Since then, Miao Hua has gone to the cliff to retreat without hearing about the world, just because this is the biggest calamity since his cultivation, that is, the heart tribulation.

After the Mahayana, it is the tribulation, and only by breaking through the tribulation period can we break through all the mundane and truly ascend to the gods by people.

Looking at the entire immortal cultivation world, no one has been able to survive the final catastrophe for 10,000 years, most of them have died in half of the explosion, or they have stagnated for thousands of years, so this matter is destined to attract the attention of all major sects.

There are plans for the best and for the worst.

After the news spread that Miao Hua was going to break through the Tribulation Period, the entire Xiu Yuan World set their eyes on the Qingxu Gate, and they were all looking forward to it.

After all, Miao Hua is not an ordinary person, Miao Hua Immortal Venerable is the most powerful monk on the Xiuzhen Continent, and his talent is unrivaled.

If Miao Hua succeeds, it will be the pride and legend of the entire cultivation world, and it is also the driving force of the various sects, and everyone is looking forward to it.

However, Miao Hua had been at the mouth of the cliff for seven hundred and forty-nine days, and finally attracted the biggest calamity, ten heavenly thunders.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the edge emitted a light purple thunder light, Miao Hua sat cross-legged, his body overflowing with red light, and the people of the entire Qingxu Gate saw the dazzling red light on the top.

"Shizun has survived."

All the disciples looked at the thunder in the sky, and their faces were worried and nervous.

However, there was an enchantment around the cliffs in the back mountain, and no one could enter at all, so everyone could only watch from the outside.

Miao Hua sat cross-legged, his expression calm, Mang had skyrocketed several times, hovering above his head emitting a terrifying red light, ready to fight against the thunder and lightning.

No one in the cultivation realm has risen in the past thousand years, and there have been countless failures in the tribulation here, and some people have even been directly hacked to death when fighting against thunder and lightning.

When the first thunder struck, the disciples were outside the prohibition, and although they couldn't feel the power of the heavenly thunder, they could also see that the power was not small.

The thunder light dissipated, and Miao Hua in the center was unharmed, still meditating quietly, and the light above his head was also very dazzling.

The more you go to the back, the more powerful the thunder is,

Although Miao Hua's expression did not change, the light emanating from his body became dimmer and dimmer, and his face became more and more pale, and by the time he reached the eighth heavenly thunder, a trace of blood had oozed from the corner of his mouth.

When he reached the ninth realm, the light on Miao Hua's body suddenly became extremely intense, and it became more and more conspicuous under the lightning and thunder, and the purple light filled the sky.

With a loud sound of shaking the earth, the light was almost dazzling, and the huge power directly broke the enchantment, and under this heavenly power, the poor cultivators directly spat blood and retreated to the side.

When everyone ran to the mountain to take a look, there was no Miao Hua Immortal Venerable for a long time.

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However, as soon as Miao Hua woke up, a sharp pain rose and irritated his nerves.

His stomach seemed to be stabbed by ten thousand burning sharp knives, and a heart-wrenching pain spread through his body.

Bursts of pain came at him like a flood tide, wave after wave.

Reluctantly opened his eyes, the picture was blurry and not clear, and after a while, he opened his eyes again, and then he saw clearly.

He has now become a little child.

Probably only about five or six years old.

It's a ruined temple inside, with broken windows everywhere, biting winds, and heavy snow outside.

The clothes on his body were not thick at all, and the exposed hands were purple and black from the cold, and he was no longer conscious.

Not only that, but he also had a lot of injuries on his body, which should have been beaten with sticks.

Just the last moment, Miao Hua was still the immortal venerable who had the ability to burn mountains and boil the sea and turn the world upside down, but now he has become a mortal without any spiritual power.

Miao Hua had already guessed that this should be the final catastrophe.

After surviving this calamity, you can turn into immortals.

That means that the Thunder Tribulation has passed, and now only the Heart Tribulation remains.

Miao Hua cultivates the ruthless Dao, then he will leave behind the seven emotions and six desires, and as long as he survives the heart tribulation, he can reach the realm of God.

But Miao Hua didn't know what his heart tribulation meant.

Since he was a child, he has been emotionally indifferent, and he only seeks the Tao in his heart, and has no desire for anything else.

He tried to mobilize the spiritual power and divine consciousness around him, but after a slight attempt, a vast and majestic force suddenly pressed into his sea of consciousness.

There is a powerful force that is restricting him, or rather, restricting his body, which is just an ordinary mortal, and only after surviving the catastrophe will his mana return.

And now this mortal body may just be a tiny wisp of his soul.

Miao Hua calmly accepted this fact, understood it, and stopped thinking about it.

The most important thing now is the environment in which he is now, a five-year-old child, who survives in a cold winter, is a fool's dream.

He hid in a small corner, where the wind was relatively light, and by the way he found a rag to cover his body, and his small body shrunk together, struggling to keep warm.

Miao Hua was woken up by hunger, the sky was not yet dawn, and the winter sun always came out late.

The child must have been left unfed for a long time, his stomach was constantly twitching, aching, and the contents of his stomach were almost tumbling out, and then retching out was only water.

If this continues, you will either die of cold or starvation.

Miao Hua stood up, moved his numb hands and feet that were frozen, and went out against the cold wind.

It's a small village, and the streets are getting people and the shops are open.

Miao Hua looked at the hot buns, he could barely move his feet, he had opened the grain a long time ago, and he had never eaten since then, he had never been interested in this kind of appetite.

But now the physiological reaction made him stare at the steaming bun with his eyes, licked his dry lips, and the diffuse aroma made him involuntarily crave, swallowing from time to time, as if saliva was about to overflow.

The Adam's apple squirmed up and down from time to time, and even the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard clearly.

At this time, the stomach was already tingling, like a knife and a needle.

As soon as the owner of the steamed bun seller looked up, he saw the dirty little beggar looking at his steamed buns with bright eyes, and hurriedly waved his hand in disgust.

"Go away, go away! Don't disturb my business. ”

After speaking, he raised the wooden stick in his hand, with a little threat.

Miao Hua had never felt like this, he almost used all his will to not rush over to grab the buns, but hid in a small corner and watched secretly.

The village was not wealthy, and the people who came were plainly dressed, wearing thick cotton clothes without any beauty, and their skin was sallow and dark.

When the owner of the steamed bun shop was packing the buns for the guests, he accidentally dropped one of them, and the white buns rolled twice on the ground.

(End of chapter)