It was obvious that the thundercloud had become much smaller, but many people subconsciously retreated a distance.
"boom!"
Yellow thunder fell, and the entire sky was filled with a destructive force.
"Fight!"
At this time, a rapid piano sound sounded.
"Chirp!"
A crisp bird song sounded immediately after the sound of the piano.
The three light groups flying around Xu Yuyu suddenly merged together and turned into a three-headed divine bird, which expanded into a huge size of more than ten meters, gathering Xu Yuyu underneath like a hen protecting its food.
Thunder fell one after another, and the music below became more and more urgent. Everyone clearly felt that the mana fluctuations of the people on the Tribulation Platform began to become unstable.
It made many people sweat, and at the same time they stared at the thunderclouds in the sky, hoping that it would end soon, and hope that as many of them would fall as possible.
In the end, under everyone's anxious and conflicting mood, the third wave of thunderclouds only fell eight times, and the ninth wave, which lasted for a long time, still failed to break down and dissipated.
"well!"
Looking at this scene, many people sighed inwardly.
The Thunder Tribulation of the Infant God is called the Four-Nine Small Heavenly Tribulation. Theoretically, it is generally between three-nine and four-nine. Once it reaches four-nine, it means the possibility of becoming an immortal.
At thirty-nine, there is little hope.
It would be terrifying if it could exceed four-nine and reach six-nine heavenly tribulations. After all, the tribulations that many monks in the tribulation-transcending stage have only experienced are at this level. Of course, the power cannot be the same.
Of course, this is just a rule, not a law, and it is completely different from the matter of true rune species that determines the foundation.
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As the thunder tribulation dissipated, special Taoist aggregates and spirituality began to appear in the sky.
On the tribulation platform, the formation also quietly dissipated.
Xu Yuyu's dusty figure floated up from it. A long harp revolved around him, and three larks accompanied him.
Xu Yuyu was floating in the air at the moment, with his eyes closed, entangled and lifted up by thousands of Tao Yun.
After a moment, the three birds suddenly rushed into the Changqin, and the Changqin turned into a mini piano, hovering between his eyebrows.
A little man about a foot tall suddenly emerged from his eyebrows, holding a long harp that was a bit huge for him in his arms.
The villain held Qin, left his body, jumped into the air, and bowed to everyone.
"Congratulations to Qingling Shenjun for understanding the true Dharma and becoming a baby god!" Seeing this, everyone around him returned the favor and congratulated him.
Qingling, Xu Yuyu’s Taoist name, he can call himself Qinglingzi from now on!
"I've met all of you fellow Taoists. Thank you so much for all the protectors!" Xu Yuyu's kind voice resounded throughout the sky.
"Okay, the Infant God has just become a god, go back and stabilize your cultivation!" Below, the elder Xu Yuyu, who was suspected to be the elder Xu Yuyu, of the two souls was undergoing an overhaul.
"Respect the decree of the Patriarch!" Xu Yuyu's infant god held the Changqin and submerged into the body again. On the tribulation platform, the formation was activated again. But this time it is no longer a defensive stance, but auxiliary formations such as spirit gathering and enlightenment.
Seeing this, many people bowed to the top of the mountain and began to leave one after another.
Wang Zijia came back to his senses slightly and looked at each other with his fellow juniors. Gu Yuebai looked at Wang Zijia and said, "Junior brother, are you going to sit with me?"
"No!" Wang Zijia signaled to Qiu Lianggong beside him for a moment and said, "I specifically asked Senior Brother Lianggong to help with the Zhenmai building today!"
"Then you're busy, let's talk when you have time!" Gu Yuebai bowed, turned and left.
Wang Zijia looked at Qiu Lianggong, who was standing quietly beside him, and said, "Brother, let's go too!"
"Well!" Qiu Lianggong looked at Xu Yuyu below, not knowing what he was thinking of, and his expression was a little dazed.
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The two left Qifeng and flew towards White Peach Peak.
In the process of rushing, Qiu Lianggong suddenly lost his previous conversational nature and became somewhat silent.
The two came to Baitao Peak and erected the building at the foot of the mountain, a place they had chosen long ago.
Qiu Lianggong was a little absent-minded, so that most of the connection work was done by Wang Zijia himself.
Wang Zijia can probably guess what the other person is thinking, and can also slightly understand the other person's complicated mood.
After all...Qiu Lianggong is not young anymore, starting at at least 400, maybe even older than Xu Yuyu.
At this age, it is already imminent for a real person who aspires to become a baby god.
But there is no point in rushing. It is as strong as ten thousand universes. After countless years of development, there are only a thousand divine kings, including Yuanshen and the old monster who transcends the tribulation.
The birth of every divine king is indispensable to chance, luck, character, and talent!
For the entire sect, cultivating an infant god also depends on luck.
"Okay!" After a long time, after completing the placement of the entire Zhenmai building, Qiu Lianggong looked at it for a moment and said, "That's it for today!"
"Senior brother, why don't you come sit with me?" Wang Zijia asked.
Qiu Lianggong shook his head and said: "Forget it, let's talk about it another day when we have time."
"Okay!" Seeing this, Wang Zijia didn't do much to persuade him.
After the two bowed, Qiu Lianggong turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the horizon.
"Infant God... This first natural chasm on the road to practice has blocked and shattered the dreams of so many monks!" Wang Zijia watched the other party leave for a long time before whispering and sighing.
He shook his head, stopped thinking, floated up the mountain, and returned to Baitao Tower.
A day to start daily talisman making and accumulate knowledge.
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In the evening, after dinner, Wang Zijia did not go to Taoyuan Niwai with Xiang Feifei, but returned to the practice room early.
He took out his identity card and entered the fairyland.
Sure enough, as soon as he entered the main square, Wang Zijia felt that the square was many times more lively than before.
There were usually only a few thousand people in the square, but today there were at least tens of thousands. There were really as many real people as dogs, gathering together in groups.
Many of them were away on missions and came online to ask about the situation after hearing the news.
Most of them did not immediately go into the palace at the back, and had enthusiastic discussions in their own small circles in the square.
Wang Zijia also hung out in the square for half an hour before crossing the square and entering the circle that Yan Qimeng led him into.
There are more people here today, nearly a hundred people.
"The people in the Liyuan are really capable of showing off a divine king without making any noise. This will be enough for them to make noises for three to five years!"
"No, I haven't heard anything about it before."
"I heard that they are not even planning to hold the Divine Lord's celebration?"
"No, as the ceremonial court, shouldn't they make a big deal?"
"Who knows!"
"By the way, is there something amiss in the Kunling world below recently?"
"A bit, it seems like the fight was more intense than that of Moon Demon Cliff!"
"It won't be like the Feipeng world again, right?"
"It's impossible. The sect is prepared, so it shouldn't happen. There are eight divine kings in Kunling Realm!"
"Do you feel that this war, it seems that we started the war on our own initiative, but it was actually the Bone Soul Guan who actively wanted to fight it?"
"It's alright in the first place. Do you think it was our sect that started the war?"
"I heard that the Feixian Sect Alliance and the Hehuan Demon Sect have been having constant friction recently?"
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In the entire Octagonal Pavilion, a large group of fellow apprentices were discussing intensely. Except for some recent daily events, most of them are 'international' events.
It's like blowing water in the dormitory and surfing the Internet in my previous life!
Wang Zijia mingled among them, occasionally chatting a few words and appearing familiar, and most of them were listening.
In addition to getting a lot of things, the more important thing is to integrate into the circle!
However, it seems that many people in the entire sect are not aware of Xu Yuyu's sudden promotion to the Divine Lord.
After hanging out with everyone for more than half an hour, Wang Zijia stood up and left after the final daily transaction.
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Dealing with pulse-opening matters every day, making talismans, wandering into illusions, and fighting with Xiang Feifei until late at night.
Time flies and another decade passes.
Wang Zijia's life became very peaceful, in sharp contrast to the war-torn talk spreading throughout the sect.
After selling almost all the spiritual objects, Wang Zijia's only stable income was the 10,000 dharma money from making jade talismans every day.
As for other things, such as the Pulse Master, it is not yet time to harvest, so it would be good if he does not need to invest.
Of course, if Wang Zijia is willing, he can also swallow a lot of support and suck up the blood that opens the pulse. As a result, the Jade Talisman lineage became a decoration.
In addition, the shadows also arrived on the battlefield one after another and began to collect corpses.
On average, the value points he earned actually started to catch up with his income from making talismans, and he could earn about 30,000 value points every day.
The corpses returned are almost all those of Demon Sect monks. After all, the corpses of sect disciples, even if they are not seriously contaminated, need to be transported back for burial, even if they are broken into pieces.
From this point alone, we can see how exaggerated Yue Moya's fight was!
Tai Chi: 750,000
After ten days of extracting pollution and taking medicine, the harvest was worth 570,000 yuan, which was stable and substantial.
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It's night, in the underground base of Baitaofeng.
Wang Zijia was sitting cross-legged in the laboratory, with five ghosts carefully guarding him.
Wang Zijia first sensed the situation through the human skin clone in the treacherous realm for a moment. After confirming that everything was calm, Wang Zijia's mind moved.
The book took the second foundation and his consciousness and quietly escaped into the realm of hundreds of demons.
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On the outskirts of the Demonic Territory, ten meters deep underground.
Wang Zijia quietly opened his eyes and carefully observed his surroundings for a moment.
After confirming that there was no problem, Wang Zijia quietly got out of the basement after leaving a paper figure for anchoring without removing the various bans in the basement.
The bloody book was suspended above his head, cutting off all his breath to prevent him from alerting the supervisors of the three sects again.
With the isolation of the bloody book, even the restricted air restrictions here cannot restrict Wang Zijia.
He floated up, looked around, and observed his surroundings. As the book above his head flickered, a panoramic sand table map appeared in front of him.
After confirming his position, Wang Zijia raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
It was quite fate. Although it was completely different from the place where he landed last time, it was in the same area.
With a smile on his face, Wang Zijia determined the direction and flew towards the destination.
Wang Zijia was not polite at all and dealt with all the evil spirits he met along the way.
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