So What If You've Been Reborn?

Ink dyes the sky, the sun and the moon are dark.

The monk suffering from pink eye disease, when he saw this horrific scene, his brows were filled with joy: Reverend Chixuan must have committed calamity and broken the heavenly secret, otherwise how could such a level of heavenly calamity be triggered?

And how many people can survive such a catastrophe?

The long-browed old man stood in place with his mouth wide open. For 80 years, he has been running around and encountered all kinds of catastrophes. He saw it clearly in front of his eyes, and suddenly became panicked.

"This, this is impossible! My apprentice Chixuan...what?"

How could he encounter such a mortal catastrophe?

On the spot, weeping and shaking all over.

"Fellow Daoist with Long Eyebrows..."

"No, old way apprentice! The way of heaven doesn't allow you, what have you done!" Changmei wailed.

"Fellow Daoist Changmei!" Nan Hongzi's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and he raised his long eyebrow, who was crying on the ground, "You cried too early, this Jieyun is not your apprentice's, but mine!"

"Hey?"

The old man with long eyebrows was stunned.

Nan Hongzi held a paper crane in his hand, shook it twice, and said with shortness of breath, "A letter from my poor apprentice!"

There are two more female cultivators beside them, white centipede with bare feet and curly hair, wearing magic weapon and light armor, and Luo Jingshu in Tsing Yi.They found them by following the letter sent by the paper crane, and when Nan Hongzi received the letter, they also found the "team waiting to go to another world".

"you?"

"Under Li Yan's command, he wants to go to another small world."

Luo Jingshu held back her knees, and the white centipede bowed together.

"Uh, Nascent Soul Late Stage, and Nascent Soul Elementary Stage."

The mighty monk who carried the Lord of the Heiyuan Valley couldn't help frowning.

This strength can already be used in the cultivation world, but the situation in the other world is unknown, maybe...

The white centipede said solemnly: "I am a demon cultivator, and I will die after hundreds of years. I don't want to be trapped. Where in the world can't I die?"

Luo Jingshu, who had just reached the Nascent Soul stage, lowered her head and said, "My lord told me to come and take a look. Whether to go or not is up to me to decide. Even if I don't go, it is also useful to remember the breath of that small world."

Except for Chen He, no one knew about the relationship between Luo Jingshu and Yang Xinyue, and they didn't care.

Because everyone's minds were attracted by Jie Yun and Nan Hongzi's words just now.

"Could it be—Chen He?"

"Exactly, my venerable said... to use the Ascension of Master Chixuan."

Changmei couldn't help laughing: "How can I borrow this?"

The white centipede said strangely: "The elders are borrowing, and the venerable is also borrowing. The method of borrowing is different, but it is always borrowing!"

"...That's different!" Changmei rolled his eyes from choking, anxious and angry, "Crossing the calamity at the same time, the calamity cloud grows, is it a good thing? Chi Xuan!

The old dao just wanted to borrow you to ascend, how could there be such a calamity, that boy Chen Ho also wanted to borrow you, how could the old dao's apprentice be so bad? "

Nan Hongzi snorted softly: "Gu is going to find Master Huanjian, and you also borrowed my little apprentice's master. Isn't it a loss for the poor?"

"Here, look at my God!"

Seeing that the long eyebrows were about to wail again, everyone quickly stopped them: "Chen He must have a purpose for doing this..."

Chang Mei stomped his feet angrily: "How do we get through the catastrophe in this situation?"

The black clouds rolled, and the purple thunder light poured out from the cracks, accumulating but not emitting, the sky was like a pot of boiled porridge, constantly bubbling up, and the thunder light was like soup, bubbling straight up, stirring up the porridge into a mess.

Daoist Chixuan, who was sitting cross-legged waiting to cross the robbery, was also startled by Jieyun's momentum.

His hands and feet were stiff, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He quickly squeezed out the spell, and threw out all the magic weapons in one go.

Reverend Chixuan's mouth was full of bitterness, although he didn't want to cry, but his heart was half cold: Is it possible to have a life and become a fairy?

The heavy and terrifying aura made the monks groan incessantly, and they fell limply to the ground again—eh, why again?They recalled with grief and indignation that it was a repeat of what happened a hundred years ago.

only……

It seems to be stronger this time? !

The sky thunder did not fall, and more and more purple lightning flitted across the gaps in the clouds, and finally the Jieyun could not be seen.

Master Chixuan finally realized something was wrong.

It stands to reason that under such momentum, he has already been overwhelmed, but Jie Yun's sense of danger is the same as before, even a little more relaxed than before.

What's the point?

Isn't this his Jieyun?

Master Chixuan was dumbfounded.

In the distance, the long-browed old man turned around anxiously, and said repeatedly: "I have never seen such a terrible catastrophe, what should I do?"

Nan Hongzi pondered, silently watching the letter in his hand turn into ashes.

——Master, it's a pity that I couldn't say goodbye in person, but brother has been waiting for us in the fairyland for a long time.

"Nonsense, he's waiting for you." Nan Hongzi snorted coldly, it's only been a hundred years, is it considered long in the fairy world?

——The disciple once ascended to great commotion, Beixuan Tianzun went down again, Yang Xinyue's matter was unknown, and the origins of Huanjian Venerable and Heiyuan Valley Master were strange, which shows that what awaits the disciple in the sky is not auspicious clouds and wind, but being swept up Entering into a long-standing calculation, it may be pushed up to the ancient ruins. To the immortal, the disciple may be just a variable in the three thousand worlds.

Any variable will annoy the chess player.

If it cannot be eliminated, it must be firmly grasped.

Nan Hongzi followed with a long sigh, and he understood what Chen He meant, because of all the previous events and the impenetrable situation in the fairy world, once Chen He ascended, he would definitely attract the attention of the fairy world.

Flying up with Master Chixuan might confuse some immortals.

"The little apprentice has already made some plans for his situation and the path he is going to take." Nan Hongzi said helplessly to himself, he really couldn't help with this matter.

Master Chixuan ascended in advance, leaving Chen Ho no more time to prepare for the disaster, or to inform Nan Hongzi that he had to seize this opportunity, and borrowing ascension was not just for anyone.

"I hope you have really reached the period of crossing the catastrophe..." Nan Hongzi sighed.

Is Chen He here?

No.

The middle level of the Mahayana stage is still two small realms away from the Tribulation Stage.

However, with the memory of the last time, the state of mind has arrived, and there is also the Beixuan secret method that can affect the aura of heaven and earth. When he openly challenged Jieyun, the heavenly way immediately responded.

Abandoning Chixuan Daoist to reply, yes, yes.

"Sure enough, the real enemy of this deity is the Dao of Heaven."

Chen He laughed at himself.

The purple thunder is like sea waves, turbulent and tumbling endlessly, no clouds are visible, and the sky and the earth are filled with wandering snake-like lightning, as if someone has smashed the whole world into pieces, and is about to shatter and disintegrate from the sky.

Mortals couldn't raise their heads to see such a strange phenomenon, and the monk was terrified.

Master Chixuan: ...

"That's right, it's really smaller than last time." Chen He nodded in satisfaction.

He still remembered the scene in his broken memory, hundreds of kilometers were destroyed by lightning, and the flames spread like a river and sea. Because there was no place to stand on the ground, Venerable Li Yan simply stepped on the light of the thunder, cutting and cutting.

Chen He only lived one-third of his previous life, so naturally he doesn't have such strength.

"Brother, let me be self-willed for a while, and see who wins, heaven or me."

The cyan longbow was taken out from the magic weapon stored in it, refined for a hundred years, exuding a flowing and abundant aura, the remnant soul of Kui on it, aware of the power of the thunder, kept humming in excitement.

"I want to thank Senior Ji for guiding me to choose the material of such a magic weapon that is not afraid of catastrophe in this life."

Chen He smiled lightly, flicked his fingers, and red flames appeared on the bow.

The fat baby suddenly transformed into a figure, hanging on Chen He's shoulder, with a serious face on his chubby little face, he raised his head to look at the sky full of thunder.

"Are you afraid?" Chen He was still in the mood to chat and laugh with Shi Zhonghuo.

The fat boy nodded seriously.

"The master is here."

"Chirp." Shi Zhonghuo buried his head on the back of Chen He's neck, rubbed it twice, and suddenly jumped to the ground, with his hands on his hips, standing in front of Chen He with arrogance.

"...If you don't enter the lake cave, how can you get fish from the lake?"

Fat Dun pointed to the sky with one hand, and stepped on the tree stump with one foot: "Are there any fish on it?"

——Sure enough, it was the baby brought out by the master.

Chen He touched the stone on his forehead and stared at the sky in a daze: "Maybe not."

"But... the master is going?" Shi Zhonghuo began to bite his finger.

"Ah."

"Okay!" Chubby nodded decently, then sat down on Chen He's instep, staring at the wandering purple thunder with hostility.

Chen He laughed.

There is a brother in the fairy world, waiting for him.

On the way to cross the catastrophe, there is Shi Zhonghuo to accompany him.

At the foot of the mountain, Nan Hongzi must be there.

This road, after all, is no longer alone.

A purple thunder condensed into a ball, as if dripping from the boiling sky, falling straight down, as if it was a signal, one after another, thunder light formed into a ball and was "squeezed" down.

Chen He tightened his hand holding the bow, staring at the sky:

"Come on, God."

When the bowstring was drawn, the aura of heaven and earth let out a long and sharp howl, and the thunder ball was split into two by an invisible force. In an instant, the light of the thunder turned into more than a dozen thunderbolts and swept away.

And countless thunderballs are still falling, like a hailstorm that came quickly and quickly.

"This is?" the old man with long eyebrows widened his eyes.

All the thunderballs went in the other direction, only the sky thunder that was cut off and deflected "took care" for the trembling and trembling real Chixuan.

A figure of a ferocious beast with curved horns, a body shaped like a bull, and standing on one leg rose in the thunder.

Kui, an ancient desolate beast that can attract wind and clouds from all directions and drive thunder.

Because there is no entity, the cataclysm cut down cannot cause substantial damage to it, but it makes the remnant soul more excited, its eyes are blood red, like a long whale sucking water, it opens its mouth to nothingness, and swallows the thunder ball in one go.

The figure swelled, twisted and deformed, and when it was about to burst.

A sharp arrow passed through Kui's phantom and hit the sky.

The body of the arrow was condensed by the true essence, red like fire, the arrow kept spinning, and brought out all the thunder that Kui had swallowed, the thunder light was attracted by Chen Ho's true essence, and lingered on.

Zihua Snake Lightning followed the long arrow meanderingly.

Instantly submerged into the sky that was still rolling and brewing thunder.

Immediately, everything between the heaven and the earth seemed to be still, and there was no movement.

Master Chixuan couldn't help standing up.

With a breath, only the echo of the remaining sky thunder roaring can be heard.

Three breaths, the thunder that streaked down the sky stopped.

Five breaths later, the monks looked at each other and were about to ask what was going on.

Suddenly there was a loud noise!Within a hundred miles, all living beings and spirits who had cultivated aura were shocked by this and were stunned unconsciously at the same time. The monks above Nascent Soul were bleeding from their mouths and noses, and retreated in shock.

There was a hole in the middle of the thunder that boiled like porridge.

The obscured sunlight poured down, illuminating where the arrow came from.

"Chen He?" Rao Chixuan had been prepared for a long time, but he was still taken aback.

"Honor Li Yan?"

The monks who didn't know the truth were stunned at the same time.

What's the matter?Has the demon cultivator started to soar?Shi Feng was, and so was Chen He.

The rift was quickly covered by raging thunder and raging waves, and the sky and earth returned to darkness. This time, it was not falling like hailstones, but the Tianhe River hanging upside down, rushing towards it like a stormy sea.

The old Taoist with long eyebrows sat down on the ground and murmured out the doubts in the hearts of many monks: "What kind of catastrophe is this? The most serious one is 49 catastrophes?"

If Chen He heard this, he would definitely laugh.

——It's all right, it's much better than last time.

Daoist Chixuan held his dharma sword, looked at the sky, and then chopped off a residual thunder, standing in the formation speechless and holding his forehead: he seemed to be forgotten by the way of heaven.

The author has something to say: Do you still remember Chixuan’s fate mentioned above? The master with long eyebrows pinched it

"This son has a smooth life, good fortune and good luck, really a good fate."

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