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The road to comprehension is long and difficult.

When a cultivator condenses into a Nascent Soul, it is considered that he has stepped into the threshold of the Longevity Avenue on the long journey of cultivating immortality.According to the general statistics in the field of comprehension, monks in the Yuanying period can enjoy at least 1000 years of lifespan, and at least 3000 years in the Mahayana period. Thunder robbery.

This kind of thunder catastrophe is also called the heaven-sent thunder catastrophe-the winner will enjoy a share of the heavenly dao and achieve the immortal body;

Therefore, many monks who are not sure that they will be able to survive this second thunder disaster will repeatedly backlog their own cultivation bases, consolidate their foundations and become more solid, and their perseverance will become more harmonious, in order to increase a few points to overcome the disaster chance of success.

What's more, before crossing the catastrophe, he had found the body of Duoshe or the magic weapon stored.

And these two ways of escaping are different. The former is only for a short-term convenience. Not only does it have to face the pain of rejection that does not fit the body, but it also has to endure the punishment of heaven that deprives the soul-the soul is like a raging fire at the half of every month. Burning and painful; the latter is reduced to a tool spirit, unaware of cold and warm, involuntary, and has no real state. Everything is attached to the magic weapon where it is located, without freedom. servant.

On the contrary, those who become immortals can turn their hands into clouds and turn their hands into rain, and have a part of the power of the law of heaven in their palms, which is an existence that mortals can't match in their entire lives.

The lifespan of a fairy-level monk is extremely long, and it is measured in units of thousands. It is no exaggeration for a Sanxian with a high level of cultivation to live for thousands of years, not to mention the lifespan of a real immortal and a golden immortal. It is impossible to estimate, so long that these monks themselves have forgotten their age.

If you advance, you will rise to the sky, if you retreat, you will never recover. The god-given thunder calamity in the period of crossing the calamity is just like this, which makes people love and hate.

Because of this, most of the monks are extremely cautious about the catastrophe of becoming an immortal. If they are not fully sure, at the time of the sympathy between heaven and man, even if their spiritual power is flourishing, they will not easily let go of their cultivation and cause the thunder to come of.

But Zhong Liqing, who was protected behind many barriers at this moment, naturally didn't know about the twists and turns of the tribulation period.

Not only did he not know, but he still had a vague sense of unreality in his heart that "this thunder disaster is too easy".

How could she have imagined that the cold-faced and ruthless swordsman would silently resist the 48 lightning tribulations ahead for her?

Anyone who is tainted with cause and effect with the way of heaven must be extraordinary. Even though Jun Moci's cultivation base is close to that of the world master, or even slightly better, but facing the raging lightning and thunder dragon above the nine heavens, he will forcefully take more than a dozen Dao is not a small burden.

Not to mention that this Heaven-given Thunder Tribulation has a certain degree of consciousness of the Dao of Heaven, and when it is aware of the cultivation base of the person who should be robbed, it then draws out a matching intensity.

Jun Moci seems to have taken down one thunder after another lightly, unscathed, not even the slightest change in expression, but Cen Beiqing, who has been silently watching her behind her, has noticed the waves under the calm appearance—from The first thunder tribulation reached No. 18, and Jun Moci took a total of seven steps back.

And less than a foot behind her is the room where Zhong Liqing is. According to the temperament of this majesty, she will never back down even if there are at most three steps.

Well, this also means that she is finally going to be serious.

Cen Beiqing thought to himself, and sure enough, he saw Jun Moci's hands folded in his sleeves suddenly formed a series of complicated and mysterious handprints, and as the spiritual power in her palms rose, a black long sword was protruding from her palms. She opened her arms and gradually condensed into shape.Until the handprints were formed, the pure black sword floated quietly in front of her. It was as black as a sinking abyss, and as black as a vast night, without the slightest light daring to shine through the sword, for fear of being sucked by the dark and deep sword. In general.

Jun Moci flipped his palm, and the black sword obediently passed into her palm, and she was taught to hold it vainly. He casually picked out a sword flower, and pointed directly at the next tribulation thunder brewing in the nine heavens.

He only heard a "bang rumbling" thunder, as if he was intimidated by the sword of the Jielei Sect, roaring like a wild beast with bravado and courage.

I didn't see her chanting spells, or raising her hand, but she simply swiped her sword towards the void, and heard a clear cry that went straight into the sky, and the tribulation thunder that hadn't fully formed was like a thunderbolt. Jiao Ruhong's sword waves split into pieces, and just like that quietly disappeared into nothingness.

"This thunder tribulation is so powerful? His Majesty has summoned the Niankong sword, so it can be seen that he is going to do it for real... Tsk tsk tsk, what is the origin of the little girl Zhongli, and she is so important? Even Lin girl is not treated like this, is it? ?" Feng Xinyu, who was still squatting in the corner boredly, didn't care about being sullen at this moment, and rushed to Cen Beiqing, who had the best view, and asked in a low voice.

"Didn't I say that I've been with you? Zhong Liqing is the hearth of the crown." Cen Beiqing gave her a white look, and said in a neutral tone.

"It's just the furnace? I don't believe it! Just look at how those brothers in your family treat the furnace? Even the Ji, Jiang, Yan, and Yao families with the most upright family style, no one is so protective of the furnace. It's..." Feng Xinyu curled her lips, and stretched out a finger to poke the itching point on Cen Beiqing's waist.

"That's not the same," Cen Beiqing turned her beautiful eyes, glanced at her like a warning, raised her palm to touch her hand, and even smiled and exerted a dark force, twisting Feng Xinyu's mischievous fingers in the opposite direction. Under her frightened eyes begging for mercy, she relaxed, "It took me tens of thousands of years to get such a cauldron. Of course, I kept it in my mouth for fear of melting, and held it in my hand for fear of falling—tight baby."

"So what? No matter how much you dote on her, it's just a cauldron! Can you still...dote on her forever?" Feng Xinyu frowned, still not understanding Jun Moci's thoughts.

"Ayu, you don't understand—the authorities are obsessed with this kind of thing." Seeing that she was still puzzled, Cen Beiqing softened, touched her forehead hair with a smile, sighed softly, and looked at the guard again. In the room surrounded by layers of barriers, he muttered to himself, "The onlookers may not be clear."

——He said it coldly, but in Mianxia's heart, why did he just treat her as a mere furnace?

I'm afraid that even the idle Taoist couples will not be able to block the thunder disaster for each other.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a blink of an eye, and it seemed like a long time, when Cen Beiqing came back to his senses, only the last two of the seven or forty-nine thunder disasters remained.

Jun Moci turned his head and glanced at her and Feng Xinyu's direction, then tapped his toes, held the sword in one hand, advanced instead of retreating, and leaped towards the tribulation thunder.

Flipping her wrists, the sword drew a half-arc across her chest, and then her other hand, which was vacant, was slowly raised, reaching the hilt with a trajectory that was difficult for the naked eye to form a gesture of holding the sword with both hands ——Concentrate your mind, use your strength in your hands, and forcefully strike towards the tribulation that is about to take shape.

The sword is like a mountain collapsing, and the waves are captivating, wrapped in an indomitable and mighty aura, it ruthlessly shattered the group of thunder!

At the same time, Jun Moci also swayed down from the air, his majestic spiritual power suddenly weakened, and he could only sustain it and fall back to the ground.

Standing up straight, barely showing any flaws, the long black sword held in her hand, like the tribulation thunder in the sky, suddenly turned into countless fine black crystal powder, lingering in the breeze for a moment, and obediently Following the spiritual power cyclone, it rushed back into her body again.

Cen Beiqing looked at the innocent Jun Moci with some concern—her face was already as white as jade, but after the black crystal powder penetrated into her body, the bright color on her cheeks flashed away, and she was even terribly pale—— Feng Xinyu couldn't help but rushed over to help her.

After being rejected by her, he had no choice but to circle around her helplessly, and looked at Cen Beiqing for help. The latter shook his head slightly, expressing that there was nothing he could do.

The two looked at each other, and sighed at the same time to show off their lord's stubbornness.

Jun Moci, who didn't care about his injuries, didn't pay attention to the two of them, but silently turned his gaze to the room enclosed in the barrier, his eyes were unimpeded by the colorful and silent thunderbolt. After flashing into the house stagnantly, he sank a little.

——The thunder tribulation has come to an end here, but it has just begun there.

When Zhong Liqing was meditating and performing exercises, she felt a sudden change in the aura around her.

She immediately opened her eyes, only to find that she was no longer in that room, but in a familiar courtyard.

The yard is not big, but it is arranged in an orderly manner; there is a small pond with several spiritual fishes, and beside the pond is a semi-circular flower garden, where the spiritual plants are lush, exuding a refreshing spiritual energy and fragrance.

The middle of the backyard is divided into two parts - a row of flower stands is built in the west, and a swing is tied under the flower stands. From the knots to the cushions, there are elegant white flowers, which has a special atmosphere; There are two stone benches on the table, a guqin, a cup of clear wine and two matching small wine glasses. The glasses are already filled with amber liquid, exuding an elegant and lingering aroma of wine.

Zhong Liqing was standing in the middle of the courtyard inexplicably, just in a strange moment, he saw a figure suddenly appear on the swing, leaning on the swing and swinging slowly, that gentle and beautiful face became clear from the mist—— It was actually the mother she thought about day and night.

At this time, another clear sound of the zither sounded, and Zhong Liqing suddenly turned her head to look. The woman in white who was sitting behind the stone table and playing the zither leisurely, who else was it?

"Aunt, come and help me push." ​​The "Aunt" smiled like a flower, with her toes naughty on the ground, swaying gently with the swing of the swing, and said softly.

"Okay." Zhong Liqing answered involuntarily.

Just as she was about to walk towards her, she heard the sound of a piano again, and the girl playing the piano looked at her with a cold face, but her eyes were as bright as stars, like rippling water, gently tracing her face , caressed her heart.

"The monkey wine from Baimang Mountain in Beihai only takes a few taels in hundreds of years." That faint invitation is just like yesterday.

Zhong Liqing's heart trembled, and she hesitated.

"Aunt."

——Auntie.

"Why don't you come over?"

——No, I can't.

"Don't you miss me?"

——Why don't you want to?

"Ah Nan, Ah Nan..."

——However, knowing that it is false, why bother to be obsessed with it?

"Aunt, don't you want me anymore..."

——I'm sorry, A Niang, but what I want to see is the real you, not a phantom in the illusion.

That voice sounded from the bottom of her heart, and it seemed to be imprinted in the sea of ​​consciousness, making her feel a sudden pain in her mind, but she was extremely sober.

Zhong Liqing was still staring at the woman who was smiling gently on the swing, but slowly backed away, one step after another, reluctantly but firmly backed up until her back touched the cold stone table , she turned her head, reached out to take one of the jade cups, slightly curled her lips towards the girl who put her hands on the piano and stared at her quietly, took a deep breath, and drank the wine in the cup with her neck raised.

"This wine is not about loneliness." She licked the corners of her lips, her voice was hoarse and soft, but her eyes were clear and burning, "...it's affection."

The wine was bland and tasteless when it first entered the mouth, but it suddenly turned into a fiery hot wind in the throat, accompanied by crackling electric arcs, rushing into the dantian in her abdomen, and then divided into countless small electric arcs, swimming Walking in the meridians of her flesh and blood, there is even a little bit of diving into the sea of ​​consciousness to forge and condense her soul.

For a moment, it was in extreme pain!

The pain was extreme, but it was also extremely short-lived. When Zhong Liqing suddenly realized, it had already come to an end.

She only felt that there was still a faint pain entangled in the bone marrow, but her spirit was unprecedentedly clear and clear, as if it had been dusty for a long time and suddenly became enlightened.

One thought rises like a tide, one thought falls like a flower, one thought blows like a wind, and one thought fades like a mist.

There are all kinds of things in the world, but in one thought... Is this a fairy?

The author has something to say: Congratulations to the player Zhong Liqing for reaching the immortal level. Do you want to continue the game?

A. Yes B. No

The player Zhong Liqing chose "No".

GameOver

ok i'm kidding 2333

Q: Oh my god, baby, you've finally opened up!Didn't choose A Niang and chose a daughter-in-law? !I am so relieved!

Answer: Tsk, I already know that my mother is still alive, why am I still obsessed with this fake?Are you stupid?

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