bayedsolid Chapter 334 It's His
Chapter 334 It's His
The thunder tribulation in the Yuanzun period was truly the first of its kind since the beginning of the world. All the spiritual power of the entire Chaos Cliff gathered towards Yinming Xiezun.
Looking from top to bottom, with him as the center, the spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius formed a whirlpool.
The sky suddenly darkened, and thunder was brewing in the falling clouds.
The momentum was unprecedentedly great, and it was difficult for everyone to see what was happening in the center of the thunderstorm. For the sake of their lives, they wisely retreated outside the chaotic Gobi Desert.
Yinming Xiezun's clone merged into his original body and tried his best to deal with the thunder tribulation.
Yi Chi was sleeping alone on the lotus seat, and was thrown there by Yinming Xiezun to face the thunder from the sky, who didn't care about her life or death at all.
Yin Ming Xie Zun glanced at her and murmured, "The innate spiritual body created by the Heavenly Dao is favored by it and can break through the thunder tribulation. Even if it is exposed to a thunderstorm, its body will not be damaged."
Right ...
No one spoke up for Yi Chi.
Forty-nine terrifying thunders quickly fell.
Yinming Xiezun dealt with the thunder disaster in an orderly manner, and was struck by lightning, becoming crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, delicious and fragrant.
Yi Chi slept soundly while smelling the scent.
……
At the same time, Xi Lingyi and the others had various evil wounds on their bodies left by the previous attack.
Her face was covered with frost, and her brows were filled with worry. "Failed."
The action just now was the one with the highest chance of success.
There was a fresh scar on the chest of the Lord of the Silent Blade, which went deep into his internal organs. He took drugs to slow down the deterioration of the wound.
The voice was vicious, "That idiot Yuan Zun wants to use the Key of Time to break through. We still have a chance."
When Lord Lingyun retreated from the front line, he was already lying weakly, his face was pale, and he looked like he would not live long. He said with trembling lips: "Have you ever seen the pressure of the Yuanzun period?"
The Lord of the Sword of Silence choked.
That is the last realm before ascension, and there is no need to say much about its strength.
Lord Lingyun is almost buried in the ground when he is against fifty people. Can he get any closer?
Without him, these poor Mahayana cultivators could only exert half of their strength even if they could barely withstand the pressure.
Not to mention that the current condition is not good.
Xi Lingyi opened her mouth again and told the extremely good news, "Yin Ming Xie Zun and Di Zun were able to copy other people's attack methods. It is not difficult to guess that Yuan Zun will go one step further - the strength he can copy will be even stronger."
Overall, the enemy has become stronger and I have become weaker, so I have no chance of winning.
The rest: "..."
I felt a leak in my heart and remained silent for a long time.
Most of the Mahayana cultivators are elders of the sect. They are orthodox cultivators, so naturally they will advance rather than retreat at this moment.
But there are also those independent cultivators who are called upon for profit. Independent cultivators don’t have so many patriotic concerns.
Seeing that the situation was dire and there was no room for maneuver, they wanted to retreat to save their lives.
Once they retreat, the chances of success of the final encirclement and suppression will undoubtedly be smaller.
When everyone was in turmoil, Xi Lingyi looked around at everyone, his brows cold and murderous, his voice sonorous.
"Under an overturned nest, there will be no eggs left unbroken. If Yin Ming Xie Zun succeeds, none of you here will be able to escape the power of the immortal level. Once we die, the evil path will advance unimpeded."
"We must fight this battle. There is no room for retreat at this critical moment of life and death. The future of the entire Nine Netherworld and the lives of countless people are all in our hands."
“If we don’t hold up the sky when it collapses, the people below will be slaughtered, including our family, friends, and disciples.
"Since I am regarded as the leader by the righteous, I swear to the heaven: I will be the first in this battle. If you are here, I will not retreat even if I die."
Recalling the Arctic glacier a hundred years ago, Xi Lingyi had led them to kill Zhu Jiu with such an expression.
Times have changed, but the leader of the righteous path remains the same.
An atmosphere of solemn and resolute determination as if a hero was about to cut off his own arm enveloped them, and a look of heroic sadness flashed across everyone's face.
Someone resolutely said: "You can't retreat. If you retreat, it will be for the rest of your life!"
But the casual cultivator thought about it and said pragmatically, "If I succeed this time, I hope to be appointed as an honorary elder of the Qiankun Holy Temple. If not..."
If not, war will break out in the Nine Netherworld and all lives will be destroyed.
"Then I hope that my descendants can be protected by the eight major forces and not die tragically under the butcher's knife."
When I said this, I felt despair in my heart again. Damn, there are eight major forces, and five of the eight leaders have lost their brains because of love. Only three are left. What else is there to say?
They usually seem quite smart, but they all lose their minds when they meet Zhu Jiu.
Forget it, get used to it.
I am so tired. Don’t be the one who has a love mindset anymore!
Xi Lingyi and the other two nodded, solemnly promising that the eight major forces would live up to their trust.
I didn't say that I lived up to their trust, because they might not be able to save their lives.
Whatever the reason, personal or just, they finally decided to attack under pressure.
Lord Lingyun said to Gu Fusheng who was silent beside him: "Help Dad up, Dad can still fight."
Gu Fusheng: “…”
Although he didn't know why his father suddenly learned to speak like the Lord of Silence Sword, he still did as he was told.
Lord Lingyun stood up and gently touched Gu Fusheng's head. The blood from the wound on his arm flowed down his palm to the top of the latter's head, and then flowed down, covering her face with sticky blood.
Gu Fusheng: “……?”
Lord Lingyun was also stunned for a moment, and withdrew his hand awkwardly, his lips moving several times as if he wanted to say something.
Finally, Gu Fusheng lowered his eyelids and said coldly: "If you die, I will be the leader."
Lord Lingyun nodded, feeling sad. Just as he was about to give some instructions, he heard Gu Fusheng say, "Then I can decide to let mother remarry. It just so happens that Zhu Jiu has been resurrected."
"This is the marriage arranged by God, don't you think?"
Lord Lingyun's pupils trembled, and the elegant and loving smile on his face disappeared in an instant. He could not hold it in any longer, "You..."
"So, you should come back and be the sect leader yourself."
Gu Fusheng interrupted him again. When he raised his eyes, they were covered with a layer of sad and stubborn mist.
No matter how calm and thoughtful one is on weekdays, it is difficult to hide one's sadness at this moment.
Lord Lingyun was speechless. He raised his hand again and touched Gu Fusheng's head reluctantly. There was more blood. Gu Fusheng looked like a female ghost with a headshot.
“…” She clenched her fists and held back.
At the side, Jingren, whose mind was only on the knife, saw this and turned to ask Jiemie Daozun if he had any last words. No, Zhenyan explained.
After a moment of silence, Jiemie Dao Zun said, "Listen to the Great Elder."
Mirror Blade glanced at Xi Lingyi who was giving Xiao Buzhi a long speech and asked in a calm tone, "Is that all?"
"What else?" A trace of vicissitudes flashed across the face of Lord Jiemie Dao.
"After all, your brain is the most straightforward I've ever seen in my life, but it's still not as smart as mine."
"When I found you, you were seven years old and you couldn't even turn when walking."
"Just practice your sword skills well, take an apprentice and teach him everything you know, and see if the next apprentice can use his brain better."
"Oh." Mirror Blade's heart had no cracks in it, and no words could hurt him.
But I was still a little curious, "Then why did Master accept me as his disciple?"
Jiemie Daozun said solemnly: "I want to try how straight it is."
Mirror Blade: “…Oh.”
"Then why was Master the Chief True Disciple?"
Jiemie Daozun narrowed his eyes and said, "Your master also wants to try it."
"..."
Jing Ren seemed to be thoughtful. Since his master and ancestors all did this, there must be some deep meaning behind it. So why not let him give it a try?
Seeing him in a daze, Jiemie Dao Zun said angrily, "If you can't handle this, don't say you are my disciple when you go out. Do you hear me?"
"Oh." Mirror Blade nodded seriously. Thinking that it was a farewell after all, he still felt sad and added, "Master, rest in peace."
Jiemie Dao Zun: “…”
He claims to be a good person, so why would he accept such a disciple?
In the end, it turned into cursing.
After finishing the job, he stuffed the intestines that he accidentally left uncovered back in, and took a few more bottles of pills. A ruthless and cold-faced casual cultivator looked at him for a few seconds, frowned, and said worriedly, "You can't do this."
Jiemie Daozun waved his hand with a stern and unyielding manner and said, "It's okay. I took the anesthetic pill, so it won't hurt."
Anyway, it's like this now, there's no need for casual cultivators to be as respectful as usual. She glanced at him coldly, "If it leaks out and trips us during the fight later, will you be responsible?"
Jiemie Dao Zun: “…”
A look of pride flashed across his face as he said, "I am good at sewing. I will help you sew it up."
While the Lord of the Silent Blade was still hesitating, the casual cultivator had already taken out the needle and thread, and was carefully sewing the Lord of the Silent Blade's flesh.
The soft hair brushed across his chest, exuding a faint fragrance that entered his heart. San Xiu's cheeks were slightly red and his eyes were like water.
——The most touching thing is the gentleness of lowering the head, like a water lotus without any shyness in the cool breeze.
The Lord of the Sword of Silence is uneducated, but an unknown person described his mood as above.
His heart was beating wildly. Having seen many love-brained people like Mo Huaizun, he quickly realized that he had met the person he liked.
Oh my God, some people are looking at the sea in the fog, some people are looking for love in the world, and he hears the sound of his own heartbeat in the deafening thunder.
His mother said that if someone was willing to do needlework for him, he must not let them go.
The Lord of the Silent Blade had waited for so long and finally met him.
No matter how high you go, you can still die.
What’s the difference between this and committing suicide for love?
The brain of the Lord of the Silent Blade was running at seventy miles per hour, and his thoughts were free and unfettered.
After a while, the casual cultivator stopped with satisfaction, looking contented.
The stitching looks really good, delicate and stylish. It was a big project - it was sewn into a gorgeous hibiscus flower, with green leaves and petals as needed.
It can be called body art.
Everyone around was shocked and silently suppressed the thought of asking the independent cultivators for help.
The casual cultivator felt regretful and carefully put the needle and thread back into his pocket. He heard the weak voice of Jiemie Daozun: "...Thank you, aunt, aunt..."
"Sword Master, you are too polite. You can just call me fellow Daoist." The casual cultivator said distantly, without any trace of the excitement he had when doing needlework.
Jiemie Dao Zun: “…”
A kind-hearted person with high emotional intelligence who saw the clues said: "Dao Zun wants to ask: What is your name, young lady?"
The casual cultivator frowned. At her level, is there still someone called a girl in the cultivation world? This is even stranger than calling her an aunt.
But he didn't say much, just said: "My name is Ji Furong."
……
Ji Qi and Gui Jiling snuggled together miserably, looking at Yi Chi, with sadness flowing like a river.
Ji Qi murmured with pale lips: "If I were him, would I not be so powerless..."
"Who?" Gui Jingling asked weakly, wiping his tears.
"Xingjun." Ji Qi said with a sad smile, as if he had given up hope, "The man who had been with her for fifty thousand years."
Gui Jiling was stunned for a while, "So your memory is his."