Just when Qingfeng reunited with his master and junior brother who were thought to have died in a fire in Yunqi Temple, he met his father and his elder brother in the clan.
When Li Xiuyuan transformed into a mason on Xianling Island in the East China Sea, he carved lotus flowers on the bluestone of the palace.
Wang Qiang from Xuanwu Continent woke up after falling down the Broken Heart Cliff for a day and a night.
At this time, the old man Sanhao who slapped him off the Broken Heart Cliff had already left the town and headed for Snow City.
There are no ifs in the story, only life and death.
The Sanhao old man boasted that he slapped the palm out of anger. With Wang Qiang's current practice, it was almost impossible to survive, not to mention falling off a cliff.
Although ten thousand feet is an adjective, there is still one hundred feet.
At such a height, Wang Qiang, who forcibly accepted his life-threatening palm, could only have one outcome, that is, his body and soul would disappear, and he would end up in a place of no return.
For this reason, the old man spent a night of drunken drinking with the shopkeeper in an inn in a small town.
The shopkeeper asked carefully: "Since the boy was left on the cliff, why don't you go down and have a look?"
The old man shook his head: "It's useless to find a corpse if you go down there. Do you think you really boiled that kid into a magical elixir? Everyone is dead and the blood is cold, so the elixir will naturally lose its effect."
"The world has long since lost the magical elixir that has lasted for ten thousand years. How could there be a magical elixir that allowed the venerable master to break through the realm? That guy from Loulan must have been deceived."
The old man sighed: "My cause and effect will drag on for countless years because of this kid's death."
That night, not to mention the shopkeeper, even the waiters in the inn were dumbfounded.
They had never seen a monk who would rather die than die, but this was the first time they had heard of such a tragic death.
They didn't know whether other people's stories were true or false, but the old man in front of them was the shopkeeper's friend for half his life.
Both the shopkeeper and the waiter believed that the old man would not lie to them.
It wasn't until the old man disappeared into the vast night fog that the shopkeeper sighed and said, "The old man's eyes cannot fool me. He is really sad."
The guy shook his head: "What a pity."
The waiter and shopkeeper didn't know that Wang Qiang, who was supposed to be dead, came back to life after a day and a night.
Otherwise, even if Wang Qiang wakes up, he will not be able to escape the old man's pursuit... After leaving the town, the old man squatted on the Broken Heart Cliff and sat there for two hours.
It wasn't until his consciousness found out that there was no sign of life under the cliff that he reluctantly rode away.
Don't you know that when the old man slapped Wang Qiang's chest with his palm and Wang Qiang flew out of the Broken Heart Cliff, there was a faint golden light shining on Wang Qiang's chest.
Although he sent Wang Qiang to the snowy mountains to find an old monk to practice Buddhism, he was not sure whether Wang Qiang would be noticed by someone who was interested in him along the way.
Fortunately, Meng Shentong's divine thought protected Wang Qiang's heart and saved his life between life and death.
Falling all the way from Broken Heart Cliff, Wang Qiang, who lost consciousness, broke countless branches and finally fell into the river flowing to Baixue City...
When he opened his eyes again, it was already Youshi the next day.
Wang Qiang, who survived the catastrophe, was washed away by the river to a deserted shore. Several crows who came after hearing the news were guarding him, waiting for the guy in front of him to die before eating.
Unexpectedly, the fat man in his mouth opened his eyes at this moment.
He was so angry that a bunch of crows flapped their wings and flew into the sky, thinking that they had really seen a ghost and the dead could come back to life.
Looking at the sunset on the horizon, Wang Qiang laughed.
Since you failed to play me to death and come back to life, you are no longer the lamb to be slaughtered that you are chasing.
Looking at the river in front of him, he didn't know how long he had been drifting in the river, nor how far away he was from Snow White City.
Even the wounds on his body no longer hurt.
After all, a day and a night had passed, and what he had swallowed was the elixir that could allow the venerable to break through the realm, not the elixir that could be compared to the thousand-year-old spiritual god.
This is a magical elixir that can revive the dead and give birth to bones.
After escaping from death, Wang Qiang woke up and sat up from the shore. He looked around at his surroundings to see if he had drifted to Snow City.
It wasn't until he released his consciousness and once again confirmed that there were deserted countryside for several miles nearby that he came back to his senses.
Then he had another hallucination. In the air in front of him, there appeared a face that had troubled him, a face that had almost gotten closer to each other.
Looking at that long-lost face, a faint smile appeared on Wang Qiang's injured and somewhat delirious face, and he waved his hand to erase the face that once fascinated him.
He said lightly: "The past is all in the running water in front of you..."
The refining and absorption of the elixir, or divine elixir, refined by Yaozun is a long process.
Wang Qiang swallowed the pill in anger, absorbing only the layer of honey wrapped around it. When the first dose of the medicine entered his meridians, he had already passed out.
So, after releasing a huge amount of medicinal power, that magical elixir fell silent and hid in his divine sea.
In the next few decades, it would even take Wang Qiang a hundred years of effort to refine this elixir.
After all, Yaozun only refined less than a third of it after taking it himself.
It was this one-third of the medicine's power that allowed Yao Zun to see the threshold and see the hope of breaking through, let alone Wang Qiang at the moment.
This less than 1% of the medicine's power was enough to heal Wang Qiang's injuries and restore him to his original state.
Not to mention that while he was drifting with the tide, the power of these medicines was constantly changing his body, changing his meridians, flesh, and bone marrow.
Looking at the setting sun and feeling the night fog, Wang Qiang's lips moved slightly.
He murmured to himself: "In that case, let me break through here..."
I silently scolded the three good old men in my heart, and praised Old Meng from Tianyun Mountain countless times. Fortunately, the old man didn't say that there were still two more pills.
A rare miracle medicine in the world, in the eyes of Yaozun, is a meeting gift given by Meng Shentong to the old monk in Snow Mountain, just to get the old monk to accept Wang Qiang as his disciple.
Little did he know that when he reached the old monk's level of cultivation, he no longer trusted the world's elixirs.
Not to mention, when Li Xiuyuan came back from the desert that day, he paid off the old monk and Yun Tianhong's favor.
Thinking that he would have to overcome the calamity after breaking through the realm, Wang Qiang did not dare to be careless. He immediately took out a piece of cake and started to chew it. After that, he took out a pot of spiritual wine and took a big sip.
Thinking back to the moment when I fell down the heart-broken cliff when I was seriously injured, I thought about the inexplicable fear in my heart between life and death.
He couldn't even recall how he fell off the cliff and how he drifted here.
In his opinion, as long as the old man chases him all the way, he is afraid that he will end up dead.
He took another sip of wine and said quietly: "I'm afraid you can't imagine that I will survive, right? Next time we meet, let's see who is afraid of whom?"
After eating the cake and drinking the wine, Wang Qiang felt that his physical strength was almost restored, so he took off his clothes haphazardly.
I washed myself thoroughly in the river water, changed into clean clothes and shoes, and lit a fire on the bank.
Next, he had to face the spiritual energy in his body that was so thick that it couldn't be broken down, and the medicinal power that was pouring in like a flood.
During the time when he was unconscious, he didn't know what happened, let alone whether one day and one night had passed in the space at the moment, or three days and three nights.
The reason why the wounds on the body healed was naturally because of the magical medicine refined by Yaozun.
In his opinion, it would only take ten days and a half to heal his wounds, and even if he swallowed the elixir, he would have to wait a month before he could break through despite his physical and mental injuries.
Unexpectedly, just when he took a few sips of the spirit wine, he froze stupidly.
Obviously, it was the spiritual wine that stimulated the huge medicinal power dormant in the Dantian and in the meridians, as well as the terrifying spiritual energy.
When he sat by the fire and circulated his Qi, he felt that some meridians that had been unable to be opened had been completely connected at this moment.
how to say? It is at dawn in the morning, when the heaven and earth are in chaos, that the sky and the earth are connected together.
For a moment, I couldn't tell which was the sky and which was the earth.
Dazedly, Wang Qiang looked into his own divine sea, looking at the uniform scene of the sky and the earth. He stretched out his slightly trembling fingers and tried to touch the moon that had just climbed up the mountainside.
For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was the full moon formed by the pill in the divine sea, or the moon rising slowly in the sky.
Never forgetting it, he turned this thought into the power to break through the realm. After he walked down from Tiandao Peak and went to Bamboo Peak, he began to look forward to it.
I hope that one day I can break through that realm and no longer be bullied by some people in Tianyun Mountain and looked down upon by some people in Loulan City.
Thinking is thinking, and as long as you think, it will produce mysterious power in the brain.
His body is a world, and the source of all power lies in his practice and his thoughts.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered the first time he and Ping An met Li Xiuyuan in Tianhuang Mountain.
At that time, Li Xiuyuan was hit by the evil spirit in the mountain, and his life and death hung on a thread.
Even so, when the resurrected Li Xiuyuan said those words to him, he always found it funny, so unrealistic, and even a bit false.
Only now did he understand that if there were some things that he didn't even dare to think about, how could he possibly make his dreams come true?
The clear moonlight quietly shines on Wang Qiang who is in a broken state, shining on this monk who has experienced countless hardships.
Standing in front of the fire, Wang Qiang's mind was clear, without a trace of distracting thoughts, only one thought. He regarded the flame in front of him as a rising sun.
He wanted to embrace a new life, and he wanted to cut off the shackles that imprisoned his body with one sword.
Woohoo!
Countless spirits hidden between heaven and earth understood his thoughts at this moment and felt the power of his thoughts, from the woods not far away, from the soil of the wilderness, from the roaring waves... ..
It turned into a whirlpool of spiritual energy and gathered towards Wang Qiang.
The world was silent, with only the moon in the sky quietly looking at Wang Qiang beside the fire, looking at this guy who fell from a high cliff and was seriously injured by the old man but survived.
I don't know how much time passed, but all the whirlpools of spiritual energy coming from heaven and earth were absorbed into Wang Qiang's body.
His frightened face gradually calmed down, he took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement and ecstasy in his heart, and began to condense the torrential spiritual power in his meridians.
I turned this endless stream of spiritual energy into a raging flood and rushed towards that great pass. Tonight, I want to break through.
Over a long period of time, the sky and the earth in the divine sea gradually merged into a line. In an instant, it seemed as if flowers were blooming, birds were singing, and bells and drums were singing.
From Xu Shi to Hai Shi, Wang Qiang, who fell by the river, used all his strength over and over again.
Even the divine pill in the divine sea was slowly turning, slowly releasing a terrifying power.
Until midnight, black clouds suddenly rolled in the sky, and the moon had quietly hidden away without knowing when.
"Rumble..."
There were bursts of calamity thunder brewing in the calamity clouds, as if to remind Wang Qiang by the river that it was time to change places to survive the calamity.
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