You owe me the cultivation of immortals!

"Master?" Even though her consciousness was blurred, Qing still keenly caught the master's voice.

"Qing." Ling Chun condensed an illusory shadow, approached Qing, and called out benevolently.Auntie couldn't help but glared at her. This dead old woman had a conscience and ran away without leaving her apprentice behind.

"Master, it's great that you can come..." Qing sighed, she thought it would be good to see the master before she died, it was better than the many people in the book who died alone in a foreign country and no one knew.

She pointed to the cloth bag at her waist with great effort to motion for Lingchun to take it away.The fire spar that Lingzhu wanted was sealed there. Although it was not much, more than half of it went into Hong's belly, but at least she kept her promise for the master. The book said that you should keep your word, but it's a pity that you agreed. Mother's going home to visit relatives is doomed to break her promise.

Mother will be sad...

"Qing, don't think too much, it shouldn't be your death calamity at this moment. Concentrate and calm down to overcome the catastrophe. If you can ascend, you can cross the sea of ​​suffering. If you can't cross it, even if you are wiped out, it will be something behind you." Seeing the catastrophe above his head The clouds have begun to gather, swirling into blackened tornadoes.Lingzhen forcibly interrupts Qing's last words.Pulling the aunt back to the side, seeing that posture is to watch.

At this time, Auntie did not scold Lingzhu for being unfeeling and ungrateful, but instead looked at the dark sky very silently.She has also experienced the catastrophe of Ascension, so she knows that there is no external force to help Qing, and those who overcome the catastrophe must rely on their own strength to break through, otherwise it is a violation of the rules and will be punished more severely.

It's just that she had been with Qing for a month, but she didn't realize that Xiao Fenghuang's cultivation was already so high that she could barely survive the catastrophe of ascension.It seems that whether she was in the misty forest or in the fairy tomb before, she had reservations, but she was not as honest as she seemed.

"How old is Qing?" Auntie couldn't help asking Ling Chun. Although she has a lot of experience and rarely makes mistakes in judging the age of spirit beasts based on the shape of the body, but in terms of Qing's appearance of more than 200 years old, such a cultivation base It's so shocking.It takes a thousand years for a phoenix to reach adulthood. Even in the ancient times when immortals were everywhere, it would take several thousand years for a talented Phoenix child to ascend to the ascension. It is said that in today's world of cultivating immortals, where spiritual energy is thin, two hundred years old is the infancy period.

"Five years old at 210." Ling Chun answered proudly with his head held high.Auntie glanced at Qing who was sitting cross-legged in pain in the flames, ready to welcome the catastrophe, and then glanced at the unscrupulous master who was waiting for praise, her eyes flew out of the sky.She absolutely didn't believe that the old woman's contribution to Qing's rapid improvement in cultivation was at least half of it.

"The Phoenix Clan has produced many geniuses who ascended to the tribulation before they reached the age of a thousand, and one of them is Qing's mother, now Huang Qiong, the patriarch of the Phoenix Clan, and her father is even more powerful, the incarnation of Suzaku. Born as a fairy, he is destined to step into the realm of demigods, but it is a pity that he is no longer in this world. Since Qing is their child, there is nothing wrong with having a better talent." Ling Chun saw the aunt Ignoring himself, he coughed twice and began to answer.

"Oh? Unexpectedly, the child was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. If it wasn't for the blood curse, the future would be limitless, don't you think?" Auntie frowned as she looked at the burning Qingyuan Mountain. Couldn't help but get sharper.

Ling Chun straightened her back in embarrassment, "You are blaming me for not taking good care of Qing."

"What do you think?" Auntie pursed her lips and cast a slanted glance at the old woman Lingchun, her red phoenix eyes were raised slantly, and her plain and elegant side face suddenly had a charming aura, and she picked Lingchun. Ji Ling, in a blink of an eye, he put away his disguise and turned into his real body.

"Why? With such a thick skin, there are times when you have low self-esteem?" Auntie looked up and down this appearance that didn't match the rumors of being noble and dusty in the outside world.She is so coquettish, but she is more like a charming evildoer, and she is indeed not worthy of the title of immortal.If it is seen by ordinary people, I am afraid that the heart of cultivating immortals with a pure heart and few desires will be broken.

"Cough... Ben Shangxian just cheers Qing up. She likes to pester me to change into my real body since she was a child, but Ben Shangxian has never agreed." Ling Chun's cheeks were flushed, and she didn't dare to look at her aunt's face. .One of the only two immortals left in the dignified world of cultivating immortals, it's unbelievable that his aura is so weak.

"Really." Auntie looked irrefutable, and changed the subject in a flash, "Hong will not come here for a while, maybe he will catch up with Qingdujie, I didn't tell her Qing's current state."

"Well, Mingming has God's will."

"You should change back..."

"I'm not as good-looking as an old woman?"

"With the appearance of this coquettish bitch, you solemnly sighed to me that God's will is the hot eye."

"...I don't!" Ling Chun chopped off her feet coquettishly, and pouted her mouth by the way.

"Spicy eyes..."

Although he was in the midst of raging fire, with the catastrophe hanging above his head, Qing sat cross-legged, only feeling the silence around his ears, but his consciousness became clearer and clearer.She closed her eyes, but everything around her was pictured in her mind.She saw herself in the bloody flame transformed by the mantra, and the flame was about to devour her ferociously. She saw the flaming clouds gathering and swirling above her head. The master and aunt who are bickering.

The pain faded away bit by bit with the passage of time, but it was clear that the flame didn't abate at all, on the contrary, it burned more and more vigorously.She thought maybe it was a long time, and the pain became numb.Auntie said that getting used to the pain means growing up, so does she have to grow up too?

Maybe after the catastrophe, he will really grow up.

When he grows up, he won't be as useless as before, he can take good care of Hong...and snatch her back from Zhulong.To cross the catastrophe is to fight against the sky, and to endure the hardships given by the heavens, Fangzheng's immortal body.

Does that mean that if he succeeds, he will have the power to fight against the will of God in Zhulong's mouth and bring Hong back.

She suddenly didn't want to die anymore, by the way, she never wanted to die in such a surrender.

So the first catastrophe fell without warning, like a burning cloud, pulling a long line vertically from the sky, and covering Qing's body with a bang.At that moment, golden-red flames rose up, entangled with the blood curse on the surface of the green body.Seeing the dignified Qing Baoxiang sitting cross-legged, Ling Chun felt comforted in his floating heart.Fortunately, you didn't give up.

Qing's Heavenly Tribulation is 49 Heavenly Fires, and Phoenixes are born from ashes.

"Do you think she survived this catastrophe?" Ling Zhen asked.

"Of course." Auntie nodded.

The two stood side by side on the edge of the curling heat wave, watching the blue in the center of the fire.Their same white clothes are better than snow, and their skirts are flying fiercely in the scorching air that is constantly sweeping in. They are all people who have survived the catastrophe, and there is nothing to be afraid of. The room is full of awe.

She was too young, really too young, and yet she was carrying a weight that she shouldn't have to bear in her life.

I only hope that after this catastrophe, it will be rainy and sunny.

The first sky fire fell, Qing's clothes turned up, but did not move a bit.

When the second sky fire fell, her black long hair danced in the wind, still dignified.

In the third sky fire, she frowned slightly, so she raised her palm lightly, her luck was condensed on her body surface, and the cloud was calm and breezy for an instant.

The fifth, the sixth, the seventh... The flames have never broken through the protective cover formed by Qing's cultivation base, and within the protective cover, only the increasingly weak fire of the blood curse is still burning unrelentingly.

Until the No. 14 sky fire at the number of twenty-seven fell with the force of rolling wind and thunder, Qing's spiritual shield was finally cracked, and before he could catch his breath, the next sky fire followed up. It was even more violent just now.The blood curse on the surface of the green body had just been closed, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he hurriedly stood up, and lifted his hands up over his head with condensed air, barely resisting the spiritual shield that was about to break.

The real catastrophe has just begun...

From sitting in meditation to having to get up, from bare hands to having to take out the Fengming bow, the arrows condensed with spiritual power were blessed by the Fengming bow and shot arrow after arrow at the falling sky fire in midair, weakening them The strength is just so that it doesn't have to be so unbearable when it falls on the body.The so-called catastrophe has never been easily overcome.It doesn't matter how high or strong the person who has experienced the calamity is, the catastrophe will adjust itself according to his cultivation level. The stronger the person, the more catastrophe, and the greater the potential, the greater the disaster. This is the rule.To cross the catastrophe, it is never the sky that needs to be defeated, but oneself.

The number of seventy-seven is already the highest calamity of cultivating immortals, but it also confirms Qing's strength and potential.

Hong pressed against the clouds and galloped in the air, thinking that since she was born, this was the first time she flew so high and so fast by herself.One is because she is not strong enough, and the other is because she is lazy.It's just that Qing left her and left now. The cubs that no one loves really can only rely on themselves.She thought that when she found Qing, she must ruthlessly get it back.

The golden ball of light enveloping Auntie's consciousness flew in front of him non-stop for a moment, and he hadn't spoken since just now, the golden light was a bit dim, Hong blinked suspiciously, guessing that Auntie was cultivating health and rest.It's just that the sky in the distance seems to have flames spreading, it's so high and very wide, and it swirls to absorb all the surrounding clouds, like the clouds all over the sky in the evening or the hot clouds and waves when the sun rises, beautiful It was beautiful, but it made her panic.

"How long will it take?" Hong asked a little uneasy, and her intuition told her that Qing was under the fire cloud.

"Soon." Auntie's ethereal voice came from the gust of wind, "You will see her soon, but you have to be obedient and don't make trouble."

"What's wrong with Qing?" Hong keenly sensed that something must have happened.

"Of course you will know when the time comes." Auntie replied murmuringly, but she was beating drums in her heart. Seeing that the progress was red, she would definitely meet Qing who was crossing the catastrophe, but she didn't know whether her arrival was a blessing or a disaster.

"Auntie, hurry up..." The wing on the left was slightly warming up, as if telling her to hurry up, Hong didn't know where strength was coming from her body that had been flying with all her strength for a day, but she kept dancing The wings galloped to the depths of the red cloud.

The aunt behind her sped up quietly, biting tightly behind Hong's buttocks, and in her sight, the cyan rune on her left wing was shining brightly.

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Whose catastrophe?Do you have a catastrophe?My catastrophe?Or is it everyone's catastrophe?

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