Rumble!

There are a total of 7749 Dao of the Little Heavenly Tribulation, and now it has been split for three full months, and a total of 48 Dao has been split.

The little flower in Xie Zhenghong's hand opened and opened, opened and thanked, and now it is the ninth time.

But Xie Zhenghong knew that no matter what, this flower could not bloom for the tenth time.

That strange feeling gradually faded from Xie Zhenghong's heart, and he didn't even have time to experience it for a while, and then disappeared with this Dao Heavenly Thunder, but he could no longer enter that mysterious realm.

Xie Zhenghong is not greedy, and being able to get such an opportunity is already a great creation.

He even felt that the Great Sun Divine Palm he had used in that state of mind was far more powerful than the current one. In other words, that's where he's headed. It is more useful to light a lamp for a monk than to tell him how to walk the way. At least for Xie Zhenghong, that's exactly the case.

I don't know if my predecessors are also looking at me at this moment?

When Xie Zhenghong was quietly waiting for the last heavenly tribulation to come down, such a thought suddenly came to his heart.

Wen Chunxiang, who was tied up in the mountain behind the Inzhen Temple, did not feel very good at the moment.

Hell, what kind of contract did you sign with the little monk in the first place?

Wen Chunxiang heard the rumbling sound in his ears, and the whole person was a little bad.

He's a seriously injured patient now, okay, the distractions are almost unable to maintain his human form, he just wants to go back to his body and have a good rest? But just a few months ago, the sound of thunder began to come from his ears one after another.

A thud woke him from his sleep. There was another thud, almost intending to pana.

Boom, boom, boom, uninterrupted, one after another, I can't get a good rest.

Wen Chunxiang was not stupid, on the contrary, he was quite smart, and at this moment, he naturally thought of the little monk.

After all, before the little monk left, he was about to break the pill into a baby and cross the catastrophe.

What he never expected was that he and the little monk were separated by a world, and they could still be affected by the hellish contract and hear a huge roar in their ears. It's impossible to block it!

Knowing that this was the case, he might as well show it......

Cease.

Even so, it was impossible for him to stay by the little monk's side all the time.

How could the little monk discover the secret he had hidden for many years?

On this day, the thunder has already split forty-eight ways, and only the last one is missing. Wen Chunxiang doesn't have a good impression of things like Tianlei, and several unlucky accidents in his life are inseparable from this damn Tianlei. Although he was a little surprised that the little monk had to experience such a catastrophe when he became a baby, but thinking of the benefits that the little monk could get in this tribulation, Wen Chunxiang was not worried.

The advantage of choosing the little monk as the contractor is that he doesn't have to worry that the little monk will die under the heavenly tribulation.

The golden light of merit on the little monk's body is almost thick with oil, and he is also the reincarnation of the power of the Buddha realm, if he is killed by the heavenly calamity, it will really be laughing and generous.

That being said, but...... Wen Chunxiang still has a faint worry in his heart now.

What if, what if the little monk is not lucky enough?

No one can guarantee this kind of thing!

This last heavenly thunder is not comparable to the previous heavenly thunder. If the little monk didn't give up half his life, he wouldn't be able to resist at all. Besides, how long has the little monk been polished in the Jindan period, can his body keep up?

Wen Chunxiang fell into bitter thoughts, trying to forget some bad thoughts in his head.

It's just that the more I want to forget, the more I care about it.

Could it be, really I forced him too hard.

Three years of broken pills into infants, this request will scare a bunch of people to death.

Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling sound in Wen Chunxiang's ears again, which almost made his whole person a little bad.

The onlooker monk of the small world of the Scripture almost subconsciously flew away from the original area, running as far as he could, lest he be accidentally chopped by this last heavenly thunder as a helper.

This is no joke.

This last thunder has been brewing for so long, and it is really not something that these little shrimps can bear.

Xie Zhenghong looked up at the sky and saw that the dark clouds had begun to disperse, and the faint golden light was also thin and almost transparent. In that transparent film, a purple-black heavenly thunder quickly dyed it black, and then, mixed with the momentum of thunder, slashed at Xie Zhenghong.

The heavenly thunder enveloped Xie Zhenghong and this spiritual mountain with him, and the entire mountain peak was surrounded by shining lightning, looking from afar, it seemed to be a huge pillar of light connecting the sky and the earth.

The shadow in the pillar of light was so small that it was barely visible.

"This ...... Is this a catastrophe for a broken pill to become a baby? One of the Jindan monks muttered to himself, almost frightened.

No wonder so many Jindan monks died in the threshold of this broken pill into an infant, a hundred Jindan monks, at most only one or two Yuanying monks, the rest either died halfway, or died before this last step, and the achievement of Yuanying is still like this, so how many glorious monks have been buried by the word Ascension?

Fighting for one's life with the sky, you have to be prepared to go and never return every time.

I don't know how many onlookers Jindan monks left a shadow in their hearts, and they didn't dare to take the last step into Yuanying in their lives. They would rather use the huàn elixir and huàn magic weapon to prolong their life and find a way to survive the heavenly tribulation safely, rather than resist the heavenly thunder on their own.

Pei Yuyun looked at Xie Zhenghong in the distance in surprise, and the lazy temperament on his body was swept away.

Ok, good, good!

This is the model of my generation of monks!

This is the way of Buddhist cultivation that he yearns for.

Who said that Buddha cultivation can't go against the sky like Dharma cultivation, and what Dharma cultivation can do, Buddha cultivation can also do!

Xie Zhenghong was wrapped in this huge thunder, and the magic robe on his body had been broken off unconsciously. His body was filled with the smell of burning, and he didn't need to look to know that he must be a "fragrant" person now.

The heavenly thunder scorched his body, entered his eyebrows and dantian, and the entire sea of consciousness was whistling by the heavenly thunder, making a mess.

That golden pill was smashed open by this heavenly thunder, and it was almost shattered.

Xie Zhenghong can hardly feel his own pain, his life is almost gone, where does he care about pain? In comparison, mental anguish is more deadly.

Between the lightning and flint, Xie Zhenghong calmed down.

He tried his best to recall the mysterious realm before, which was a gift from the Heavenly Dao to him.

He has already reached the last step of becoming a baby, and naturally he can't retreat.

Out of the corner of Xie Zhenghong's eyes, he suddenly saw the string of beads on his hand.

No, it is no longer the appearance of a string of beads at this moment, but has become the yellowed parchment that Xie Zhenghong and Wen Chunxiang had when they first met. It's just that I don't know what kind of material this paper is, under such a strength of heavenly thunder, only the camouflage has been removed, but there is no damage in itself.

Presumably, even if the seniors are still here at the moment, they won't be hurt much.

Xie Zhenghong came out of his mind and couldn't help but want to smile.

This last thunderbolt lasted a bit long.

Some of the monks who were watching couldn't help but feel sorry for Xie Zhenghong.

With such a powerful heavenly thunder, can this half-Buddha true monarch survive?

No matter how powerful a monk is, he doesn't dare to say that he will be able to withstand the catastrophe.

What's more, this is such a powerful catastrophe?

"What's the hurry, it's not over yet." A lazy voice sounded, stopping the monks who were about to leave.

Who's that?

He had a magic weapon on his body that hid his cultivation, and he couldn't identify it.

However, being able to stand here with them and watch the Heavenly Tribulation can still move freely, and he must also be a monk above the Jindan stage.

"Why did this fellow Daoist say this?" A monk arched his hand and asked, "The thunder has lasted too long this day, and it is gradually showing signs of weakening, but the Half-Buddha True Monarch has not come out now, it is really ......."

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean he can't do it." The voice continued, "Look, what's that? ”

The monks looked in the direction the man was pointing, their eyes widening.

In the pillar of light, a figure actually appeared?

Is it Xie Zhenghong!

Pei Yuyun withdrew her hand and stopped talking.

He didn't want to say anything to these people, but he just felt that the Buddha cultivation that was as powerful as Xie Zhenghong, in this small world where Buddhism was the main thing, should be respected by everyone, such a powerful heavenly tribulation, even he felt that it was too incredible.

When Pei Yuyun was still a mortal, she had heard such a sentence.

The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first work their minds, muscles, bones, and hungry for their bodies.

The same is true for monks.

The pillars of light gradually dissipated, and the sky slowly returned to its original color.

The figure in the pillar of light became clearer and clearer, and finally it was clearly imprinted in the eyes of everyone.

It was a handsome monk wearing a superb robe.

His skin exuded a jade-like luster, mixed with a hint of purple-black, which was exactly the appearance of the Heavenly Thunder Quenching Body.

There was not a single hair or eyebrow left, and the whole person looked like an ice sculpture.

However, the momentum on his body is very powerful, and he can feel the pressure from such a distance.

Is this the Infant Monk?

Why can't this be a primordial monk!

"Congratulations to the real person."

Many monks hurriedly came back to their senses and congratulated Xie Zhenghong in the distance.

Obviously, Xie Zhenghong has successfully married a baby.

Xie Zhenghong waved his hand, signaling that they didn't have to be like this.

The purple mansion between Xie Zhenghong's eyebrows has been opened, and a white and tender little monk Xie Zhenghong, who looks like a miniature version, is staying quietly in the purple mansion, sitting silently, looking very cute.

Xie Zhenghong tried to restrain the aura on his body, so as not to hurt people too much.

The strength possessed by the Yuanying Monk is the difference between the sea and the small stream compared to the Jindan Monk.

Xie Zhenghong took a deep breath and gradually looked in the direction where Pei Yuyun was.

Under the envious, jealous and hateful eyes of everyone, Pei Yuyun obediently stepped forward and flew to Xie Zhenghong's side.

Xie Zhenghong smiled, and took Pei Yuyun to embark on the treasure ship that traveled through the world, came to the place where the small world of scripture and Tibet traveled, and walked towards the world of Dao Chunzhong.

Xie Zhenghong touched his already bare head, and couldn't help but feel a little secretly empty.

I wonder what kind of face the seniors will look like when they see him lose his hair?