This is a low mountain with no wonders, only a few thatched huts. Ye Fan has lived on this unknown hill for most of the past three years.
In front of the thatched hut, a vine is verdant, with bunches of green grapes hanging on it, and next to it is a medicine field, planted with some old medicines and spiritual plants, which are fragrant.
There is a pine forest in the distance, and Xiaosong is like a monkey all day long going in and out, looking for pine cones, and having fun.
Zhang Qingyang practiced asceticism for three years and preached to the world. Ye Fan saw all this and knew that he had given a lot. The change in the mother spirit of all things was the most obvious proof.
Now this cauldron is psychic, and there is pure thought power submerged in the cauldron at every moment, and the celestial glow is gorgeous, the holy light is transpiring, and it is supernatural and close to the gods.
The Heavenly Court takes root in the world, flourishes, and imprints the power of faith into the cauldron every day. This is a kind of sacred transformation, casting an immortal vessel.
"click"
A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by heavy rain. Ye Fan stood motionless in front of the window, looking at the electric snake in the clouds.
Xiaosong peeled off a fire phoenix fruit, revealing the bright red and pink flesh inside. With big eyes blinking, he handed it to Ye Fan and Zhang Qingyang fawningly.
"Click!"
The silver electric snake fluttered and swam among the black clouds, tearing open the sky and emitting a trembling aura. For ascetics, this kind of weather is very dangerous.
"Qing Yang, are you ready?" Ye Fan asked.
"Master, I'm ready." The Taoist little celestial master responded. In the past few years, he preached everywhere, but his cultivation base has not fallen, and he has improved all the way. This is not unrelated to Ye Fan's extra care.
"Then go into the lightning, let go of your body and mind to accept the baptism, don't worry and fear, I will keep you safe." Ye Fan whispered.
In the past few years, whenever there was a thunderstorm, Ye Fan would selectively protect the Dharma for several disciples, letting them induce the thunder to temper their bodies.
All major ancient religions have secret methods. Generally speaking, it is not bad for the disciples of the ancient inheritance to draw the thunder light once or twice.
This is not a real catastrophe. In this era, no one can induce it, but you can use the ancient method to borrow thunder light to refine your body. It can be regarded as a catastrophe, but it will be difficult to destroy the body and spirit at every turn. Most people dare not try .
In the past three years, the registered disciples have gone through eight or nine calamities, and Zhang Qingyang has gone through eleven times, and now he will go through the twelfth time.
These few people have strange bones, and they are all the favorites in the Big Dipper. Unfortunately, they were born at an untimely time. In this degenerate era, they can't sense the catastrophe. Therefore, Ye Fan will let them draw the light of thunder every year to train their bodies.
For ordinary people, twice is the limit, but they have to lead the thunder to cross the catastrophe every year, and each time is bigger and bigger, almost comparable to the real catastrophe.
Over the past few years, their Taoism has improved, each step has been very steady, and the foundation of the Tao has been tamped down extremely firmly, which is extremely solid.
During this process, Ye Fan discovered something special. Zhang Qingyang practiced asceticism in the world, and with Ding, he also had a lot of power of faith. most.
"Master, I'm going up." Zhang Qingyang said to him.
He soared into the sky, entered the dense clouds against a bolt of lightning, and began to cross the catastrophe. The lightning from all directions came together, and all of them struck him.
In an instant, the lightning was blazing, and the silver snakes danced wildly. It seemed that a great war had taken place in this place.
"Sure enough, it's several times stronger than before." Ye Fan said to himself.
Induce the thunder light to enter the body to temper, no matter whether you have improved in practice or not, you will be several times stronger than the last time, and there seems to be a record in the sky, so even amazing monks dare not ascend to the sky every year.
"It's a catastrophe to induce Lei Guang to this point." Ye Fan nodded.
"boom!"
Between the sky and the earth, the lightning became violent and became even more blazing. A silver sea of electricity descended, submerging Zhang Qingyang in it, tearing apart the universe.
Ye Fan watched carefully, protecting the Dharma for his disciples, but he didn't extend his hand to help. If there is no disaster of body and spirit destruction, he will never stand out.
Xiaosong was blinking his big eyes and staring at Yun Duo. In the past few years, it has survived several real catastrophes. From crying loudly at the beginning to being calm now, it is not a small progress.
It is well aware of the horror of the catastrophe, earth-shattering, and boundless, especially the thunder that fell in the doomed age beyond imagination. Every time it thinks of it, it will shrink its head, cover its heart with its small paws, and feel afraid.
"Well, it worked again." Ye Fan stared at Lei Hai, Zhang Qingyang's pure power of faith counteracted the huge lightning, and melted the lightning into his body, but it didn't hurt his body.
In the most dangerous moment, these holy lights can be used inexplicably, and the end is unpredictable, which makes people fascinated and can't help but think.
Half an hour later, when the last nine thunderbolts fell, Zhang Qingyang's skin was torn apart, and his bones were almost burnt, but he finally got through with difficulty.
He came down and entered the hut with an extremely excited expression, because his physical body was stronger, his mana was surging, and his soul was also stronger.
"Very good." Ye Fan nodded. Before cutting the way and crossing the catastrophe, he arranged some things to avoid all the chaos after his accident, and he was not in a hurry to go to the sky.
In the next few months, Ye Fan protected the Dharma for several disciples one after another, allowing them all to experience a baptism of catastrophe and make great progress in Taoism.
"Go your own way. I can't draw a direction for you. You need to have more experience in crossing tribulation, enlightenment, and choice." Ye Fan patted Xiaosong's head.
He didn't want this little guy to be stuck in his thinking, let him jump out, and didn't arrange everything like he did for the other disciples to guide the future direction.
A month later, Ye Fan ascended to the sky and left alone without letting anyone accompany him.
Xiaosong was afraid, and chased all the way down, crying loudly, and wanted to let him block the little stone Buddha, but Ye Fan refused.
Zhang Qingyang yelled even more, asking Ye Fan to add all the power of faith to his body, saying that he would be able to get twice the result with half the effort, and he would be able to cut through the Dao and cross the catastrophe safely. Several other disciples also called for it.
Ye Fan didn't look back, he poured out all the power of faith in the cauldron, poured down, like a vast waterfall, and stayed on the short mountain for the time being.
These pure thoughts must be of great use, but now he doesn't want to rely on them. Now that the path he is taking has been set and he will cut the road, he doesn't need to rely on any external things.
He would not bring anything with him to go through the tribulation except the Ding, the tool of enlightenment. This was his choice from the beginning to the end, and it has not changed.
"The power of faith is used by all living beings now, but I can't tell it in the future..." This is a vague scruple in him, so he doesn't borrow it.
Ye Fan ascended to the sky, came to the outside world, and stayed away from the mountains and rivers, because he was afraid that if he crossed the catastrophe, he would destroy a magnificent river and mountain and sink a continent.
No one knows better than him how terrible his catastrophe will be, and once it breaks out, it will be devastating, especially this time is different from the past, he himself has no bottom.
Standing alone in the cold and dark universe, I felt the deathly silence. The vast coercion of the earth was far away, and it was passed on, like a dormant ancient emperor.
"It's time, let's go through the catastrophe." Ye Fan whispered.
He began to urge Dao Xing, no longer suppressing his own strength, let go of his body and mind, communicated with the universe, and expressed his will to surpass the Dao.
"boom!"
There was nothing in the void universe at first, but at this moment, a vast ocean suddenly appeared. This is a sea of gods transformed into thunder!
In just an instant, Ye Fan was buried in the middle, and he was tortured and punished by the Great Dao of the Heavens. Huge electric lights as thick as rivers and seas struck him one after another.
This is a magnificent picture, if it is portrayed and shown to the world, it will definitely shock the ages and make all the ascetics terrified.
This kind of catastrophe is the only horror in ancient and modern times. Any one catastrophe light is far better than another catastrophe. These thousands of catastrophe lights come together to form the first round of lightning that splits Ye Fan.
This is a kind of doomsday punishment, a great destruction, no one can bear it, it is vast and boundless, just a ray of lightning is enough to destroy a genius.
But Ye Fan was in the bath, with disheveled hair, fighting against the vast catastrophe alone. He was naked and strong, using thunder light as water to wash his body and soul.
This was a catastrophe, even the void of the universe was split apart, and terrifying black abysses appeared, only the light source in the center remained unchanged, and Ye Fan's bronze-colored body shone with precious light, accepting the lightning strike and baptism.
Boundless and boundless, thousands of years of catastrophe seemed to be concentrated on him alone, ancient and modern thunder and light combined to temper his body.
Every inch of his skin is glaring, every pore is breathing out electric light, a little golden figure steps out from between his eyebrows, and when he opens his mouth to inhale, it becomes a sky river.
On this day, Ye Fan did not tell the people of the Taoist sect of China and the Western Taoist lineage that he would cut off the Tao, no one knew, and he wanted to spend it quietly.
However, at this moment, all the monks sensed that something must have happened outside the territory, because they were terrified and uneasy, as if a catastrophe was imminent, and the end was coming, like a sharp sword hanging above their heads, like a great mountain sinking into their hearts.
This is an aura like annihilation, which makes people of the same kind tremble. As long as you practice Taoism, you will definitely be able to sense it.
However, no one could see anything, it was too far away, and everyone didn't know the situation, so they couldn't deduce the reason.
Because this kind of robbery and punishment has only been seen in ancient and modern times, it is impossible for them to have heard of it, and it is even more difficult to witness it.
"boom!"
The first sea of thunder receded, and inexplicable and weird lightning appeared in the void, there was Fuxi's dragon stele, there was Nuwa Dao stone... one after another was extremely mysterious.
This is even more frightening, some lightning bolts are the same as the ancestor artifact, with boundless rage, falling down, can smash an ancient star!
This is the trace of the great way between heaven and earth, representing the ancient way of heaven. Every time it is cut down, it is shocking and can destroy a world.
Ye Fan wants to reverse the existing Dao, jump out, and surpass the Dao. Naturally, he has to bear the impact and crushing of various holy Dao in ancient times.
"boom!"
In the void universe, the blazing lightning extinguished the world. Between the human-shaped lightning and the ancestral artifacts, ancient stars were shattered one by one in a trance, and the historical scene reappeared.
Infinite lightning added to his body, Ye Fan fought alone, his black hair was scattered, and his bronze-colored body gleamed with precious brilliance, even if he was chopped off, he could quickly repair it.
The little golden man stood in front of his eyebrows, looking down at the world, unyielding like the flesh, accepting the baptism and tempering of the thunder.
The tripod, cast from the mother spirit of all things, was reforged by Lei Hai and tempered by lightning like an ancestor. It was never broken, and became stronger and more immortal.
Ye Fan is surrounded by the sky, every inch of his body is shining, bathed in endless thunder and lightning, tempering the immortal holy body, baptizing the golden soul, and tempering the tripod to prove the Tao.
Although he was able to withstand it at this time, he didn't dare to let go, because the real catastrophe was behind.