Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

far away.

Zhengwuzhou, the pillar of the sky, is at the foot of Zhenhui Peak.

There are many monks gathered at the foot of Zhenhui Peak. From a distance, they are crowded like ants.

Someone said:

"Today is the day when Immortal Feng Zhaoming crosses the catastrophe. I missed the opportunity to compete with my senior brother. I also want to come here to watch Immortal Feng Zhaoming cross the catastrophe."

"Yes, at a young age, Immortal Feng Zhaoming already has a mid-level cultivation of the God Transformation. And after successfully passing the tribulation today, he has a high-level cultivation of the God Transformation. It's really shocking!"

"With the high-level cultivation of God Transformation, Immortal Feng Zhaoming can use the immortal sword 'Nine Questions'. At that time, he will go to heaven and earth, and no one will be able to beat him under the same cultivation level. Even facing the out-of-body monks, he will have the power to strike. "

Several disciples chatted through sound transmission, and each of them spoke happily and excitedly.

Some people were more pessimistic, saying:

"From the beginning of the alchemy stage, monks must be tested by the sky thunder disaster to improve their cultivation. The alchemy stage suffers 36 sky thunder calamities, Yuanying suffers 72 sky thunder calamities, and Huashen suffers 360 sky thunder calamities. , if you want to reach the out-of-body cultivation base, you need [-] five heavenly thunders..."

The cultivation of monks is divided into seven major stages: refining qi, building foundations, forming alchemy, nascent soul, transforming gods, leaving the body, and Mahayana.

For example, Qianqing cultivates the foundation, Linzichu cultivates alchemy, Feng Zhaoming and Bairen sect masters transform gods, and old fairy Deng Lin cultivates Mahayana.

Each stage is divided into three small stages: elementary, intermediate, and advanced.

After the alchemy is formed, the promotion of the major stage will be tested by the thunder tribulation, which is full of dangers. If you are not careful, your consciousness and body will be shattered.

As for the promotion at the small stage, it has to go through the heavenly tribulation, but it is not as terrifying as the thunder calamity.

"I don't know what kind of catastrophe I will suffer this time when Immortal Lord Feng Zhaoming is promoted to a higher level?"

"Feng Zhaoming's Taoist heart is solid, no matter what calamity, he will not fall."

"Feng Zhaoming Xianjun is worthy of being my model of righteousness!"

"..."

At this moment, Feng Zhaoming was sitting cross-legged on the Yaotai in Zhenhui Peak, inside Banxie Pavilion, with his eyes closed and his face expressionless.

He was dressed in a red robe, reflecting the two cinnabar-like eyebrows between his eyebrows, making him look as clear as a bamboo, with a fire in his chest.

Feng Zhaoming quietly waited for the catastrophe to come. Not long after, an unusual moist breath suddenly floated in the air.

Feng Zhaoming suddenly opened his eyes, knowing that the catastrophe had come, but he didn't know what the catastrophe was about.

He formed a few enchantments beside him to protect his body and observe intently.

The moist atmosphere became heavier and heavier, and finally, it rained visible to the naked eye around Feng Zhaoming.

"Could it be that the catastrophe this time is 'drizzle and slanting wind'?" Feng Zhaoming thought to himself.

This drizzle and slanting wind is a relatively common calamity in the catastrophe. The monk's protective means are weakened by the rain, and the violent slanting wind is used to attack powerfully.If a monk's defense is broken and there is no corresponding attack method, his skin will be cut by the slanting wind, and he may even be seriously injured to death.

The name of this catastrophe is so gentle, but it actually contains blood.

Feng Zhaoming responded with concentration, the protective barrier was weakened by the drizzle, so he added another layer of barrier, and waited for the slanting wind to come, and set a few powerful protective spells around his body.

While setting up, a deep male voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"...Jun Fengxian, please be gentle."

Feng Zhaoming's pupils contracted impressively, his whole body tensed up, and his breathing stagnated.

The deep, trembling male voice continued:

"It doesn't matter if you hurt me, but if you hurt me, I will feel bad..."

As calm as Feng Zhaoming, he couldn't help frowning.

This catastrophe is not a 'drizzle and slanting wind'...

It's 'Drizzle Cotton Sound'!

"The deity bowed under the body of Xianjun, and let you do whatever you want. Before the remaining warmth retreated, you faced him with a sword."

"It's my own humiliation."

"This is considered to have taught Xianjun Gaoyi..."

The sound of laughter, which was more mournful than crying, echoed in the huge and empty Banxie Pavilion.

Feng Zhaoming's expression was dignified, facing the catastrophe of 'Drizzle Rain'.

This catastrophe is difficult to say, easy to say but not easy to say.

It can gain insight into the instability of the monk's Taoist heart, and make a sound that shakes the monk and interferes with the monk's practice of the Dao.

Then attack with drizzle, if the protective means are penetrated by drizzle, it will be mercilessly attacked.

For a monk with a firm heart, a mere Mianyin is really nothing.

A monk who can cultivate to a high level of incarnation, among other things, must have a stable Taoism.

It's just that the drizzle, the continuous sound of Heavenly Tribulation, can dig into the depths of the monk's heart that he is least willing to face and recall, and influence it, from shallow to deep, gradually hitting the monk's heart.

Feng Zhaoming no longer set too many protective barriers, he took a deep breath, crossed his knees and closed his eyes, and concentrated on dealing with the 'Mianyin' Heavenly Tribulation.

The sound became clearer and clearer from far to near.

950 four years ago.

Zhenhui Peak, Banxie Pavilion, under the Boyue tree.

The blue-robed boy was escorted here as a servant. Seeing that Feng Zhaoming was about the same age as him, but dressed gorgeously and had an elegant demeanor, the blue-robed boy had ferocious eyes and said fiercely:

"Feng Zhaoming, hmph, you want me to take care of Jiuwen for you, it's wishful thinking."

Feng Zhaoming, who was only 20 years old at the time, was as silent and calm as he is now.No matter how the young man in front of him roared and attacked him, Feng Zhaoming just leaned over to avoid it, without saying a word.

"..."

Xuanxie Peak, on the martial arts arena.

Feng Zhaoming, who was dressed in red, held a long sword and firmly protected the blind boy lying on the ground behind him.

The tall, thin and thin young man vomited a mouthful of blood, opened his dull eyes, and said intermittently:

"Feng Zhaoming, I am the sword beast clan that everyone can get and punish. Your senior brother insulted me, why do you want to speak for me?"

"..."