Down.
Ordinary cloud and thunder generally can't hit him. After all, the thunder is often brought by himself. Even if it hits, it will not hurt him. However, the thunder of the robbery period is still somewhat different. Not only did he not avoid him, but he chased and slashed, and fell on him one after another, and he saw blood. The skin is open and the flesh is the lightest, and the pain of damage to the true spirit is called life rather than death. If the Taoism is not enough, the true spirit can be directly split, and the whole person will be turned into dust and mud on the spot.
In order to save their lives, most people who are usually robbed will do everything possible to add more barriers to themselves. In short, the Eight Immortals cross the sea. But Xue Xian couldn't, because his every move was related to the rivers, lakes and seas in the world, and his tumult meant that the rivers, lakes and seas would not be peaceful. On weekdays, there are occasional floods, and at that time it was hanging on the tip of a needle, and the city was full of oceans if you were not careful.
Therefore, Xue Xian usually returns to the dragon shape when he is robbed, because the dragon shape is huge, and there is enough skin to open the flesh.
When he encounters Xiao Jie, he is too lazy to move, so he will randomly find an uninhabited desert island, hang himself horizontally on it, and follow the thunder of the day. After splitting him, he took advantage of the situation and slept there, and when the flesh on his body recovered and the blood flow ceased, he would slide into the seabed, raise a true spirit, and then go out to be a demon.
But when it comes to catastrophe, he can't be so casual. After all, the thunder of the catastrophe is not something that ordinary places can withstand. If it hits a deserted island directly, with a few hits, the entire deserted island can be smashed and sunk into the sea. More disaster.
In order to avoid the thunder of the catastrophe from falling to the ground because of him, when he should be robbed, he simply vacated the sky and wrapped himself in a thick black cloud. One after another, the mighty Xuan Lei descended from the nine heavens, stopped in the black cloud, and only slashed at him. In the human world, although the sound is frightening, it does not hurt anything, and it is not dangerous.
That time in Meng Xia this year, Xue Xian encountered a catastrophe.
But that catastrophe was more difficult than before, so that his true spirit was severely damaged after the catastrophe, it was difficult to stay in the cloud, and he fell straight to the beach.
Traumatization of the true spirit will make people unclear and unable to wake up from their dreams. So when the thousands of golden threads tied him firmly and pinned him to the ground, he was reluctant to even open his eyes, let alone see who the other party was or break free. Even for a long time after that, he couldn't even remember those scenes, only some bits and pieces like a dream.
It was just a shock in his mind at this moment, perhaps it was a coincidence or something else, this forgotten scene flashed by, leaving Xue Xian stunned for a while—at the end of the fine gold thread, there was a vague The figure seems to be wearing white clothes, but there are too many occlusions, and the appearance cannot be seen clearly, only the outline.
Just looking at the outline, the man was a little tall and thin, his robe was blown up and down by the wind, and there were also shadows of filaments flying around on the side of his face, which should be the hair that was scattered by the blowing.
only…
Still a little weird.
The buzzing in his head gradually subsided, and Xue Xian finally got out of that scene.
"What's wrong with you? You, you wake up—"
As soon as he recovered his five senses, he heard a female voice ringing in his ear, her tone anxious and full of worry.
"Miss Xingzi, don't shake it, shake your head again and it will fall off..." Xue Xian pinched his brows, and before he even opened his eyes, he started talking nonsense.
"Wake up?!" Xingzi exclaimed in surprise, only then did she realize that she was panicking and grabbed Xue Xian's shoulder directly. She shrank her hand as if touching the core of the fire, and withdrew embarrassingly to the side, explaining: "Just now, you suddenly lost consciousness, and you couldn't even detect your breath, which startled us, and when I was in a hurry... just... "
Xue Xian raised his eyebrows and finally opened his eyes lazily. He half-squinted his eyes and touched his people, and said, "You're going to pinch me?"
Xingzi leaned against the wall of the carriage and looked at the roof with broken jars, feeling a sense of grievance that could not be washed away by jumping into the Yellow River: "Ang, I pinched someone."
"Thank you, it's your job." Xue Xian tilted his head and smiled at her, then withdrew his color and looked towards the deserted village.
"Eh?" I didn't expect to be thanked, Xingzi's face turned red, and she waved her hands again and again, "No need to work, just wake up."
Of course, Xue Xiangen didn't listen to what he said later. His eyes were fixed on a certain place in the deserted village, and he wondered why there was no sign of Xuanci.
"That bald donkey..." He just said a few words, but he felt that it was a little inappropriate to call Xuan Min like that in front of outsiders, so he coughed and said in a more serious tone, "How long have I closed my eyes just now? What happened after the monk entered the village?"