In the first immortal forest, the white fog is filled, the jackals escape, the tigers and leopards are frightened away, and the insects and birds take refuge. All of a sudden, the creatures that originally inhabited this place all fled, snakes flocked, birds skimmed the sky, crows screamed all over the sky, tigers and wolves rushed down the mountain like a great enemy, and entered Qinghe Village.

A cultivator who has existed for 10,000 years will cross the tribulation in the first immortal forest, and its power is not something that these beasts whose spiritual wisdom has not yet been opened can resist, let alone resist, even if they are rubbed to the side by the heavenly thunder and touch the body, they will destroy their souls, this level of tribulation is far beyond their reach.

The talking boy was trapped in the first immortal forest, and when he exhausted his skills and couldn't get out, he saw only one

The figure of the great shore has arrived beside him. What a big body:

A trunk is as thick as a grinding plate, three feet high and deep into the white mist, with no end in sight. Several branches stretched out as if they were waving arms, and a small branch extending from the branches bound itself to immobility.

Three feet underneath, a huge face was inlaid on the body as thick as a grinding plate, and I saw: a pair of giant eyes the size of two lanterns, without the bridge of the nose and ears, but under the giant eyes there was a huge mouth, which was enough to swallow an adult when speaking. Under its closed mouth, there are dense and tiny branches, like the beard of a human race.

"There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell for you to vote for. Today is to suffer this catastrophe for me" The huge mouth was closed one by one, and it turned out to be a sentence of human speech.

Ye Luo lay on the ground, looking at a talking pear blossom tree in front of him, and shouted desperately. It's just that in this mountain forest, not to mention a single figure, even those orcs who are usually active have fled for their lives, where is there anyone to save him.

After a hopeless struggle, for some reason in my heart, I suddenly felt a little sad and cried. This feeling is only because he was born humbly and has never learned any art of getting out; this feeling is because he knows that no one has come to save him, his relatives have died early, and he is the only one left alone in the world, who can hear his voice; this feeling, he has not enjoyed the wealth and glory of the world for more than ten years, but he has suffered all the cynicism and sarcasm of the world.

When I turned around and thought about it, these ten years were like a long hundred years, and I had tasted all the hardships of loneliness, helplessness, cold, sickness, and hunger, and I don't know how many nights I had endured without food, and I didn't know how many dreams I had woken up crying in. Ten years of hard life can't get the warmth of this world, but in the end, it's cheaper for this old monster. God, can you really see it? Save you, a faithful subject, I have given you all my hope, I want to live, no matter whether I am poor, rich, sick, or safe in this life, as long as I live, this is my last luxury, do you want to take it away from God?

The helpless leaves fall, pinning the hope of the last survival on the god who is regarded as a god. After so many years, is there a god? Who has never seen it, and is there an immortal? No one has seen it, at least not in Qinghe Village. The so-called immortals are just legends from 10,000 years ago, and after so many years, the so-called gods, the so-called immortals, are long gone.

A burst of fragrance came from the side of itself, shrouded in white mist, and I don't know where he was at the moment, after being bound by the pear blossom monster, he took him all the way. I don't know where I'm going, I don't know where I've gone, maybe it's farther, far, far away, so far away that no one can see my dead body.

At the time of half a pillar of incense, the white fog around him became a little thinner, and the visibility gradually became farther away. In the hands of the Pear Blossom Tree Demon, you can see that this is a high peak, very high, and it is ten thousand feet high. Looking down, there is a plain under the mountain, and you can still see Qinghe Village, but Qinghe Village, which originally lived in hundreds of households, is now the size of a projectile in his eyes, and a river flows down from the foot of the mountain range where he is located~, and he can even see the three fairy forests on the west side of Qinghe Village.

This is Taibai Immortal Mountain, which was once said to be a place where immortals cultivated. Ye Luo seemed to remember something, although he had not been to Taibai Immortal Mountain for more than ten years, he still had a good feeling for the direction, since he could see Qinghe Village and Xianlin, as well as the river, it was a good judgment.

"、、、Whoosh" was at the top of this peak, and the branch of the pear blossom old demon in Ye Luo's mouth trembled, and Ye Luo was thrown down directly, and then the branch that bound Ye Luo and the part that drove the connection were broken, and the branches were still entwined and tied to Ye Luo. The old demon of Pear Blossom no longer paid attention to the young man in front of him, but began to worship in all directions on the highest peak.

On the side of the Pear Blossom Tree Demon, there is a stone stele, smooth as a mirror, very regular, and there is nothing on it. The strange thing is that this stele seems to be the same as the stele left after the fall of the sword immortal, and this stele is located on a high mountain, it must have experienced the wind and rain of the years, but it is still like a new carving, without the slightest trace of erosion of time.

Until he saw the next scene, Ye Luo's heart hung in his throat, as if he had seen a ghost.

There is also a very small stone tablet on the side of the stele, with some words written, and as for what it is, it is obvious that it is not clear because of its age.

This is the legendary Luoxian Mountain for 10,000 years, but isn't it called Taibai Immortal Mountain. Ye Luo's heart was up and down at the moment, as early as when he was very young, he heard the story of the old village chief tell the story of the sword fairy, and the portrayal of this stone tablet was very detailed, today ~ he saw it, and it was on the Taibai Immortal Mountain. If what you expected is good, the words engraved on the small stone tablet on the side of the empty thing are the handwritten notes of the disciples of the fallen immortals, and it is rumored that the disciples of the fallen immortals are next to the stone tablets for enlightenment, and then return to the mountain of the fallen immortals to engrave and write:

A sword is cold and reincarnated, and I want to return after 10,000 years. When the stone is broken, the ferry will return to the truth.

"Sword Immortal, I have guarded your oath for ten thousand years. Now, what I promised has been fulfilled, and please fulfill your promise to help me survive this 10,000-year catastrophe," said the Pear Blossom Tree Demon.

The branches gently touched the stele, and a soft force enveloped the stele, and the dryad recited a spell, not knowing what to say.

In a few moments, the stele is a shining light.

A golden light emanated from the stele, shining seven feet high. With the glow of golden light, an illusory figure appeared in front of the stone tablet. The face is clear, the body is angular, as if it were a real person.

It was a middle-aged man, dressed in a white gold-rimmed robe, with a hollow gaze, as if he had lost his mind.

The figure appeared, followed by an invisible killing intent, the cold wind gusted, and the void seemed to have a sword and a cold shadow, cracking the air.

"Bang 、、、" There was a soft sound, and the young man who was sitting on the ground looked back, and the branch that tied himself up was broken at this moment, and then looked at the old tree, which was less than a foot away from the body, and several sword winds blew directly on his body, and the bark that was three inches thick was cut off by the sword wind that suddenly blew up.

Even if he has 10,000 years of cultivation, he can't bear the sword wind left after the fall of the sword immortal for 10,000 years.

It's strange to say, the sword qi runs across the immortal mountain, the old tree is cut to pieces, and the young man is like no one. A generation of sword immortals fell for ten thousand years, and a wisp of divine soul also had such a powerful momentum, but you can imagine how spectacular the battle was ten thousand years ago, and it is not to mention ten thousand years. But after this wisp of spirit appeared, sometimes he lowered his head and pondered, sometimes looked up to the sky and looked at the color, but he ignored the old tree in front of him.

When the latter saw this, his heart was angry. When the sword immortal fell, he entrusted himself and guarded himself after 10,000 years of vows, if he could cultivate successfully, he could resolve the catastrophe for him when he crossed the tribulation, but now this wisp of divine soul ignored him, and he didn't know why.

"Sword Immortal, I admire your supernatural powers. Now that 10,000 years have passed, you should fulfill your promise, my catastrophe is coming today, and you will keep your promise for 10,000 years, do you want to mistake me" Lao Shu said angrily, he has always guarded the boundary card for 10,000 years, and has never left half a step, I don't want today, the sword immortal is so ruthless.

"You little tree demon, you dare to be so arrogant" At this time, the divine soul spoke, "In the past ten thousand years, in this place where the aura is thin, if I hadn't taught you to practice the method of tuna back then, let alone that you have cultivated for ten thousand years, even if it is ten thousand years, it is just in vain."

When the sword immortal fell, this tree demon was a small seedling planted by it, and then under the influence of its divine soul, after thirty-three years, it was cultivated into a big tree. I don't want to live for 10,000 years, this old tree can cultivate Dacheng, have an epiphany, and attract the catastrophe of heavenly thunder, but he also dares to complain in front of himself.

"You are so rampant, now that you have fallen for ten thousand years, all you have left behind is this wisp of divine soul, am I still afraid that you will not succeed" Lao Shu heard this, and his heart was even more angry. He has been cultivating for 10,000 years now, and he is no longer the little seedling that he casually put ~ under his hands back then, if he helps himself survive the disaster today, he will just give up, if not, even if he fights for this 10,000 years of cultivation, he will destroy your soul.

Everything has to rely on himself, even without the help of the sword immortal, he has read many ancient books and knows some ways to avoid the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, and now he has captured this little child, which is his own reliance. There was once a writing that said: The path of different cultivation is dull, only the three tribulations are fateful catastrophes, if they are overcome, the future cultivation will be like the sky. Monks are different from different cultivators, although the road is bumpy, but they do not hit the three tribulations, the void is in front, after reincarnation, life and death calamities, all spirits have it. There is only one way to survive the catastrophe of thunder, and the following methods are as follows:

Triggered by thunder, all directions are shocked, if the body is not destroyed, it can be repaired in ten thousand years. Heterogeneous cultivators lead thunder, thunder falls from the sky, ten thousand thunders fall, not dead and injured, only monks, can break its thunder.

With his own spiritual power, he poured the meridian blood of the monks, making it a false contract, and the monks were all different cultivators, and the different cultivators were all monks, and the two were the same. Waiting for the thunder to be triggered, the monk is placed outside, and he hides inside, the thunder falls, the monk's physique is fragile, and under the thunder, his body is destroyed. And because its breath is the same, the so-called contract, you give birth to me, you die and I die, and once the monk dies, the breath is the same, and the cultivator will die. When the sky is thundered, the monks are extinguished, and the cultivators can survive. This method is called grafting, and the life and death of the monk are exchanged for their own calamity, which is the supreme secret method, and the different cultivators cannot be passed on. Fake contract: It is called a contract, but it is actually fake. The death of a monk is true, and the death of a different monk is false. Therefore, this method was replaced by the technique of false contracts.

This technique is not mysterious, it is widely spread among different cultivators, but the human race does not know the reason and does not know it.

It is said that the sword fairy came out with a wisp of spirit, but when he saw a small seedling left over ten thousand years ago, it was so rampant that he was helpless, and he looked at it in a blink of an eye, but he saw the little boy on the side, the young man was sitting aside, emaciated, with long blue hair, very curious, the sword wind was raging, why couldn't he hurt him in the slightest?

Immediately, his fingers spoke, and a golden light like a pea-sized bead of light entered from between the young man's eyebrows. This light bead is very bright, and it can be seen clearly outside the body from the body, passing through the sea and meridians, and finally reaching the dantian.

came and went, and when the light bead finally fell under the dantian, the wisp of spirit seemed to tremble, and I didn't know what to say.

What entered the young man's body just now was just a wisp of his own divine sense power, but this exploration is terrible. You can clearly see that in the young man's dantian, there is a long sword, the blade is blood-red, and the hilt of the sword is entrenched in a dragon.

How can it be in the body of such a young man? It is a wisp of divine soul as a sword immortal, and there is no way to calm down at this moment, yes, the broken spirit has moved to the master, ten thousand years ago, the broken spirit turned into nothingness, and continued to look for his next master in the three states, and today, after ten thousand years, this divine sword has reappeared, and it is such an inconspicuous young man. When he saw this scene, he was a little puzzled, with the child's talent and strength being inferior, why would Broken Spirit choose such a child as the master, and according to the current situation, this child can't even have basic spiritual power to cultivate, let alone what kind of strength it is.

"You come over to me" At the same time that the sword fairy was surprised, the old tree demon didn't have time to wait, today is his own catastrophe, since the so-called sword fairy will take the oath of 10,000 years ago as a child's play, then he will use his own way to cross the catastrophe, as long as there is this little boy here, he is not afraid of big things.

The old dryad tied the boy again with a branch and placed it next to an offering table, and an extremely thin branch forcibly pierced through the boy's mouth and nose. The boy was stabbed by this, and he couldn't help but tears flowed down~.

"Xiao Miaomiao, how about making a deal with you" Looking at the old dryad who was busy, the wisp of sword immortal's spirit said with interest, "I can help you survive the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, but that little child belongs to me."

The old tree demon snorted coldly, thinking beautifully, this little boy is the key to surviving the thunder tribulation, and can give it to you, you are a fool when I survived for 10,000 years~. Haha、、、 trying to lie to me、、、

"You 、、、 you say it again、、、、 what did you just say、、、" The old dryad suddenly thought, did he seem to have ignored any words just now, he actually said that he wanted to help him survive the thunder tribulation, so he exchanged this little boy for it?

Don't be funny, a young man who hasn't even cultivated the breath of breath can have any great potential. Moreover, judging by his appearance, he is thirteen or fourteen years old, if he is a young man with outstanding qualifications, his strength at this moment is already to become a qualified monk above the fifth level of foundation building.

The spirit of the sword immortal affirmed again, "Give me that green-haired boy, and I will help you survive the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation." My sword immortal is full of words, if you don't believe it, I can help you through the tribulation first、、、、"

This remark overwhelmed the old dryad who was busy preparing to cross the catastrophe. Before, I would rather not want my credibility than I was unwilling to help myself through the catastrophe, how could this turn around, suddenly changed his attitude so quickly, in the past ten thousand years, he has diligently guarded this broken stone tablet in front of him, and he has never spoken to himself like this, which is a bit strange.

No, there must be something greasy in this. The old tree demon has lived for 10,000 years, how could he not be surprised by the sudden change in the attitude of the sword fairy, turned around, and suddenly turned his gaze to the young man who was sitting on the side, "Little boy, tell me honestly, do you know each other?" You want to lie to me? Hmph, it's beautiful" The old dryad used his spiritual power to search and search on the young man's body, and searched and searched, back and forth several times, but found nothing.

He couldn't figure out what was going on. After thinking about it carefully, he still blamed the strangeness on the wisp of divine consciousness that popped out of the sword immortal just now, and after the sword immortal's divine consciousness swept in the young man's body for a week just now, this sword immortal suddenly changed his attitude. Presumably, there are some good treasures in this young man's body, but he can find them, maybe some kind of peerless treasure, so that this untrustworthy sword immortal can actually take the initiative to help him survive the heavenly thunder tribulation, so that a sword immortal with countless magic weapons for ten thousand years is still tempted, it must be an excellent treasure.

Maybe after you get it, you can survive the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, and then you will walk sideways in the three states.

No, it's crabs that walk sideways, and I'm going to walk vertically.

It's not right, it's not me to walk vertically. Anyway, it doesn't matter, let's find the treasure first, time is running out, this kid is really blessed, not only can he help me survive the thunder tribulation, but also give me an extraordinary treasure, and it is not a pie in the sky.

The old dryad directly separated a few branches from himself and tied the young man in front of him, "Tell me quickly, do you have any treasures on you."

Where was Ye Luo questioned by a 10,000-year-old tree so closely, looked at the face in front of him, and shook his head.

What treasures can he have as a poor boy, if there were treasures, he would have bought them a long time ago, to appease his stomach, who is so stupid, keep the treasures and go hungry.

"I warn you, if you don't get the treasure today, I'll kill you. Do you see, the black clouds gathered overhead, and when there will be a thunderbolt falling, you can't take out the treasure, so let the thunder split you. If you can bring out the treasure, I can let you go home." It is said that although this old tree demon is strong in cultivation, it has no divine power, and the different cultivation is different from the monk, and the different cultivation is just a simple cultivation of spiritual power and physique, and the strength of oneself is improved. However, monks are not, ten thousand laws converge, there are thousands of cultivation paths, there are spiritual power and divine sense, each has its own strengths, even if it is mainly spiritual power, divine consciousness power is also an auxiliary means. However, because of their own reasons, the cultivator has no potential to cultivate the divine consciousness, so in the tens of millions of years of development, the divine consciousness can no longer be found in the body of the alien cultivator.

When the young man heard this, he glanced at the old dryad and wiped the tears from the corners of his mouth. "I don't have a home anymore, and I don't have any treasures. If you don't believe me, kill me."

I don't know what will happen to Ye Luo, whether the old dryad can survive the catastrophe, and see next time.