Chapter Ninety-Two: The Way of Life
"Boom!" There was endless thunder, dense, turning into a blue waterfall ocean, raging, surging towards the ghost king. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
The Ghost King's face showed a look of horror, this was not because the Ghost King was timid, but that this thunder also differed from person to person.
In the same way, if the ghost king wants to survive this heavenly curse, he must face the thunder corresponding to the Mahayana period, and this power is thousands of times more difficult than what Qi Yuan faces.
The Ghost King was covered in black smoke and scattered in the Qi Yuan Mud Pill Palace.
"Ghost King, do you want to escape?" Qi Yuan shouted in a deep voice.
"Joke, how can I escape? Besides, this thunder can't be avoided. ”
"It's you, you're going to be unlucky, you don't know whether you're alive or dead. ”
The Ghost King looked at the thunder in the sky, and said with a sneer, "Your Mud Pill Palace must suffer from the disaster of the pond fish, this thunder corresponding to the Mahayana realm, can you resist it?"
Qi Yuan's face sank, the words of the ghost king were indeed Qi Yuan's heart disease.
You must know that the ghost king is staying in the mud pill palace of Qi Yuan, and when the thunder comes, the mud pill palace of Qi Yuan is probably going to collapse.
Qi Yuan's eyes were cold, even if he felt uneasy in his heart, Qi Yuan did not waver in his thoughts at this time.
Although the Ghost King laughed at Qi Yuan, the situation was also not good at this time.
Those thunderbolts, but they came towards the ghost king.
"Damn, even if you can escape from the thunder, I'm afraid you will be greatly injured, I knew this, no matter how much it costs, this ant should be wiped out. ”
Having said that, the ghost king looked at the white lotus above the Qi Yuan Shen, the white lotus flickered with a white light, and it was like a white mist, but it made it difficult for the ghost king to make up his mind.
This white lotus is a special magic weapon, and the ghost king is vaguely afraid of the white lotus, even though he has a Mahayana cultivation.
But the ghost king is not arrogant, the ghost king does not know the true strength of the white lotus, but he doesn't want to test the law, not to mention, the ghost king is in the Qiyuan Mud Pill Palace, but he has discovered the power of the broken Yuan Shen of the Void Flame.
The strength of the Void Flame is not weak, but it is all planted here, and the Ghost King does not know that the death of the Void Flame is related to the Heaven Robbery Goddess, but he feels that in the Qi Yuan Mud Pill Palace, there are many crises, and he can't be careless.
It's just that even so, Qi Yuan, the Ghost King's degree of concern is actually still limited, after all, Qi Yuan's cultivation is too confusing.
Similarly, Qi Yuan didn't think that his strength was great, and he was able to barely persevere, excluding the protection of the White Lotus, and the reason for the incense power brought by the dragon god's clone was to build a moat around Qi Yuanshen.
This incense wish power is still insignificant compared to the human race as a whole, but when it is applied to Qi Yuan alone, it is very terrifying.
The power of incense is mighty, like turning into a golden river, with golden waves, rolling endlessly.
"Click, click!" In front of the mighty Tianwei, all obstacles seemed to be incomparably slim, and the Mud Pill Palace of Qi Wish was shattered like this as a whole.
"Poof!" Qi Yuan directly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face ashen.
"It's too big, it's really going to die. ”
Qi Yuan felt a sense of decay in the dark.
"This time, will you not be able to bear it?"
"Hehe......"
A wry smile hung on the corner of Qi Yuan's mouth, and at this moment, a flat voice came.
"Qi Xiaoyou, luck is not enough to rely on, only strength is fundamental. ”
"Huh?" Qi Yuan was taken aback, and then smiled bitterly, "Why did the Bodhisattva senior say that?"
"You see, all the way you have come, the crises you have faced are actually lifeless from the outside, whether it is the Void Flame or this Ghost King, there are Mahayana stage cultivation, your Qi refining period cultivation can persist until now and not die in front of such a strong person? Don't you know what you are relying on?"
"Is it luck?"
Such a thought automatically flowed out of Qi Yuanshen, and then it was known by the Bodhi Daoist, obviously, in Qi Yuan's body, the Bodhi Daoist did something wrong.
"Yes, you have good luck to turn evil into good fortune, but remember that luck is not everything. ”
"Besides, heaven and earth will not favor you forever, when heaven and earth are all together, and heroes are not free. ”
"Luck is like a landslide, once the luck is not there, will it not be able to knock down the dust?"
"Is my luck prosperous?"
"It should be said that your natal life is actually very ordinary. ”
"Look—" At this point, Qi Yuan saw the heavens and the earth turned upside down, and saw a very special world.
This world is completely composed of clouds, and the boundless clouds have turned into a sea of clouds.
"This is the sea of luck. ”
Qi Yuan is actually not completely ignorant of luck.
Of course, Qi Yuan's insight is all superficial, and when he sees this boundless cloud, he is purple.
Purple gas is dense, like purple mist, dense and boundless.
The purple qi was like an ocean, and in the center of the sea of qi luck, there was a towering pillar.
"This is the natal pillar, it is your natal pillar, it represents your innate natal destiny. ”
"That natal pillar is red, which means that your natal character is red, according to common sense, you have red luck, although it is not bad, compared to your cultivation, it is not ordinary, but compared with the present, it is different from cloud and mud. ”
"This?" Qi Yuan's face changed.
"And you, but inherited the heavenly luck, you see, the purple qi in the sky, I don't know what the source is, but let you ride the wind. ”
"But that purple gas, in the end, is not your own luck, borrowed things, sooner or later will have to be returned. ”
"That's it, when you cultivate to a high level in the future, and the great power will be attributed to yourself, you don't have to worry about anything, but right now, your strength is insufficient, and to bear such a fortune is a typical fortune pressure, that is, your life is not enough to withstand such luck, and you will definitely suffer a catastrophe. ”
"It's just strange, you seem to be adhering to the great luck and maintaining a glimmer of life in the dark, but walking a tightrope like this, sooner or later, a catastrophe is coming, and it is difficult to escape. ”
Qi Yuan smiled bitterly, and now a catastrophe is coming.
The self-deprecation of Qi Yuan, Bodhi Taoist people naturally know.
"No, although your luck is surrounded by endless black qi, this is the calamity, but the black qi has not soaked your natal pillar, that is, you still have life. ”
Qi Yuan was stunned, although at this time the Bodhi Daoist transmitted the sound to his divine consciousness, Qi Yuan didn't think that the Bodhi Daoist could save himself.
You know, the Bodhi Daoist is there to snatch the Qilin Immortal Root.
"But don't you believe me?"
Bodhi Taoist smiled lightly, "Actually, it's nothing, your luck is booming, if you encounter a death catastrophe that you can't get through, that luck must be broken out of thin air, this is the reason why luck can't rely on." ”
"But in the sea of luck, the purple qi is all over the sky, and it is endless, obviously you have become a pawn on the chess game, and if you don't complete your mission, you won't die so easily. ”
Subsequently, the Bodhi Taoist did not transmit the news again.
Hearing this, Qi Yuan was a little excited in his heart, if there was life, Qi Yuan didn't want to die, even if there was any conspiracy behind it, Qi Yuan didn't care.
But seeing that the Mud Pill Palace was completely shattered, and the whole person was going to run out of oil and dry up, it seemed that he was going to die, where did he get the vitality?
Qi Yuan was a little anxious in his heart, if there was no life, even if he was desperate, Qi Yuan would most likely wait quietly for death, and would not lose his temper, but when he saw the way of life, he would cut off his life, which was what made Qi Yuan feel the most tormented.
There is nothing more cruel in the world than to give hope and then extinguish it.