The demonic clone didn't know that Xiao Yan, whom he thought was the genius of the ancient immortal sect, was being beaten with bruises all over his body.
At this moment, he looked up at the golden cloud in the sky.
He did not use his spiritual consciousness, but relied on his physical eyes.
The center of this calamity cloud is far away from here, at least hundreds of thousands of miles.
This is just the edge of the Tribulation Cloud, not even the edge. It's just an inverted color reflected by the blue sky.
But the demonic clone still dared not let go of his consciousness.
Now he is not in the previous state. When you reach the realm of Taoism, you have touched the Tao, and this Tao is Xuan. One step further is half-mysterious.
With Dao intention, once it comes into contact with the calamity cloud, it may lead to fire.
By then, he will also enter the center of the Mysterious Tribulation. The power is several times more powerful.
The demonic avatar is not sure whether the jade bowl can withstand the mysterious thunder that has increased several times.
The less trouble, the better. I am still looking at the Canghai Meditation Wall, and I have no time to separate myself.
If the demonic clone is lost here, the loss will be unbearable for the deity. Without the clone, the two bodies cannot be integrated into one, and the strongest combat power cannot be exerted.
The demonic clone is not an ordinary clone, but the Nascent Soul from the original deity, which is irreplaceable.
As the golden clouds covered the place, the next moment the wind suddenly shook, drizzle fell on the curtains, and then turned into heavy rain.
Strong winds came one after another from hundreds of thousands of miles away, rolling up sand and rocks wherever they passed, and even the towering trees were uprooted.
These towering trees were shattered into pieces the moment they were uprooted, and sawdust fell all over the ground with the rain.
It's just that the place where the two of them were standing was too far away from the center of the calamity cloud, and it was already the tail of the wind.
But even so, the trees were swaying and trembling. The branches and leaves of the trees with spiritual fruits were swaying, and there was a constant thumping sound.
This is the falling spirit fruit, which exploded when it hit the ground. It made the girl feel very distressed.
The girl didn't know that someone in the distance was going through the Mysterious Tribulation, nor did she know what the Mysterious Tribulation was.
When the girl went through the Mysterious Tribulation, she had no idea. As soon as the calamity cloud descended, it was dispersed by the power of the Fire Spirit Pearl.
The fire spirit bead belongs to Taoyuan and is a sacred object of Hongmeng Houtian. The power contained is naturally a level higher than the rules of the Mysterious Tribulation, so it was washed away.
She just thought it was going to rain.
The girl quickly took out a long piece of cloth from her sleeve and hurriedly picked the fruits from the tree.
The girl has no storage bag or storage ring. Not even a spiritual weapon. He doesn't even have a natal mysterious weapon, and he has never seen a spiritual stone.
This is probably the poorest second step in the world.
The girl picked one tree and then another. There are not many spiritual fruits on these trees, only about four or five on each tree.
After all, this is a profound fruit, extremely precious. Even if it is placed in the outside world, each one can make the second-step monks fight with blood and blood, and can be sold for a sky-high price.
The heavy rain fell from high altitude to mid-air. Finally, it landed on the muddy ground, and as the water seeped in, it became muddy.
It's just that the rain couldn't get close to the demonic clone, but it soaked the girl. The constant splashing of mud also splashed all over the girl's plain clothes.
Bit by bit, it looks like a stained hibiscus.
Suddenly, a loud thunderbolt sounded, deafening, one followed by eleven.
This sudden thunder made the girl pale with fright, and she shook off the freshly collected fruits while her body trembled.
The fruits fell to the ground, rolling gurglingly, and some of them split into several petals.
The girl quickly bent down to the ground, held her head in her hands, and cried loudly.
"...."
The demonic clone was also startled when he saw this scene. He hurriedly stepped out and came to the girl.
When he walked up to the girl, the rain curtains in all directions dispersed instantly.
Only the girl's hair was soaked, and so was her whole body.
Water drops trickled down her temples and from her hair.
When the demonic clone walked in and squatted down, the girl suddenly hugged him, and her crying became even more intense.
"Are you afraid of thunder?" The demonic clone felt the coolness and trembling coming from the girl's body.
"Well..." the girl sobbed softly.
The demonic clone hesitated again, and finally reached out and patted the girl's back, whispering: "Don't cry, I'm here. This thunder can't hit you."
The girl cried and sobbed: "I have had no parents since I was a child. My mother had a difficult time giving birth to me. Later, when I was three years old, my father was drafted and went to the battlefield and never came back..."
"Later, my grandma always took care of me, but when I was seven years old, one rainy night... my grandma died of illness."
These are just a few words, and anyone who hears them will not be shocked. But who can know that these few words are all the thoughts in the girl's heart.
The demonic clone is silent, which is why the girl is afraid of thunder. I'm afraid that no one would think that a powerful second-step player would be afraid of Thunder.
This will be very detrimental to the girl in the future. Although there are not many monks who know thunder magic, there are also many. If she encounters a second-step strongman who uses lightning to prove the Tao, the girl will definitely die.
The demonic clone involuntarily hugged the girl tightly, patted her back gently, spoke in a low voice, and recalled memories in her eyes.
He is all the negativity that I have given up, including the deeper emotions, the scenes hidden in my heart, and the dream-like past events that have been revealed for the first time.
Thoughts accumulated over time have already turned into a deep pool. There are some things that, as a person, I am afraid I will never forget.
"When I was a child... my favorite thing was to be by the fields in the countryside, listening to the chirping of frogs and insects, and watching the green screen of fireflies. What I liked even more was to look at the sky in my grandma's arms. Star, listen to her story."
"I remember my grandma once said that her husband, my grandfather, the luckiest thing in his life is that he left the most precious fire in this world, which will illuminate us with his remaining light in the sky."
"So, your grandma is still by your side, but in other ways. If you look up, you can see the brightest star."
The girl heard this and stopped crying. He quickly looked up, only to see that in addition to the rain curtain, the sky was still a curtain of rain. It was dark and there were no stars.
She was a little disappointed when she lowered her head. But he saw stars floating all around.
A huge bright moon suddenly appeared behind the old man in front of him. The light seemed to break through all the darkness and disperse all the red curtains, leaving only the clear light.
"This moon is your grandma. Her light covers all the stars. Just so that you can see her at a glance,"
The moon companion is opposite, reflecting the figure of the girl. There were no tears flowing out between her eyes. Just blinking.
"What about grandpa's grandma and grandpa's grandma?"
The demonic clone smiled and said: "I believe that my grandma is still alive and waiting for me to go back. As for my grandpa, he is also the bright moon. All the people in the world, including those who are most important in the heart and have passed away, live in the bright moon. , looking at the person they miss so much in the starry sky, so that they can see it at a glance."
"Then...will grandpa live in the moon in the future?" The girl leaned forward and asked face to face, her white hair clearly reflected in her eyes.
The demonic clone shook his head and said with a smile: "I won't go, because I still have very important things to do, so I won't die. Because there are some people, and probably only I can remember them deeply in my heart."
"That's grandpa...won't he die?"
There is still the sound of thunder in my ears, like the creation of the world. But at this moment, the girl seemed as if she had not heard anything. All he could see was the white-haired man in front of him.
The demonic clone nodded and said, "I won't die."
The girl suddenly laughed, with light in her eyes, and said, "Grandpa, can you be my grandpa? In that case, I will always have a grandpa."
"Grandpa?" The demonic clone was startled, but subconsciously blurted out: "Okay."
The girl nodded obediently and said happily: "I have a grandpa, and I know that grandma is always by my side. That way, I don't have to be afraid of thunder."
Perhaps it was the girl's innocence that touched the mind of the demonic clone. Let him agree subconsciously.
He is not the true deity, but the abandoned thoughts and demons. Although he has no evil thoughts, he is still a demon after all. But at this moment, he actually smiled.
A person's smile can be divided into many types, such as a bitter smile, a fake smile, and a hypocritical smile. But the demonic clone was laughing at this moment.
A true smile that comes from the heart is also the first time that laughter is revealed.
"Grandpa... I didn't expect that I would become this girl's grandfather. As for me, I think he will agree. After all, he is good and I am evil."
"Even I agree, there's no reason why he shouldn't agree."
The girl stretched out her hand to wipe the tears on her face, looked down and saw that there was a spiritual fruit next to it, but it only broke the surface.
She picked up the spiritual fruit and used her sleeves to
Zi carefully wiped the dirt on the fruit, and when it was clean, he handed it to the demonic clone.
"Grandpa, you eat."
"Okay." The demonic clone nodded and took the spirit fruit from the girl's hand.
With this bite, the demonic clone's body suddenly trembled.
This spiritual fruit was originally sweet, but for some reason, this fruit made him feel even sweeter, as sweet as honey.
"What's your name?" The demonic clone just took a bite, remembering that he didn't know the girl's name yet.
"Grandpa, my name is Chu Yi. You can call me Xiaoyi, that's what grandma calls me."
"Your surname is Chu?" The demonic clone was also startled when he heard this. He murmured in his heart.
"The same surname is Chu, maybe this is the so-called fate." The demonic clone handed back the spirit fruit with only a small bite in his hand and said: "Xiaoyi, you eat."
"Yes!" Chu Yi smiled widely when she heard the call, and her eyes narrowed into crescent moons.
She ate the spiritual fruit and listened to the thunder. He thought for a while and said: "Grandpa, why is this thunder so loud? It is dozens of times louder than the thunder I have heard before."
"Because someone is going through the tribulation." The demonic clone replied,
"Overcoming the tribulation?" Chu Yi was puzzled and blinked at the demonic clone.
The demonic clone thought for a while and explained: "It's just someone standing under the thundercloud and letting the lightning strike."
Chu Yi's eyes widened after hearing this. After a long time, he said: "Wow! This is a master! Really a master! In the tribe, I only saw the village goddess asking for rain, but she didn't dare to stand under the thunder clouds and be struck by thunder. Chop it."
"...."
The demonic clone was stunned again and was about to speak. The sound of thunder suddenly stopped.
He raised his head and looked at the distant sky. The golden clouds were already dissipating, and the mysterious thunder no longer fell.
"There are twelve mysterious tribulations, and this is just the second wave that has dissipated. The person who overcame the tribulation failed..."
Side chat: I don’t know why I wrote it like this. Maybe, you will think it is water. Originally, this chapter was about the battle between the geniuses. As I was writing this, I suddenly thought of my grandma.
My grandma is eighty-five years old this year. She has five grandchildren. I am the youngest. Among the five grandsons, she loves me the most. Because my parents were away from home, she was the one who brought me up. She slept with her. Every morning, she sent me to school and picked me up after school. She was afraid that I would get lost. Then she cooked for me and told me stories at night. This is ordinary, but this life cannot be erased from my heart.
A few days ago, when I was on leave, my grandma suddenly suffered a heart attack and was sent to the city's No. 1 Hospital for emergency treatment. I was rescued at that time, but the doctor said that the condition was very bad and could relapse at any time, and the hope of surgery was slim. In those days, I stayed with my grandma, for fear that she would not see me for the last time, which would become a regret in my life. On the third day, my heart rate suddenly became abnormal, and I had to be rescued many times.
In the end, the doctor asked him to send him home when he was still alive, otherwise he would not be able to send his body home after his death. Because here we emphasize that after death, people must enter the ancestral hall. If they die outside, it is unlucky and cannot be entered. Therefore, several elders agreed to the doctor's persuasion and sent him home.
That day, I cried for a long time and didn't sleep all night. Just like the plot of a movie, the doctor said that I would not survive the middle of the night. I originally thought that I would lose my grandma that day, but miraculously it remained stable until the afternoon. Then, fortunately, some of my elders couldn't bear to watch my grandma die on the bed at home. I was ready to give it a try and sent it to the Provincial First Hospital.
The day before yesterday, I had a cardiac stent to stabilize my heart rate, and tomorrow I will have cardiovascular surgery. The doctor there said that on the day of the operation, it would only depend on whether my grandma could hold on.
I hope that all the people who have passed away and are the most important in their hearts can look at the people they care about in the brightest place. I also don’t hope that my grandma really wants to live in that moon.
Of her five grandchildren, I am the only one who has yet to marry and have children. I don’t want this to become a regret in my life. I don’t want my future children to never meet the great-grandmother who loves her father the most.
Please forgive me for rambling, it's almost three o'clock. I also went to bed and have to get up early tomorrow.
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