Chapter 33: The Day of the Devil's Tribulation

Hundreds of years ago, there were peerless demons devouring the sun, moon, heaven and earth, and the whole world fell into darkness, and the heavens and the earth wept...... Since then, countless burning meteorites have rained down from the sky, falling all over the four continents, causing countless casualties, and it is known as the day of the demon catastrophe. Yu Yan sighed and began to look back on the past.

"The day of the Demon Tribulation?" Shen Luo's gaze froze.

"After the Demon Tribulation, the whole world changed greatly, countless demons and ghosts were rampant, wantonly slaughtering living beings in the world, but the immortals and Buddhas did not reappear. At the beginning, the imperial court was able to resist the invasion of monsters from all over the world, but the raging monsters and monsters became stronger and stronger year by year, and the imperial court gradually became powerless. Yu Yan continued.

After Shen Luo heard this, his eyes widened, and it took a while to digest what Yu Yan said.

"In fact, I have heard my father mention these things since I was a child, but I have never seen them with my own eyes, which is indeed a bit unbelievable. Yu Meng touched his chin and said.

"You little rabbit cub, if you see it with your own eyes, will you still be alive?" Yu Yan raised his hand and patted Yu Meng's head and scolded angrily.

Yu Meng's head shrank, skillfully dodged his father's palm, laughed dryly, and didn't dare to speak again.

"Uncle Yu, you just said that the Demon Tribulation Day was hundreds of years ago, when was it?" Shen Luo asked again.

"Regarding the specific time of the Demon Tribulation Day, for some reason, it is not clearly recorded in the major classics, and it is the same in the official history books. Yu Yan shook his head and said.

"After all these years, is there no way to destroy those demons?" Shen Luo couldn't help but ask again.

"We mortals are powerless, maybe the disappeared immortal Buddha can do it. All beings in the world have survived in this demonic tribulation day after day, and they don't know if they can wait until the immortal Buddha comes to the world again. Yu Yan said with a sigh.

Yu Meng also looked solemn.

Seeing this, Shen Luo couldn't help but be silent.

......

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

The moonlight shone through the window into one of the wings of the mansion.

In the room, Shen Luo was lying on the bed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep.

Yu Meng's loud snoring came faintly from a room not far away, apparently very asleep.

Shen Luo couldn't sleep, not because of Yu Meng's snoring, but because of what Yu Yan said before.

He still couldn't be sure if the dream world was really a thousand years later, and the unpredictable prophet was magical enough, let alone coming directly to the future world.

If it is true, this future world is obviously full of all kinds of suffering, and it is a luxury for ordinary people to have a stable meal, and an immortal master with mana like Yu Yan is so powerless in the face of all this.

The only thing that made Shen Luo feel a little relieved was that the Demon Tribulation seemed to have a lot of time before his time, and he might not even live to that time......

Shen Luo's mind flipped all kinds of chaotic thoughts, and he lay down for a while, but he couldn't sleep, so he sat up and put on his clothes.

After a moment of quiet sitting in the dark, he got up and pushed open the door and went outside.

A bright moon hung in the sky, but a faint black mist floated in the sky, enveloping the earth, like a demon calamity, everywhere.

Shen Luo stared at the black fog for a while, retracted his gaze, and walked outside, and after a while, he came to a small pond, around which many white boulders were piled up, reflecting a faint halo under the moonlight.

The cool night breeze blew in his face, carrying moist moisture, which lifted his spirits.

It's just that the anxiety in Shen Luo's heart has not been reduced because of this.

The matter of the demon calamity was like a heavy stone, pressing on his heart, making him feel that he couldn't breathe, and he had to find something to do to alleviate it.

Shen Luo breathed slowly, closed his eyes and concentrated.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes, and his mind had regained its tranquility.

He took out a wolf hat from his bosom that he had taken from the desk in his room, dipped it in water from the pond next to him, and drew a small thunder charm on a flat boulder.

This charm has not been successful, and it is a piece of his heart.

The runes of the little thunder talisman are quite familiar to him, and it can be said that they can be completed in one go, from the next stroke to the end of the pen.

Shen Luo looked at the complex runes on the stone that began with the ancient word "thunder", there was no joy or sadness on his face, and after a moment of silence, he dipped his pen in water again and drew on another boulder.

In the following time, Shen Luo drew around the small pond, and the brush in his hand was getting faster and faster, like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing.

As a result, in just a stick of incense, he actually drew twelve or thirteen small thunder runes on those big stones by the pool in one go, and each rune looked almost the same, all of them were made of one stroke.

Shen Luo stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead, exhaled a long breath, and did not continue.

Even if you draw a small thunder talisman on the boulder, the burden on your body is not small, and you just want to vent it when you are depressed for a while.

He vaguely felt that this little thunder talisman was only one step away from truly mastering it.

It's just that I don't have a clue how to take this step.

He shook his head, didn't think much more, put the wolf away, and walked along a path.

"Huh?"

Shen Luo suddenly raised his head and looked in a direction ahead, only to feel that an inexplicable air fluctuation was faintly coming from there.

It's like a stone being cast on the calm water, splashing ripples.

Shen Luo was curious in his heart, and walked lightly towards the place where the fluctuations came from.