Thousands of thunder tribulations fell in unison, like a thunder pool pouring down, completely submerging the use of force. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tens of thousands of arm-thick lightning bolts exploded wildly around the deployment of force, dazzling the already bright sky with dazzling eyes.

In an instant, the sky collapsed, the space distorted, and it was like the end of the world, and countless boulders and sand were blown away. Revealing terrifying pits, the whole land was scorched black. It makes people completely hopeless, and there is no trace of desire to survive.

In the midst of thousands of thunderstorms, he naturally suffered the heaviest and suffered the most. In an instant, it was completely swallowed by lightning and completely disappeared.

If no miracle happens, I'm afraid anyone will feel that the use of force to cross the catastrophe has failed.

However, people never dreamed that a miracle really happened to Bu Wuwu, and there were people who witnessed it.

"The young master's eyes are so amazing!"

Meng Zi'er was already desperate, and she also thought that it was auspicious to use force. However, when he saw that in the storming lightning, Bu Wuwu was still sitting quietly unscathed, especially the mysterious golden eyes, and the entire small mouth was open into an 'O' shape.

It was a pair of eyes that Meng Zi'er had never seen before, beyond ordinary people. There was a golden glow, and both the eyelids and pupils turned golden. The golden characters emerge from the golden eyes, which makes people look at such magic and mystery.

As a martial artist, Meng Zi'er had naturally heard of some powerful and highly talented cultivators who were able to change their physical bodies, enhance their physique, and refine their muscles and bones when they broke through.

But this is the first time I have seen that a cultivator can change his eyes, which is a miraculous skill.

And the miracle was not over yet, turning into golden eyes, and those floating ancient characters were like elves, suddenly flying out of the eye sockets and landing on the flesh of Bu Wuwu.

It is like golden scales, more like wisps of gold, covering the whole body of Bu Wuwu, and winding them layer by layer. In an instant, Bu Dongwu was wrapped into a golden silkworm cocoon. It's just that this silkworm cocoon is imprinted with ancient Chinese characters.

As for those earth-destroying thunderbolts, when they hit the cocoon, they were like stones sinking into the sea, completely losing their power.

"Break the cocoon and turn into a butterfly, and be reborn from the fire!"

Meng Zi'er stood in the distance, and saw that under the thunder sea the size of the entire football field, there was only a golden silkworm cocoon wrapped in cloth martial arts, floating with mysterious words, indestructible.

However, seeing Bu Wuwu wrapped in a golden cocoon, Meng Zi'er's originally desperate face once again showed anticipation and hope.

Meng Zi'er is also a cultivator, so she has naturally heard many legends, including the legend about the cultivator incarnating into a silkworm cocoon.

It is said that some saints, supreme powerhouses, when they visit the realm of enlightenment or are on the verge of falling, will use supreme magic to seal themselves, and their static lives will disappear, turning into a silkworm cocoon, isolated from the world. The purpose is to restore the real body in a few decades, or a hundred years, and break out of the cocoon again, beyond the past.

But all the cultivators who can turn themselves into cocoons and seal them are all geniuses and great figures who shake the past and the present.

At this moment, Meng Zi'er witnessed Bu Wuwu also turn into a golden cocoon, and she had to think of these.

"What kind of treasure is that bronze coin? It is not afraid of the shock of the Divine Bell at all!"

It wasn't just this that surprised Meng Zi'er, but also the bronze ancient coin that flew out of the cloth martial arts robe.

The bronze coin glowed with a faint green light, and although it was only the size of a palm, and it was extremely inconspicuous in the dazzling golden light, it could not be concealed.

At this moment, the bronze ancient coin is suspended on Bu Wuwu's forehead, and on the side is the sage's supreme treasure 'language clock'. However, the bronze ancient coin was not afraid of the breath of the divine bell at all, and confronted it in parallel, quietly blooming with green light, and falling on Bu Wuwu's body.

In this way, time gradually faded, the thunderclouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the thunderstorm slowly disappeared. All that remains in the picture is Bu Dongwu, which has been transformed into a golden cocoon, and the floating bronze coins and divine bells.

"The young master will definitely be fine, Meng'er believes in the young master!"

In this case, Meng Zi'er knew that she couldn't help Bu Wuwu do anything. All this depends on Bu's own creation, and I can only pray for it in my heart.

The thunder tribulation has disappeared, and Meng Zi'er obediently walked to the side of the golden cocoon, and she could no longer see the body of Bu Wuwu, and she completely became a cocoon person.

He said softly: "Young Master, whether it is half a year, or a year, or even ten years...... Dreams will wait for you to break out of the cocoon, wait for you to wake up......"

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Three days later, Ru Qingfeng returned to Confucianism after the Tianwu Academy's massacre, and came to visit Bu Wuwu as soon as possible.

"Dream girl, you said that the little junior brother is in this golden cocoon?" When he learned from Meng Zi'er's mouth about the current situation of Bu Wuwu, even Ru Qingfeng showed a little shock and surprise.

"The breath has not disappeared, and the little junior brother has not fallen!"

Ru Qingfeng put one hand on the golden cocoon, felt the breath of Bu Wuwu, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this breath is intermittent and extremely fragile, like a candle in a strong wind, it can be extinguished at any time, but the breath has never been completely broken.

In the end, Ru Qingfeng also stayed, protecting Bu with force. The breath is not broken, life does not stop, Meng Zi'er and Ru Qingfeng are looking forward to the moment when Bu is reborn from the fire.

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In the golden cocoon, the seriously injured body, overloaded with the eight-character mantra, Bu Wuwu finally couldn't support it, fell into a deep sleep, and didn't know his state at the moment, as well as the situation outside.

"Bu Wu, don't sleep, the teacher is here!"

The body is sealed, and even the mind falls into a coma, and it is very easy to hallucinate. Suddenly, Bu Wuwu felt someone gently push his arm, calling him.

"Huh, what is this place?"

Opening his tired eyes, Bu Dongwu glanced around with a little difficulty, but found himself in a strange space that he had never seen before.

It was a boxy classroom, neatly filled with desks and chairs, with books and seats. The people are about sixteen years old with Bu Wuwu, full of juvenile atmosphere.

But they all wore uniform clothes, the men had uniform flat heads, the women had no more than shoulder hair, men and women sat mixed, and there was a book spread out in front of them.

At the front of the classroom, there was a podium, and a middle-aged woman was standing, with eight words hanging above it. The words are not the same as the Dongxuan world where Bu Wuwu is located, but Bu Wuwu doesn't know why he recognizes it.

It is the words 'study hard and make progress every day'.

"What the hell is this place?"

I was still a little confused before, but when I saw the scene in front of me clearly, Bu Dongwu suddenly became excited, his eyes were straight, not to mention his body, but the cells of his whole body were instantly awake.

"Bu Wuwu, you go to class and sleep, and give the teacher a punishment station!"

However, just before Bu Wuwu understood what the place was in front of him. The middle-aged woman on the podium had already walked in front of Bu Wuwu with a fierce face on her face.

Syllable!

snapped, slammed the table, spit droplets directly, and scolded Bu to go out to punish the station.

"This ...... You...... I ......"

In this way, before Bu Dongwu could figure out what was going on, let alone understand what place this was, he was invited outside the classroom by a middle-aged woman, leaving a stunned face.

Bu Wuwu, who was asked to punish the station, exclaimed again at the moment when he pushed open the door: "Bronze Ancient Coins!"

In an instant, Bu Dongwu's face changed again, his expression was wonderful, and he saw that outside the classroom, the bronze ancient coin that he was familiar with was floating quietly in the air......