Xiantu

Song Moyu used the Chaos Tower to go to Chixing Island to show off his power, and in the next month or so, he appeared on other big islands several times.Every time he attracted the Venerable Zifu to come, he walked away directly.

Repeated this several times, he estimated that Mu Li should have left this sea area long ago, so he stopped this provocative behavior, for which he paid the price of more than 30 fairy stones.

In the following days, Song Mo changed his appearance, and as an ordinary casual cultivator, he began to travel and practice in the Dry Yin Sea.Due to its mysterious origin and unfathomable strength, it has gained a great reputation in just a few years.

Many sect gangs handed over olive branches one after another, wanting to invite him to join the sect.Song Mo all declined politely one by one, and then disappeared suddenly.

In the next hundred years, no news about Song Mo was heard in the Dry Yin Sea Area.

Many people believe that he may have had an accident during a certain expedition and died unfortunately.On the long road of practice, this fact is very common. How many once amazing and talented Huan Dan real people failed to cross the hurdle of the Zifu realm in the end, and died halfway, which makes people sigh.

Newcomers came out in succession in the Dry Yin Sea, and gradually, Song Mo's name was no longer mentioned, and disappeared in the long river of time.

Time flies like an arrow, time flies, and 200 years pass by in a hurry.

On this day, a huge aura vortex suddenly appeared above an unnamed island in Shu Yuhai. Within a radius of a thousand miles, countless auras were sucked into the vortex continuously, almost visible to the naked eye.

In the sky within a thousand miles, the vitality of the heavens and the earth vibrated violently. Some monks who were flying on the road suddenly felt that the surrounding spiritual energy was emptied, and fell down involuntarily.

Most of the monks were at a loss. They only saw bits of spiritual light all over the sky, and they scrambled to gather in the same direction. However, the distance was too far, and they couldn't see the end of the spiritual light gathering.

The spiritual vortex frantically absorbed the vision of spiritual energy within a thousand miles, which lasted for two full hours.Immediately afterwards, over the nameless island, there was a strong wind and thunder, and the originally clear blue sky became overcast and cloudy in an instant.

After a loud bang like an earth crashing, countless blue lightning bolts as thick as an arm suddenly fell from the clouds, and slashed fiercely towards a certain cave on the unnamed island!

The rumbling sound continued continuously, and the power of the cyan lightning was stronger than the wave, directly changing the color of the world and causing the sea water to pour back.

The monks who originally thought that some rare treasure was born, but were attracted by the sky vision, were already stunned.

No matter how dull he is, he understands that this is definitely not the birth of some rare treasure, but that there are monks on the island who are advancing through the thunder tribulation.

Among the five realms of comprehension, only when one enters the Purple Mansion and transforms into a god will there be a catastrophe of heaven. When one advances to the Purple Mansion, it will be a blue thunder calamity, and when one is transformed into a god, it will be a white thunder calamity.

On this unnamed island, there will be a monk who is in the realm of returning alchemy to attack the realm of the Zifu in retreat. As long as he can survive the thunder disaster, he can become a venerable of the Zifu and enjoy a life span of ten thousand years.

The surrounding monks were envious, but also secretly hated themselves for being so curious that they came to such a dangerous place.At this time, within a radius of a hundred miles of the small island, they were already shrouded in the coercion of Heavenly Tribulation, and they couldn't leave even if they wanted to.All the monks could only complain secretly, hoping that the thunder disaster would not affect them.

The cyan thunder tribulation lasted for a whole day and night, until the next morning, the clouds and fog finally cleared up, and the clear sky became clear again, as if nothing had happened.

All the monks who had been terrified all day and night under the horrific coercion of the catastrophe finally breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of whether the Huandan Master on the small island survived the catastrophe or not, at least they themselves were safe.

In order to avoid trouble, some cautious monks directly drove the magic weapon and left the place quickly after the catastrophe was over and the clouds cleared.

But more monks were eager to try and stayed, wanting to know whether the monk on the island survived the blue thunder disaster safely and successfully advanced.

If this cultivator has survived the catastrophe and has become a newly promoted Venerable of the Purple Mansion, then they can come forward to pay their respects and congratulate him, which is considered a good relationship.

And if the cultivator on the island failed to cross the tribulation, the resources left by a monk who had returned to the Dzogchen period after his death would still be very coveted.

However, after the catastrophe, there has been no movement on the island. I don't know if the monk on the island has died, or he is retreating to adjust his breath because he has just survived the catastrophe.

Due to the unknown situation, no one dared to go directly to the island to check it out. If the person on the island who has become the venerable of the Zifu accidentally offended him and was mistaken by him for having evil intentions, it would not be enough to die a hundred times .

Just as he was hesitating, a rainbow light suddenly shot from a distance, and it came to the sky above the monks after a while.This is a middle-aged man in his 40s, looking at the small island in front of him with a pensive expression.

Although the middle-aged man didn't behave extraneously, the monks below all changed their expressions.Judging from the undisguised aura of the middle-aged man, this is actually a genuine Zifu venerable!

The middle-aged man stared at the island for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and said coldly to the monks below: "Everyone leave quickly, after half a stick of incense, I don't want to see anyone staying within a hundred miles of the island .”

When the monks below heard the words, they immediately turned into birds and beasts, sacrificed various magic weapons and flying swords, turned into rainbow lights, and hurriedly left.

No one dared to try to disobey the order of the Venerable Zifu.

Seeing that the monks below had almost left, the middle-aged man raised his voice and said, "I'm at the south of the Sword Spirit Pavilion, congratulations to fellow Taoist for successfully crossing the catastrophe." His voice was not loud, but it spread far away, and the whole You can hear it all over the island.

The island was silent for a moment, and then a faint voice sounded: "It turned out to be Daoist Nanming, thank you fellow Daoist for helping me drive away those irrelevant people just now. It's just that I just passed through the thunder calamity, and my internal energy is not yet stable, so it is inconvenient to communicate with Daoists." See you again, fellow daoist, please forgive me."

Venerable Nanming said: "Fellow Taoist, you are welcome. It was just a matter of raising your hands. I just noticed that a fellow Taoist is going through the tribulation here. I just came to check it out. There is no other intention. Fellow Daoist has just advanced, so I don't want to disturb you. I will come to visit another day .”

The sea area where the island is located belongs to the sphere of influence of the Sword Spirit Pavilion. When the vision of heaven and earth just started yesterday, Venerable Nanming immediately sensed it.It was just because he also belonged to the cultivation base of the Purple Mansion, so he was easily implicated and accidentally injured by Tianjie, and it was also to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, so he didn't come over immediately.He didn't come over to check until the thunder calamity dissipated.

He wondered secretly, wondering what the origin of this newly promoted cultivator from the Purple Mansion, who chose to cross the tribulation in such a remote place, and there were no elders of the sect around him to protect him, could it be that he is a casual cultivator?It's just that Shu Yuhai hasn't heard of the existence of a monk who has completed the Dzogchen period in the past few years... Venerable Nanming had several thoughts in his heart, but his face didn't show a trace, and he asked the newly promoted monk on the island. After the cultivator of Zifu left, he left directly.

Around the island, tranquility was finally restored.

And in a cave on the island covered by layers of formations, Song Mo opened his eyes with a tired look on his face.The blue thunder tribulation that lasted for a whole day and night was much more terrifying than he had expected. Fortunately, he was well-prepared and barely survived.

Since he came to this small island 200 years ago, he has been retreating and cultivating. Until today, he finally succeeded and successfully advanced to the Purple Mansion, becoming one of the top existences in the cultivation world.

Song Mo was full of joy, he could now clearly sense the dark power between heaven and earth.It was different from the hazy feeling during the redemption period. At that time, it seemed as if there was a layer of veil, and I could only look at the flowers from the other side, in awe from afar.But now, he has a feeling that the power of heaven and earth is under his control.

Song Mo stretched out a palm, and a small flame floated silently on the palm. It was red at first, and then changed continuously among dozens of colors such as blue, purple, yellow, green, etc., and finally turned transparent. Song Mo blew lightly, and the original flame turned into a puddle of water, dripping from his fingertips.

Staring at the drops of water dripping from his fingertips, Song Mo heaved a sigh of relief.

Words follow the law, nothing more than this.