Chapter 47: A Thousand Years of Sword
As the saying goes, you can't be too full.
After resisting the third thunderstorm, Chishui's previous self-confidence was half gone.
If nothing else, the degree of physical weakness is not ideal.
It stands to reason that as long as others have suffered the first two thunderstorms, they should be able to have nearly thirty percent of the effect, but she has only increased by thirty percent after suffering three thunderbolts.
Could it be that she is different from everyone else?
Or is it that monks are also particular about turning into emptiness? Do you have to have a late raid to unlock the later ones?
But these two purple fire thunders, except for the difference in strength, there is no difference?
If it's just intensity......
Chishui looked up and looked into the distance, did she still have to resist the fourth thunderstorm?
No, no, no, she immediately shook her head again, this is not a joke, her body is almost at the limit now, and if she takes another one, she will definitely play with fire and set herself on fire!
Still don't die!
But if it's not hard resistance......
She looked around, thinking back to the geomorphological features of the garden before, and she also saw that these rock-like objects should be used by her predecessors to protect the garden, and she didn't know what the strength of these rock-like objects was?
It should be fine.
It's just that she thinks that there are countless little lives down there, and she still wants to stay away from here.
At the same time, she also knew that she had caused trouble for her seniors again!
Although she used to comfort herself that she didn't have to worry about having too many debts, and that she was troublesome to her predecessors, but her face was really not so thick, okay?
Thinking that the seniors were implicated by her as soon as they met, not to mention, and then they cleaned up the mess for her many times?
She was even more determined that she would never take revenge, and she would never listen to the fool of the firmament to steal any purple jade compass.
While she was thinking, she was already struggling to get up, and when she saw the small umbrella and shawl next to her, she only struggled for a breath, and then put the shawl away, and the small umbrella hesitated for a moment, and put it in the back of her head.
She hopes that she will return it to her seniors when the time comes.
But what if it does??
Let's just prevent it from happening, right?
Sure enough, her skin is getting thicker and thicker!
While tangled, he honestly accepted it, and then jumped into the sky in one step.
Looking up from here, it's closer to the clouds!
She adjusted her distance, although the purple fire itself does not incinerate foreign objects, but don't forget that there is also a thunder word.
Moreover, when she was fighting against the thunderstorm, her spiritual energy exploded, and the creatures around her would definitely suffer.
Without further ado, the fourth thunder came.
She quickly caught the trajectory of the thunderstorm, and because of the relationship with the Fire Spirit Bead, she first threw a flame thunder technique to dissipate part of its power.
Then she kept preparing her most proficient Five Elements Imprisonment Dafa.
As the most original secret technique of the "Introducing Immortals" to transform the void period, Chishui can be said to be handy.
It is said that the imprisoning Dafa can be attacked and defended, and she is now giving up the defensive position and turning all to the offensive.
Although it may be a little weaker than other attack secret techniques, its five elements can be absorbed and transformed, and it can be said that it is much more than rolling other in terms of staying power.
It's just a little slower in the upswing.
But this can be compensated for by the sensitive pinching action and the control of spiritual power, and it is not a big deal.
Facheng.
Around her, an intricate circular spiritual composition was completely linked.
At this moment, the thunderstorm had arrived.
She is not motionless in the air, and she is constantly changing positions as she manipulates the mystic.
It's not a void breaker.
She's just a matter of habit.
After two-thirds of the thunder was consumed, she tried to accept the remaining part, and at the same time, the imprisoning Dafa turned from offense to defense.
Useful!
Sure enough, as the strength increases, so does the effect on the body.
In the city under the altar.
Many city-dwellers were also watching, most of them were monks passing by for temporary residence, and naturally they wanted to watch when the monks crossed the catastrophe.
It's just that the city lord of this city is not close to the people enough, extremely mysterious, the spiritual platform is hanging high, and there is no way to climb, and strangers are not welcome, they have no choice but to press their minds and look into the air.
In the distance, I saw a woman in the crossing, and there were already many monks speculating about the relationship between this woman and the city lord.
When I saw that the woman actually forcibly received the third thunder, it was already a bang.
When it came to the fourth tribulation, they only felt that the woman was not in a hurry in the face of the thunderstorm, and dealt with it in an orderly manner.
As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.
The woman advanced and retreated in a certain way, but the thunder that others feared seemed to her to be rounded and pinched as if she was playing.
Many people rubbed their eyes suspiciously, wondering if they hadn't woken up from a dream.
Otherwise, how could you see such an incredible thing?
Of course, more people wanted to observe and learn the way to cross the catastrophe, and their eyes were full of hunger and thirst, and they felt that the woman's every move had a deep meaning, and they wanted to write it down without blinking.
When the woman had almost exhausted the fourth thunderbolt and swallowed it in one gulp, everyone was silent!
They begin to doubt life!
Is that why the woman is so strong?
Did they do it the wrong way in the first place? But for many people, it's not possible at all, is it?
But what is happening in front of you is a fact!
There are quite a few people who are deep in thought.
Chishui guessed correctly, in fact, Baili was on the edge of the Lingtai console, and he didn't go far.
Of course, he also saw Chisui's movements, but he was not as surprised as others.
He always knew that this woman was stubborn.
It's not the anti-bones or meaningless self-esteem that is manifested on the outside, nor is it the naïve little girl who opposes only for the sake of opposition, her stubbornness is more reflected in her bones.
She seems to have a lot of competition with herself.
It's like this catastrophe.
To outsiders, she seems to be very easy to deal with, but only she knows the hardships.
Because her every move is precisely calculated, and every response is constantly corrected and changed.
Under the high concentration of energy, her eyebrows began to ache faintly.
Next is the most important thing.
Night has fallen.
However, the onlookers were reluctant to leave.
Some even brought their own juniors and chose a location far enough away and unaffected to watch quietly.
And in the eyes of those young children, the clouds were no longer so terrible in the night.
On the contrary, it was the colorful brilliance of the fierce collision of spiritual energy when Chishui manipulated the secret technique and the clash of clouds, just like a large-scale fireworks, which constantly bloomed and attracted their attention.
The fifth thunderbolt fell.
Chishui consciously enlarged the range of spiritual power invoked between heaven and earth.
If this catastrophe is a catastrophe for other monks, then in the eyes of the elite monks, it is a ladder of promotion and an obstacle that must be overcome, and it is in the eyes of Chishui......
If you think of the Heavenly Tribulation as a staged exam.
Those who are usually lazy and do not study seriously are naturally afraid of it like tigers, and those who work hard will naturally be confident.
And if a person like Chishui doesn't know how many exams he has experienced, he already has a strong heart that has been tempered for thousands of years.
Although in the first few times, because I couldn't figure out the situation, I got too little information, so I suffered a lot of losses during the catastrophe.
But this was her fifth time.
What does a good student look like?
Chishui believes that a good student should not only be able to pass the exam easily, but also analyze the questioner's thoughts, preferences, goals, and even other things from a simple exam paper.
Because she knew that the body refining cultivator would have an advantage in the tribulation, she kept looking for the body refining technique, and finally chose the most clumsy and painful Danhuo quenching technique recommended by Xiao Bai.
Because life is short, she never dares to waste a minute or a second, a day, a year, a hundred years, a thousand years, thousands of years, every day.
Because human life is low, she has tried her best to enhance her strength, why is her secret art so proficient? It's all the result of a lot of speculation and practice in private.
Because there is a spirit in heaven, she never dared to be lucky, and she has always been self-disciplined and restrained her many desires, not having evil thoughts, not contaminating cause and effect at will, and she is still alone......
Because......
All of this is like the homework done by a good student.
And this catastrophe is just a tool to check and accept her homework.
As the saying goes, ten years to sharpen a sword, once to test the edge, and she is obsessed with this sword that has been sharpened for thousands of years, what is there to fear?
Chishui devoured the fifth thunderstorm several times, ignoring the warnings issued by his body that he had reached the limit, and only looked up at the sky.
If this world is really built by one man, as the legend says.
That's like Lingxi reconstructing and perfecting the Heavenly Dao, there will always be some personal things, so what do you want to say about the Heavenly Dao of this world?
Do you want to solve the mystery of my coming into this world?
Maybe I really just wanted to survive at the beginning of my cultivation, but as I got closer and closer to you, although I could only see a trace clearly, I was still sure that all the doubts in my heart would eventually be answered by you.
So, come on!
Xu sensed the thought in Chishui's heart, and the sixth thunderbolt fell.
It was still thicker than all the previous thunderbolts combined, not like a thunderstorm, but more like a huge purple fireball.
Yes, all the electric light and purple fire of the entire cloud of calamity were intertwined into a ball and smashed down.
Yes???
What is that?
The onlookers were stunned, as if the ball was going to hit them, and reflexively ran backwards, and some of them crashed into each other in a panic......
Only Chishui, holding a thousand-year-old sword in his heart, awe-inspiring and fearless.
Seeing that the purple fireball was about to drown her, Chi Shui had already prepared, and drew his hands into the air.
This time, she didn't hold back, and her consciousness spread.
Expanding and expanding......
The monks who had fled were stunned to find that they had run so far that they were still within the woman's consciousness.
How strong is that woman's divine sense?
Seeing that within the scope of his divine consciousness, all the five elements aura was activated in an instant, and they rushed towards Chishui.
At the moment when the two sides were fighting, the small paper umbrella on Chishui's head came out without an order.
Stretch it out, grow bigger, and block it above the red water like a paper umbrella.
The huge purple fireball slammed into the umbrella, but it didn't cause the paper umbrella to shake in the slightest.
On the contrary, the huge purple fireball seemed to have been divided and combed, rushing down the folds of the paper umbrella, enveloping Chishui and the Imprisoned Great Law Array.
Like a big purple cocoon.
The paper umbrella seemed to have run out of energy, turning into white light and disappearing.
It's another day, and the morning light is faint.
The clouds have long since dispersed.
The purple fire on the surface of the cocoon had completely disappeared, leaving only an opaque cocoon that seemed to be a ball of spiritual power.
The monks watching from afar were all unknown.
Baili was silent and dragged the big cocoon to the altar and locked the onlookers outside.
Immediately staring at the spiritual power ball, his head hurt a little again, and there seemed to be thousands of reprimands in his chest, but at this time, he was blocked, and finally only shook his head and scolded: "What nonsense!" ”