Through the nine days of skyrocketing

The setting sun is like blood.

The vitality surged from nowhere between the heaven and the earth, and it seemed that there was a majestic pressure coming from outside the sky.

As if in just a breath, this power has enveloped the entire sky.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged like ten thousand horses galloping, and the sky flickered.

Electric snakes danced indistinctly, there was sound and light shaking the sky, and thunder flickered.

Nan Wei casually glanced at the top of his head, and then casually glanced at the distant mountain peaks.

According to the records in the classics, all the sects in the Great Luo Spiritual Realm were relocated ten thousand years ago, leaving only their respective inheritances in this realm.

Then--

The Spirit Bridge is broken!

Since then, the vitality of the world has plummeted, and there are no practitioners left.

Up to now, more than [-] years later, the Lingqiao remains the same.

As for why the sects left this world in the first place, and why the Spirit Bridge was cut off...

There is still no conclusion.

Those cultivators who never left have gradually rebuilt various sects in Da Luo's spiritual world during these ten thousand years.

Nan Wei is one of the four venerables of the Destiny Demon Sect, and is known as the talent of the sky who is most likely to break through the barriers between heaven and man for thousands of years.

As soon as he entered the gate at the age of seven, he felt a sensation at the gate of the mountain, and his vitality surged.

Even though he is in the Da Luo Spiritual Realm where the vitality is thin, he has quickly cultivated to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.

The foundation was established at the age of ten, the golden core at the age of 15, and the baby at the age of 20. By the time he was 34 years old, he had crossed several realms, and he had cultivated to the point of enlightenment.

Even the elders and venerables in the Destiny Demon Sect who started a long time before him can only look up to his cultivation level from afar.

Today is the day of Nanwei's crossing the catastrophe.

However, whether it is the ancestor of the sect, or Nan Wei's disciples, or other major sects, they are not optimistic about Nan Wei's plan.

The severance of the Spirit Bridge is a well-known fact in Da Luo Spirit World.

Even if Nan Wei is the number one genius in history, facing the situation where there is no rice to cook, he should know that manpower is exhausted.

In fact, in the past ten thousand years, there has been no precedent for successfully crossing the catastrophe in Da Luo's spiritual world. No matter how talented one is, they all end up in the real world.

Then, as Shouyuan aged, he disappeared between the heaven and the earth.

Nan Wei is also well aware of this, but he is really unwilling to succumb to this fate.

Everyone persuaded them one after another: "The Realm Realm has a lifespan of a thousand years, so he can roam freely in this vast world without any constraints. What's the difference compared to crossing the kalpa and breaking the world?"

The patriarch of the sect also persuaded: If you succeed in crossing the catastrophe and reach the upper realm, you will not be at ease relatively speaking. You must know that it is better to be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. Wouldn't it be nice to have a high weight?

Nan Wei knew that they were watching her in the mountain peak at this time.

He also knows that everyone is for his own good.

In the tens of thousands of years since Da Luo's spirit bridge was cut off, it's not like no one tried to trigger the catastrophe like him at this moment.

However, what happened to these people was really shocking.

9000 years ago, Immortal Xianyao crossed the tribulation, and mistakenly thought that the third and ninth calamities had passed. Fang Yi relaxed, and his spiritual energy could not continue, and he died under the last tribulation thunder.

7000 years ago, the real Yuling crossed the catastrophe, and when his spiritual energy was thin, he was possessed by a demon, and suddenly became murderous, which severely damaged Daluo's spiritual world, which was about to recover a little vitality.

Five thousand eight hundred years ago, Cang Jianzi crossed the tribulation, and after the end of the three-nine-fold calamity, it turned into a fourth-nine calamity, and the elixir was used up, leaving no bones left.

Four thousand and 100 years ago, the real person Tushan crossed the tribulation, and the tribulation thunder suddenly mutated again, and the spiritual essence was not prepared enough, and finally ended in dismal.

3000 years ago...

2000 years ago...

hundreds of years ago...

These real people are all dragons and phoenixes among the people for a while, and they have all stayed in the real world for many years. Upper Bound.

Compared with them, Nan Wei is certainly more talented, but he may not be able to compete with the rules of the world.

But Nan Wei couldn't convince herself.

In his life, it can be said that he has made steady progress, without many setbacks and ups and downs.

Before he could be confused, he was already in control of the great power, and he had controlled a considerable amount of power in the Destiny Demon Sect. When he went out on weekdays, he always hugged each other and responded to every call. It has been more than [-] years now.

However, the carefree days after day after day made Nan Wei even more impatient.

Whether it is the heart of Taoism or other thoughts, Nan Wei only feels that being bound by this world and unable to struggle feels extremely bad!

"Master!"

Suddenly, a worried voice reached Nan Wei's ears.

He looked at it calmly, and saw the closed disciple he had accepted a few years ago standing respectfully not far away, staring at him closely.

Nan Wei snorted softly: "Could it be that there is something in the sect that the deity decides? Could it be that in such a large sect, without the deity, there is no second person to take charge?"

The disciple leaned down slightly: "It's not that the disciple has something to bother the master, it's just that the master is going through a lot of dangers this time, and the disciple is really worried."

Nan Wei said indifferently: "Thunderstorm is coming, you should stand far away, so as not to be implicated by this deity."

The disciple said anxiously: "Master——"

The disciple's eyes were slightly red: "Master, even if you don't survive this catastrophe, you are already the supreme venerable of our sect, so why..."

"shut up!"

Nan Wei interrupted displeasedly: "I don't need you to talk about how this deity behaves."

The disciple lamented: "Master..."

Nan Wei casually glanced at the sky again: "Go down."

The disciple still wanted to speak, but saw Nan Wei flicking his sleeves lightly, unexpectedly fell several times involuntarily.When he stood still again, he was already very far away from where Nan Wei was, and he would not be able to get close for a while.

Nan Wei stared at Jie Yun above his head, and said with a sneer, "My fate is up to me! Even if I die here today, it is my own choice, and no one can control it!"

Not even in this world!

The vitality between heaven and earth became more violent, and the coercion became heavier.

At this time, the normally thin vitality seemed unexpectedly abundant.

It was too late to say it, but it was so fast, I saw a dazzling electric light aimed at Nanwei, and it struck down suddenly, like a spirit snake!

It made the surrounding mountains shake like an earthquake!

Nan Wei had already made preparations, and he saw that he threw a flag pole in front of him towards the sky, faint black lights shot out, and the black clouds were thick and thick, just facing the electric light!

The power of the electric snakes seems endless.

Under its pressure, the black light on the pole gradually faded, and the black cloud became thinner.

The flag pole seemed to have life, trembling in the electric light.

Not long after, the flag pole completely lost its luster and fell to the ground with a slap.

Nan Wei's expression didn't change, he just threw another small halberd into the sky.

The halberd suddenly grew larger on top of his head, turning into a huge Fangtian painted halberd, once again confronting the lightning that followed one after another.

So many times, Nan Wei also felt a little bit strenuous.

But seeing that the sky was a little brighter, the dark clouds dissipated, and the lightning faded away, a faint smile finally appeared on his lips.

Since the severance of the Lingqiao, no one has encountered more than four or nine catastrophes. This time, Nan Wei has actually survived four or nine catastrophes, which can be regarded as the first time in thousands of years.

Presumably, whether it is robbery cloud or robbery thunder, it is time to die down.

There was also a commotion from the mountain peak in the distance, and Nan Wei was about to get up, but his eyes froze suddenly.

It turned out that the disciple was walking this way again, only calling earnestly: "Master! Master!"

Nan Wei flicked his sleeves again, threw the disciple on his back, and rolled away after a while.

And the expression in his eyes became more and more solemn, because the dark clouds in the sky dissipated in an instant, but thicker dark clouds pressed down layer by layer!

Forty-nine calamities are not the end!

Nan Wei sighed inwardly - he also made a lot of preparations for this tribulation, not only prepared a lot of treasures, but also prepared a lot of pills.

However, all the treasures were destroyed at this time, and almost none of the pills remained, but the newly appeared tribulation and thunder seemed endless.

But he didn't feel sad at all, and the smile on his lips deepened a bit.

He fixedly looked at Jie Lei in the sky.

This time, he simply abandoned all foreign objects and headed straight for Jie Lei!

In the four or nine thunderstorms, the coercion of the robbery cloud increased dramatically, and the whole world seemed to be connected into one body in a trance.

Except for the lightning and cloud, no one can see Nan Wei in it.

After some time, the thunder finally subsided.

The disciple stared blankly at the empty place in front of him, and Nanwei's voice transmission seemed to be ringing in his ears: "This deity died well, you are the only disciple of this deity, and this deity left some things in the door. Then you have to take care of yourself."

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly burst into tears: "Master——!!!"

The gauze hung down like smoke and mist, and piled up on the ground like snow, making it hard for people outside to see what was going on inside.

At this time, she was sitting on the bed beside the bed, holding an embroidery frame in her hand, she was threading needles, while looking into the motionless gauze tent from time to time, her eyes were full of worries.

And the boy who was sleeping in the bed motionless, suddenly moved his fingertips, and then moved again.

Then he slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw the veil at the end of his line of sight, a trace of surprise flashed in his clear black pupils, and he immediately calmed down again.

But before he observed the situation around his body any more, extreme pain spread from his brain to his limbs, and his whole body twitched involuntarily.

The rubbing sound of the cloth and the quilt was immediately caught by the girl outside the tent, she jumped up like a fish that landed on the shore, and quickly lifted the gauze: "Master!"

After seeing the boy's appearance, the girl's face was no longer pale. She hurriedly grabbed the boy's hands and took out another jade ring. There was a faint green brilliance flowing from the jade ring, pouring all her brains on the boy. Going away, he shouted: "Mommy Yan! Nanny Yan! The young master is sick again!"

Aside from the pain, the boy couldn't help but said in his heart: Presumptuous, who allows you to grab the deity's hands!And the deity is not sick!not sick!