Cong Ye didn't know how he survived the next seven thunder tribulations, and when he reached the ninth realm, Cong Ye only felt as light as nothing, and his body became extremely large, like a floating cloud blown away by a hurricane, and in an instant, even a little bit dissipated into the jungle trees around him, as well as the dirt, sand and stones.

"Ke * Le* Yan * Love * Shou * Fa ()" [Fengyun Novel Reading Network Baoly] Then, Cong Ye not only could not feel the existence of his body, but found that he seemed to have become a small grass, a grain of sand, a drop of water, a leaf, or a big tree.

When the nine tribulations passed, Yan Jing was the first to step on the flying sword and rush over.

Fang Mingxin was worried about his daughter, so he naturally chased after him and came to the place where Cong Ye crossed the catastrophe.

Yan Wendao came slowly surrounded by many guests and disciples in the door.

It's just that when I came to the scene, I found that my daughter Yan Jing was crying in her eyes, lying in the arms of her mother Fang Mingxin and sobbing.

Yan Wendao was shocked in his heart, could it be that the young man Cong Ye had died under the thunderstorm not only him, but also the people around him looked around, even if they opened their divine sense, they did not find the slightest trace of the robber.

If the raiders were gone, no one would believe them.

From the beginning to the end, no eyes were taken off the area.

If the low-level disciples in the Xuanyin Sect didn't see it, how could so many great cultivators not see the Tribulator leaving, but if it was said that the Tribulator had died under the Tribulation Thunder, it didn't seem right.

Because from the scene, there was no trace that the monk was killed by the thunder.

"Jing'er, don't cry yet. Maybe the bush leaves aren't dead yet. ”

"Daddy"

Hearing Yan Wendao's voice, Yan Jing hurriedly lifted a delicate cheek like pear blossoms and rain from her mother Fang Mingxin's arms, and looked at Yan Wendao with eyes full of doubts and expectations.

"Jing'er, Mingxin, take a closer look, or say for yourself, there is no trace of death here, but it is full of the smell of vitality."

It was difficult for Yan Jing to understand the meaning of her father Yan Wendao's words, but Fang Mingxin could understand it.

Sure enough, he closed his eyes slightly, muttered for a while, and then lowered his head and said to his daughter who was still in tears: "Jing'er, what Daddy said is right, my mother was also a little anxious just now." Now that you have a closer look, you can see that this is indeed the case. In other words, there was no accident in the clump leaves. ”

"But where did he go?"

Not only Fang Mingxin couldn't explain it, but even Yan Wendao couldn't explain it, and all the great cultivators on the scene couldn't explain the scene they saw.

"Jing'er, why don't we go back first, maybe the leaves will appear in a few days."

Although Yan Jing did not say anything against it, it was easy to see her daughter's intentions from her face.

"Okay, or Jing'er will stay here for the time being and observe for two days."

In the end, Yan Wendao still compromised.

I saw that when he raised his hand, a new cave had appeared in the original cultivation earth cliff of Cong Ye.

"Jing'er, my mother is with you."

Fang Mingxin didn't want his daughter to stay here alone.

Although she didn't object to her daughter being with Cong Ye, as for letting the two become Taoist couples, Fang Mingxin really hadn't thought about it.

Moreover, Fang Mingxin was also worried that his daughter was only a peak cultivator in the Peiyuan period, and if she stayed here and met a high-level monk, if she had bad intentions, even if she was not far from the mountain gate, it would be difficult to rescue her in time.

Seeing that the mother and daughter raised their feet and entered the cave that they had just dug with their strongest force, Yan Wendao unfolded his divine sense and looked around, but after still gaining nothing, he turned around and led everyone back to the mountain gate of the Xuanyin Sect.

"What the boss just said is true, it is true that there is not the slightest breath of death at the scene, but there is a smell of rebirth and prosperity. It's just that the old decay can be regarded as having cultivated for tens of thousands of years, and this is the first time I've seen such a thing. What happened to the young man's bush under the thunder?"

Elder Cui's question made Yan Wendao suddenly remember something, but he didn't dare to say it.

No, another Elder Jia of the Xuanyin Sect instead said what Yan Wendao didn't dare to say.

"The situation just now is very similar to the rumored situation when the gods cultivated the tribulation."

"What, Divine Cultivation"

Elder Cui was suddenly startled when he heard this.

"Divine cultivation has long ceased to exist for hundreds of millions of years, or even longer, and rumors are just rumors."

Yan Wendao said an ambiguous word, and then he didn't say anything more.

However, in Yan Wendao's heart, he still agreed with Elder Jia's statement, although the Divine Domain suddenly disappeared and the Divine Cultivation also disappeared from the universe inexplicably, some rumors about the Divine Cultivation still circulated.

For example, every tribulation of divine cultivation is a process of re-creation of the divine body.

In other words, the Divine Cultivators did not condense the True Qi in the meridian dantian like their immortal cultivators, but dispersed it in the skeletal muscles.

The difference between the two is that the immortal cultivator is the meridian dantian that is cultivated, while the divine cultivator is the divine body that is cultivated.

Staying at the scene of the Congye Crossing Robbery, Yan Wendao dug out the cave mansion, Yan Jing had no intention of cultivating at all, and always paid attention to the bits and pieces outside the cave mansion, even if a wisp of breeze blew, the slight sound would make her involuntarily rush out to search and check.

Soon, after nightfall, Yan Jing finally discovered the abnormality.

"Mother, it's not autumn, how can there be fireflies?"

Seeing the light spots flickering outside the cave, Yan Jing, who mistook it for fireflies, couldn't help but come outside the cave again, and suddenly, Yan Jing subconsciously exclaimed: "Where are so many fireflies?"

When Fang Mingxin heard this, he immediately left the cave and walked out, and at a glance, sure enough, there were flashing points of light everywhere all over the mountains, and if you looked closely, they were all some colorful points of light.

Fang Mingxin, who seemed to understand something, immediately pulled his daughter Yan Jing's arm and whispered: "Jing'er, don't be loud, if my mother's guess is right, these are not fireflies, but the colorful points of light that make up the body of the bush leaves." ”

"Mother"

How could this be in Yan Jing's cognition, how could a person's body be made of colorful points of light Fang Mingxin also thought of some legends about divine cultivation.

It's just that she wasn't sure if she wanted to tell her daughter.

After hesitating for a while, he said to Yan Jing in the way of sound transmission: "Jing'er, the scene you saw today can't be told to anyone anyway, remember?"

Mother actually stood beside her and spoke in a voice, and Yan Jing suddenly felt the severity of the situation.

"Jing'er, go back to the cave and listen to my mother tell you carefully."

Yan Jing obediently followed behind Fang Mingxin, returned to the cave mansion, sat beside her mother, raised her face, and prepared to listen to her mother's explanation.

I don't want to, at this moment, my father's voice came to my mind again: "Jing'er, Mingxin, I'm going to close this area, will you go back to the mountain gate now?"

Yan Jing replied without thinking: "Dad, we won't go back for the time being." ”

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