The vision after the thunderstorm varies from person to person.

Some people are just short-lived, and a few trumpet flowers are perfunctory. Some are full of flowers, and you can almost smell the fragrance of flowers. In addition to the beautiful flowers, it is also possible to appear a forest, lush and full of life.

Those are all visions of nuns.

Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, and people are also divided into yin and yang, and the visions of male cultivators usually appear in the form of animals. The powerful will appear with ancient beasts, such as dragons or Suzaku. The weak ones may just be a puppy walking around the sky.

As for the evil cultivators, I'm afraid there are only bursts of black smoke billowing out, and no one knows if there is a vision behind the black smoke.

Vision is related to gender, spiritual roots, cultivation, mindfulness, and the exercises practiced, so no one knows what will happen in the end.

The monk's vision did not disappoint everyone, and the head peeking out of the rainbow was a majestic dragon, but it was all dark. If it weren't for the horns on its head and five claws sticking out, I'm afraid everyone would have mistaken it for a giant black loach.

The dragon and phoenix vision is extremely rare, as long as there is a real dragon and phoenix among people, the color is also very beautiful. Dragons are usually golden or red. As for the phoenix, it is even more beautiful, colorful and drags a dazzling long tail.

The big black loach had never heard of it, but it was only amazed for a moment, and it didn't dare to waste any more time staring.

The biggest benefit of the Thunder Tribulation is here, after it is completed, there will be a process of communicating with heaven and earth.

Everyone hurriedly closed their eyes and immersed themselves in the harmony between the human and the heavenly dao brought by the vision.

The person concerned gets the most, and everyone else can get some light.

The monks who could be dispatched came out and gathered around the minefield, meditating with their eyes closed, feeling the soothing sound of the spring sun. The wounds that had been painful in the past are recovering, and all kinds of confusion in my heart have become calmed down by the pain.

The monk lay silently on the back of the sky, although he didn't know why, but he felt that the black loach in the sky seemed to build a wordless bridge for him. This is a very subtle communication, like a mother's comfort to her child.

Invisible light shone on his battered body.

The charred black body of the flesh and blood is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, piecing together the appearance of a real human being. There were no more scars on his skin, and his lost hair grew back and scattered all around his body.

The black and shiny hair, but because there are some silver threads mixed between the temples, it shows some vicissitudes of time.

The black dragon vision lasted for two pillars of incense, and then it slowly became fainter and fainter, and gradually disappeared again. The sky disappeared without a trace, and the sky was silent after a tumultuous night, like a snowy winter night, so quiet that you could hear the slight sound of a needle falling to the ground.

The Monk of the Great White Bird was clearly lying comfortably and did not move, even though he knew about the previous communication with the vision and the end, he did not want to move for half a minute.

His eyes were wide open, fixed on the blue sky, and then he turned his head to look at the sun slightly to the west.

The dazzling sunlight made him squint a pair of amorous eyes.

There's the sky, there's the sun, there's people, and there's a bird. Even if you are half killed by lightning as soon as you come out, it is worth it to be able to see these outside scenery.

Even if he is lying down, he can be seen that he is tall and broad, and he is afraid that he will be a head taller than ordinary people when he stands up, except that his nose is tall and straight, and he looks stubborn, but his face is very beautiful. If it weren't for the uninhibited momentum on his body, it would have mistaken people for a big girl.

Where can there be such a rough girl, so it is impossible to really misunderstand.

The sky under his body was very impatient at this time.

Although you have forged your lower body through your thunderstorm, you can't plan to rely on it for hundreds of years. It's really bold, even the backs of the seniors dare to climb up, and they lie down so happily, don't get out!

He snorted and said, "Boy above, when are you going to lie down, do you have to wait until the New Year to leave?" ”

"Who's talking?" The Monk sat up, his head looking around nimbly. I heard the sound definitely coming from the side, but I couldn't see half a figure. Could it be that there are still invisible people in the outside world, he was very surprised.

The two men who helped to block the mine were still far away, so naturally they were not the two of them.

Changkong was suddenly confused, whether this person was pretending to be confused or really didn't know if he was a great demon cultivator. It's all Yuan Infant Monk, this simple spiritual observation will always be.

He was about to shake the monk off, but suddenly the man stood up, flew to his wings, and then bent his knees and crouched down.

Changkong twisted the big bird's head and looked at the monk of the catastrophe, thinking that looking at this posture, this person was going to jump off the wings, but was it so troublesome, just fly away.

Because he borrowed someone else's thunder to forge his body bones, Changkong rarely had a tolerance that he didn't usually have, and waited quietly for him to get out of the way immediately.

He never expected that the crouching monk suddenly tugged at the huge feather on his wings and pulled it vigorously.

"The junior is rude!"

The sky shook with all his strength, his wings trembled, and the man flew a few miles away. But because of the strength of the monk's hands, and he has always held on to that feather.

Changkong seemed to be doing him a favor now, and he was dragged off a big feather by this person.

After turning into a human form, Changkong was simply furious, and the green tendons on his head jumped several times.

He raised his sleeves and looked at it, and a small gap appeared in the otherwise flawless white shirt. This dazzling white gown was made of feathers, and pulling out one of the feathers that was almost the longest on the wings made small holes in the gown.

This is plucking the feathers on the tiger's head, and the roc plucking feathers on the body, I have never seen such a bold person.

The monk who covered a part of his body with a feather was stunned, and his whole mind was confused, why did the bird become a human?

It's just a feather, why is there such a big fire? It won't hurt worse than being struck by lightning, and besides, he's naked, so he can't be covered without a cover!

At this moment, Zuo Mowei and Zhao Jinglong also absorbed the benefits of the vision to their hearts, and galloped from different directions, bowing to the sky in unison.

"Senior Changkong is polite!"

"It's still you two juniors who are sensible, I came over to help block the thunderstorm, and I was actually plucked out of a feather by that person." The long air makes the teeth itch.

As he spoke, he turned his head and shouted at the sluggish monk in the distance, "What is your name, boy, from that ravine, call you!" Don't look around, feel like roll over to me, return the feathers. ”

The monk held the big feather in one hand to block his body, turned his head to show a big tooth and smiled, and roared back in an extremely loud voice: "My name is Dugu Pocheng, I'll roll over immediately!" (To be continued.) )