Qianbei, a small village with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Shachen, Uncle Jiu, Ma Madi, Four-Eyed Daoren, Ren Tingting and others looked at the children playing in the courtyard, with gentle smiles on their faces.

"Ah Chen, sometimes I wonder if you have learned the iron plate god arithmetic, the calculation is really accurate, the Japanese are really going to fight Guangdong."

"Dust, is it safe for us to stay here?" Ma Ma asked with some concern.

"Don't worry, the Japanese won't be able to fight here."

Shachen smiled and comforted him, as early as 1934, he instructed Sha Teng to transfer the Shajia industry to the mainland, and the Maoshan industry focused on the development of Sichuan and Guizhou.

"It's good if you can't beat it, damn little devil, most of China is about to fall into their hands, and they don't know how to be satisfied, when will it be a head."

Talking about the current situation, Uncle Nine and their faces were gloomy and worried, Uncle Nine said: "We are not gods, it is impossible to support the building to collapse, everything depends on the army, we promise not to let demons and monsters cause trouble in all directions." ”

"By the way, Ah Chen, when will you break through the out-of-body realm?" Uncle Nine looked at Shachen and asked.

Sanddust's eyes narrowed, "The night after tomorrow." ”

Three years of penance, twelve zhang of the divine soul, the ninefold peak of the perfect Dao base qi training, the divine soul is ready to move, to break through the heavenly spirit out of the body, experience the wind disaster, if it is not for the dust intentionally suppressed, you can go out of the body a year ago.

Thinking that he was about to take the most critical step, Shachen couldn't help but get excited in his heart, but a trace of uneasiness always lingered in his heart.

"A Chen's breakthrough is a major event for the Maoshan faction, junior brothers, don't go anywhere these days, stay in the village to protect Ah Chen."

"Listen to Senior Brother."

"Ah Chen, how sure are you that you will survive the typhoon?" Aunt Sue asked.

Looking at Ren Tingting's nervous face, Shachen said confidently: "There is no ten, there are eighty or ninety." ”

"Eighty or ninety percent is not small, and Shi Jian only said fifty percent when he broke through."

"Ah Chen is taking the path of perfect Daoji, his soul is twelve zhang high, and his grasp is definitely greater than Shi Jian."

"The day after tomorrow, it's almost there, Ah Chen, do you want to inform Senior Brother Mao?" Uncle Nine asked.

Shachen groaned slightly, and said cautiously, "I'll send a message to the master in a while." ”

"In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, junior brothers, come with me to the wasteland behind the village to set up a formation." Uncle Nine said solemnly.

……

Soon, three days passed.

The sun sets, the night covers the earth, the sky is full of stars, and the wasteland behind the village is full of people, and the wide yellow runes are straddling overhead.

In the center is a yellow cloth gossip map, and the gossip map is surrounded by dense ink fountain lines, and eight futons are placed respectively.

The Ninth Uncle, Ma Madi, the Four-Eyed Daoist, the Thousand Crane Daoren, the Eighth Brother Wang, the Sue Gu, Luo Sang, and Ma Xiaohai all wore apricot yellow robes to protect the Dharma for the sand and dust.

There are also Zhang Daring, Xiao Yue, Ah Qiang and others patrolling the periphery to prevent the villagers from coming to disturb them, this kind of lineup, even a night tour mage can resist for a while.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Shachen kissed Ren Tingting's forehead, took a deep breath, his figure flashed, appeared on the gossip map in the formation, and sat down cross-legged.

"Ah Chen, Shi Jian once told me that the wind disaster will last for a quarter of an hour, during this time, the cultivator must abandon the distracting thoughts in his heart, absorb the moon **hua to repair the soul, no matter what happens, you must keep your mind." Uncle Nine admonished solemnly.

"I see."

"Ladies and gentlemen, return to your place."

"Don't you wait for Senior Brother Mao?"

"Senior Brother Mao hasn't arrived yet, it should be that there is something delayed on the road, this place is so remote, it is enough to have our Dharma protector, the key is Ah Chen himself." Uncle Nine said.

"Homecoming."

The eight of them sat cross-legged on the futon, their souls enveloping their surroundings, their eyes fixed on the dust, and it was also a great opportunity for them to be able to watch the cultivators break through the out-of-body realm.

"Let's get started."

Shachen finally glanced at Ren Tingting, slowly closed his eyes, and turned his heart to the sky, running the Cloud Palace Thunder God Determination Technique, and letting go of the suppression of the divine soul.

There are two kinds of out-of-body spirits: active and passive, active is the cultivator himself to drive the soul out of the body, passive is the practice of qi realm to break through the night travel realm by the rules of heaven and earth traction, not based on the will of the cultivator, the soul of the soul to break through the heavenly spirit, experience the baptism of the wind.

His cultivation realm is sufficient, and as soon as he runs the exercises, he enters the realm of forgetting things and me, and his soul is neither sad nor happy, as if he is asleep, not sleeping, and motionless.

A very strange power was generated in the Purple Mansion Divine Palace, as if a rocket booster was installed on the divine soul, only to hear a loud "boom", the twelve-zhang giant turned into a cyan pillar of light and rushed out from the heavenly spirit.

Shachen's whole body was glowing, and thunder and lightning swam around him, and a phantom figure emitting a dazzling blue light slowly floated above his head and drifted towards the night sky.

Out of the body, travel thousands of miles at night.

"The spirit is out!" Everyone was shocked, their eyes were different, and they realized that just when the sand and dust were out of the body, the rules of heaven and earth were revealed, and the avenue was pervasive, so that everyone had some understanding.

"Dust!"

Seeing that Shachen's eyes were closed, Uncle Nine slowly rose into the air, and hurriedly shouted to wake up his soul.

The spirit opened its eyes suddenly, and the void generated thunder and lightning out of thin air, and a terrifying coercion swept out in an instant.

"Fall."

With a majestic shout, the elevated massive divine soul quickly fell, suspended above the glowing flesh, and sat cross-legged.

"Is this the out-of-body realm?" Shachen was shocked in his heart, at this moment, he really felt that he had become an immortal and a god, and his powerful power filled his whole body, omnipotent.

The smell of the avenue was everywhere, and although it was faint, it was clearly felt by the sand.

"Blessings and misfortunes go hand in hand."

"The three disasters are calamities, but also opportunities."

Shachen's eyes flashed with enlightenment, abandoning the distracting thoughts in his heart, and carefully comprehending the mysteries of the Great Dao, and at this moment, the storm disaster came.

Without the slightest warning.

There are no hints.

Suddenly blowing out from the inside of the soul, instantly blowing all over the body, this wind is not the southeast and northwest wind, not the wind of the smoke Jinshuo, nor the wind of flowers, willows, pines and bamboos, cold and biting, like sharp needles, like a sharp knife, and like high-strength concentrated sulfuric acid, corroding the soul to a thousand holes, very terrifying.

"Storm Disaster!" Shachen felt a sharp pain, looked at the dense small holes all over his body, was taken aback, and hurriedly ran the exercises to absorb Yue**hua.

Suddenly, a change occurred.

A white light enveloped his soul and disappeared into the world.

……

January 27, 2018, 1:45 p.m., Kuncheng Yinghe Hot Spring Hotel Office No. 2 Finance Office on the second floor.

The mobile phone on the desk rang suddenly, and the person sleeping on the desk suddenly straightened up and looked at the other side in a daze.

As soon as he was excited, he came to his senses in an instant, and muttered in disbelief: "Am I not crossing the wind disaster?" How did it end up here? ”

The movie Skull Island is playing on the computer monitor on the desk, and next to it is a red thermos mug with a tiny scratch on the lid.

This cup was bought for him by his mother Wang Chunyan on his first day of work, and Shachen will never be mistaken.

Next to him is the desk of Wei Yunan, the general ledger accountant, which is always full of messy financial statements, and next to the black monitor is a white porcelain pen holder, on which is printed a puppy with a tongue sticking out, which is very cute.

The phone kept ringing, and Shachen suppressed the shock in his heart and picked up the phone, the model was Huawei P6, which was the mobile phone he used before the crossing, and slid the answer button.

"Xiaochen, remember to come back on the weekend, your cousin's classmates are also coming, I've seen the photos of this girl, she looks very beautiful......"

Listening to her mother Wang Chunyan's voice, the fat man was dumb, "Mom, I'm going to work, I'll talk about it when I get off work." ”

Hanging up the phone, Shachen looked sluggish, "I'm really back?" Everything the zombie Taoist has experienced is just a dream of mine?! ”

(End of chapter)