
This place is three miles east.
In the valley.
It is originally built with bamboos, pine trees, exotic flowers and auspicious grasses, creating a beautiful and evergreen scene that lasts all year round.
But nothing happened.
There was a strange tree with a winding branch that looked like a snake with its mouth open for devouring. The trunk trembled and then it spontaneously ignited without fire.
In a moment.
It was burned cleanly, not a single bit was left.
At the same time that the strange wood was burned.
Nanchanzhou.
The water contains the cave of life.
Chen Yushu, who was playing chess with him and holding the black and white pieces, suddenly changed his face slightly, his body trembled, he opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"My technique was broken?"
His originally careless expression turned solemn. As his mind turned, he muttered a few spells and made seals in his hands.
"This handwriting seems to be the work of that old man? Isn't he still dead?"
After a long while, he released the seal and chuckled:
"Meeting in my family affairs, you also want to play a casual game?"
…
And at this time.
The abyss of the earth.
Golden Drum Cave.
A Taoist priest wearing a high ornamental crown on his head, a green feather-woven robe, his neck reflected a round light, suddenly unlocked his five senses, woke up from trance, and opened his eyes.
"This qi machine——"
The Taoist raised his mind and interacted with the divine energy of heaven and earth. He used his hands as a guide and made silent predictions.
However, in just a moment, the entire situation was understood.
"I see, Chen Yushu, you really put a lot of effort into this."
He sighed and lifted his sleeves.
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