Lu Chen looked at Nan Tian Yijian. After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure out the reason. He could only comfort Nan Tian Yijian and said, "Your cultivation level has broken through. Isn't it good that there is no catastrophe? At least there will be no threat of death. , and besides, have you forgotten the novel we read last time?”
"As long as he is more unique than ordinary monks, then he has the possibility of becoming the protagonist." Lu Chen thought of this and suddenly raised his voice: "Yes, that's it. You must be the protagonist. You have broken through the cultivation level without encountering a catastrophe. This It’s your protagonist’s aura.”
"Yes, this must be your protagonist aura. If only I were like you, wouldn't I be able to pass through it easily when I transform into an immortal in the Okita realm?"
Master Jun is also thinking of various ways to comfort Nan Tian Yijian at this moment: "This is an opportunity that many people can't ask for."
"Yes, brother Yijian, this must be your opportunity."
"Ugh... Boss, Xiao Junzi, Wan'er, are you comforting me?" Nan Tian Yijian listened to the words of several people, and forced a smile on his lips: "I appreciate your kindness, but I really don't have it. That’s the way to say it.”
"No, no, Xiao Lu'er may be right. This may really be your protagonist's halo."
"Senior Feng Long, what do you mean by that?" Nan Tian Yijian raised his head and looked at Feng Long: "Does Senior Feng Long know the reason why I didn't encounter the catastrophe?"
"Do you know how the catastrophe was formed?"
"Isn't the Heavenly Tribulation a way for heaven and earth to test monks? Is there any unique way to say it?" Lu Chen and others heard Feng Long's statement and immediately raised their heads, staring at Feng Long to find the answer.
"It's true that Heavenly Tribulation is a way for heaven and earth to test monks, but Master Qingdi said that it is the Dao of Heaven that really generates Heavenly Tribulation. Although Tiandao has long since disappeared, the mechanism of Heavenly Tribulation he left behind is still running. Heavenly Tribulation It will keep coming.”
Feng Long sprayed out the Hunyuan giant sword above his head and threw it directly towards the obsessive memory in mid-air: "I have said before that the way of heaven also relies on the power of monks to grow, so to a certain extent, the way of heaven can also be said to be Yuan Li, think about it, how can the power of the same sect and the same lineage hurt our own people?"
Feng Long looked at the blessings from heaven and earth in front of him, and poured them into Nantian Yijian. He laughed and said, "Nantian boy, tell me now whether this is your opportunity? Are you the protagonist of this world?"
"Really? Then the wish power in my body can also be said to be the way of heaven?" After hearing Feng Long's explanation, Nan Tian Yijian immediately grinned and his chin was raised to the top of his head, as if he was controlled by the way of heaven. The same.
"Uh..., you think too much."
The wind dragon shook off its tail and hit Nan Tian Yijian's head hard: "You are the only one who still wants to be the controller of heaven? Your wish is just a mutated spiritual energy at best."
"!@#@#￥￥"
Nan Tian touched the back of his head with a sword, looked at the slowly thinning blessings of heaven and earth, and muttered: "It depends on me. Anyway, I am the only one who can cultivate the power of wish now. Maybe my power of wish will be Will become the next Heavenly Way.”
"!@#￥"
Lu Chen and others couldn't help but roll their eyes when they heard Nan Tian Yijian's words. They originally thought that Nan Tian Yijian would be sad for a long time because of this incident, but unexpectedly they underestimated Nan Tian Yijian's big heart. As soon as I was given a pole, I started climbing up.
The problem of Nantian Yijian was solved for the time being. Several people began to crazily absorb the blessings of heaven and earth to improve their own realm. The obsessional memories of these people were slowly entangled with each other and slowly integrated into the various parts of their bodies. at.
Outside the library.
The mist under the cliff seemed to feel the blessing of heaven and earth, and the surge became even more fierce. For a while, many people in black robes appeared on the edge of the cliff and began to observe the changes under the cliff.
"Why does the fog on the cliff suddenly billow? Is it possible that the surge is ahead of schedule this time?" A man in black robes holding a pair of swords sprayed a stream of sword energy into the fog.
The sword energy directly broke through the space restrictions and slashed towards the fog. The two attributes of the sword energy, wind and thunder, intertwined and rolled up a beam of thunder and lightning storm that quickly cut through the layers of fog.
This group of men in black robes also took this opportunity to come to the edge of the cliff. Their eyes condensed all kinds of spiritual energy and looked under the fog. The thunder and lightning storm continued to rush downwards with their remaining strength, and penetrated three thousand miles into the fog in the blink of an eye. rice.
Under the fog, countless corpses were scattered densely, and countless treasures were scattered beside the corpses.
Most of them here are dry and decaying corpses, those wielding long swords, and those holding long knives. But they all have the same movement, that is, they flee in the same direction with frightened expressions, as if there is something violent behind them. Something is chasing them.
There are also fresh corpses next to the dried corpses. Some of these corpses still retain their appearance in life and are wearing clothes from different cultivation eras, and a large part of them are wearing clothes from Fengtian Mansion.
The aura emanating from the corpses showed that these were very high-level monks when they were alive. They heard about the existence of treasures under the mist and rushed to seize the treasures. The monks who died there did not yet explore the situation under the mist.
The thunder and lightning storm continued to move left and right, clearing away the fog and sweeping out the treasures next to the corpses. However, after the storm and lightning swept over, the corpses were annihilated by the wind, leaving only the skeletons.
The man in black robe holding two swords glanced at the storm and thunder, controlling the storm and thunder to rotate left and right, and he could see clearly through the clear underside of the thunder and lightning image.
The man in black robe with two swords pinched the spell with both hands, and the scene under the mist immediately appeared on the cliff, allowing the last men in black robe who were unable to look down to see the scene under the mist.
In a few breaths, the thunder and lightning storm opened up a field nearly ten thousand meters wide, and also rolled up countless secret treasures.
"There are so many treasures this time, more than all the previous ones combined." A man in black robes holding a chain pointed at the edge of the cliff and said loudly: "Is that the spirit body of heaven and earth that I saw before?"
When many monks heard the words of the man in black robes with chains, they immediately looked towards the edge of the cliff.
"That's really the spirit of heaven and earth." An old-looking man in black robe stretched out his hand, called out a spear, and said with a smile: "Hahaha, God is pity, God is pity, with this spirit I will definitely be able to master the transformation technique and live another life in this world."
"Old man, do you still want this spirit body?"
A man in black robe reached out and took off the brim of his hat, revealing a face full of scars, and said sarcastically: "Old Master of Transformation, your transformation gate has been broken up, how do you still want to live for the rest of your life?"
"Huaxin, you traitor, if it weren't for you and me, how could Huasheng Avenue have declined?" Taoist Huasheng looked at Huaxin and said angrily: "If I had known that you would be sentenced to the Huasheng Sect, I shouldn't have taken you in back then."
"Haha..., the Transformation Sect is dead, didn't you realize it was too late?" Hua Xin looked at the Transformation Taoist and said, and was about to continue taunting, but at this moment, the man in black robes with two swords suddenly He took a few steps back, yelled, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"What's going on?" Many black-robed Taoists looked at the man in black-robed swords and said in unison: "You obviously didn't touch the mist. Why were you suddenly injured?"
"This fog has changed. This time the fog has been swallowed up before it broke out, and it also used my spiritual energy and spiritual consciousness to backfire into my Tianchi Qi Sea."
"How could this happen? In the past, didn't spiritual energy only be swallowed up at the moment when it spewed out?" The man in black robe listened to the words of the double-sword Taoist and began to talk.
At the back of the crowd, several monks with very weak cultivation quickly came to the man in black robe with double swords and transmitted spiritual energy into the man in black robe: "Ancestor, how are you? Will you be affected?"
"But it doesn't matter. I cut off the spiritual energy as soon as the mist came back." The Taoist Master Shuangdao quickly swallowed two pills, sat cross-legged on the ground, inserted his two knives on both sides of his body, and began to quickly recover from his injuries.
Watching the man in black robe with double swords begin to repair his body, the remaining men in black robes were not interested in surrounding the man in black robes with double swords. They all walked to the edge of the cliff to observe the fog below again.
The thunder and lightning storm lost control and was still hovering in place.
At this moment, a beam of mist spewed up from the bottom of the cliff like a fountain, and the mist from the corpse began to gush up crazily, quickly replenishing the empty mist around it.
Moreover, the mist that spewed up again began to dye the originally gray-white mist under the cliff into black.
"We have been here for thousands of years, and the fog has not changed. How could the fog turn black this time? Is this change the same as the previous great change in the Southern Sky Territory?"
"It seems that the prophecy made ten thousand years ago is really going to come true. The avenue of heaven and earth is really going to be revived. The passage outside the territory will be restarted. Opportunities for our family have come again."
"I've been staying here for the past few days. This mist spew will start in ten days at most, and it will be the largest in ten thousand years."
The most silent person among the crowd suddenly raised his head and spoke at this time, his eyes began to glow with dark red blood in the huge brim of his hat: "Also, this should be the last mist spurt. I have been guarding here for ten thousand years." It’s time to leave this time.”
"The old Taoist from Tianji Sect? Even he came out. It seems that the world is really going to change."
The black-robed Taoist who met Lu Chen before took a look at the billowing black fog, then turned to the library and said, "There is also this boy. It seems that it is right to keep him. As soon as this boy comes, the cliff fog will disappear." So much has changed.”
The black-robed Taoist smiled and looked down the cliff again. The mist gushing below had almost subsided. The center of the mist gushing had been completely infected and turned black. The entire mist had also risen nearly a kilometer under this gushing.
Many black-robed Taoists looked at the rising fog, with both joy and hesitation in their eyes. Of course, everyone followed Taoist Tianji's advice and sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff to adjust their condition.
