Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

Chapter 107: catastrophe

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Ask who in the world has no worries, only immortals are at ease.

Ordinary people in the world of mortals live in the boundary of the earth, obeying life and death, multiplying endlessly, gaining and losing, suffering and joy, and passion.

Fame, wealth, glory and wealth in the world are nothing but a cloud in the blink of an eye in the long river of time. Only flying to the Zifu and ranking among the immortals is the eternal pursuit.

So ten years have passed, an inconspicuous time in a monk's life, through multiple methods such as refining the inner alchemy, the panacea that Helang searched for, Bodhisattva, double cultivation, and the method of five elements cultivation, Jiang Hanzheng's cultivation is also only one step away from crossing the catastrophe. One step away.

Presumably, Helang has also been in this comprehension world for more than a few years, no matter how novel the world is, he should be tired of it.

Jiang Hanzheng is still the same as when he was a boy, enthusiastic and cheerful. Although this cheerfulness is only for him, he has never lost his innocent heart, and he is still the innocent boy in his memory. Although Helang knows in his heart that this The innocence is different from before, obviously it's just a gesture he made, but it still doesn't hinder his affection for Jiang Hanzheng.

When Jiang Hanzheng met Helang for the first time, he was trembling even when he took a look at him. He exchanged a few words with him, and he could reminisce all night after returning to his room. Now, he can not only monopolize the master, but also be with him His skin is similar, and his attitude is also a lot bolder. Taking advantage of opportunities and playing tricks are also common things.

Even so, Jiang Hanzheng's respect and love for him remains unchanged, and he will always call him "Master respectfully" on his lips.

Helang also joked: "Your cultivation level is higher than mine, and you should have been a teacher ten years ago."

Jiang Hanzheng frowned, wrapped his arms around Helang's waist as if nothing had happened, and replied firmly: "No matter what, you will always be my master."

He said many years ago that if the master wants to get rid of the relationship between them based on this, he would rather never grow up. Comparing with cultivation and transcending tribulation, it is actually not so important.

Knowing Jiang Hanzheng's obsession with this, Helang pushed the person in his arms away, with a cold expression on his face, strolled into the courtyard, looked at the fallen flowers all over the ground, turned his head and told him, "There is no permanent banquet in the world."

He is very happy that Jiang Hanzheng can be full of love for him, and devote all his trust and dependence to him. The intimate relationship between the two does not make him repulsed, on the contrary, he can taste a little bit of pleasure.

But in the final analysis, no matter how much joy there is, it will not remain the same, especially in the world of cultivating immortals with endless years, it seems to be getting weaker and weaker. As Jiang Hanzheng grows up, Helang also realizes that the day of his departure is getting closer up.

Before going through the catastrophe, monks have to wait for an opportunity. Maybe it's in the mind, maybe it's in the epiphany, it's elusive. If one can suddenly realize the principle of all things, the true Dao, then the day of crossing the catastrophe will come.

Helang has been waiting for the day when Jiang Hanzheng, and the day when he really leaves.

Jiang Hanzheng was quite dissatisfied with Helang's saying that there is always a banquet that ends forever. In his inherent concept, he and his master will never end.

He walked up to the master indifferently, raised his hand and flicked it lightly, a strand of wood spiritual power floated out leisurely, lingering around the big tree in front of the door, revitalizing it, within a short moment, new green shoots emerged, The flower buds are blooming, and a tree with fallen flowers has fallen just now, and it is full of spring again.

When the fragrant fragrance of flowers came, Jiang Han smiled lightly, and said frankly: "It's only one step away to become a fairy, if you want to live forever, what's the difficulty?"

Immortals have an endless lifespan and live forever. They will not be troubled by obstacles that the world cannot overcome, such as death. Therefore, their feast will never end.

Helang's eyebrows showed a bit of melancholy, and he didn't want to wake up Jiang Hanzheng who was still in a dream right now.

Contrary to Jiang Hanzheng, his cultivation base has hardly improved in the past ten years. To become an immortal, it will take at least a hundred years, but Jiang Hanzheng can't wait to look forward to the two joining hands to become an immortal.

Presumably, if he frankly gave up the idea of becoming an immortal at this time, Jiang Hanzheng would also give up, and then his previous efforts would be wasted.

In order to wait for Helang's cultivation to be able to stand side by side with his own, to realize the desire of the two of them to ascend to immortality and stay together, Jiang Hanzheng has deliberately suppressed his cultivation. When Helang learned about it, he couldn't help but scold him for a long time .

Although Jiang Hanzheng is docile on the surface, he is also stubborn in his bones, saying wrong again and again, but Helang knows that he is still determined to go his own way.

Helang didn't force him anymore, so he could only discuss with him in a friendly voice, "It's always bad to suppress your cultivation, and it's something you can't suppress. It's not an interesting place, Master will naturally look for you, okay?"

Jiang Han was listening quietly, silent, obviously thinking.

He knew that this was the most correct way, but he was always reluctant in his heart, what if the master didn't come to him? Or what if Master came too late? He doesn't want to live alone in the fairy world alone.

Even if the master really came back to look for him, but the matter of practice could be few years, and at most tens of hundreds of years, how could he bear to be separated from the master for such a long time

Jiang Hanzheng answered him with his mouth, but he had his own thoughts in his heart. If he let others know, he would definitely scold him, he is crazy.

Three months later, the sky seemed to be cracking, the sky was changing, the wind was surging, and the thunder and lightning in the sky were like cracks, covering the sky. If you are a monk, you must be able to feel that all the spiritual energy is rushing to one place at a high speed.

These auras converged to Jiang Hanzheng's side like a whirlpool, and the lightning and thunder in the sky also seemed to move, all concentrated on the top of Jiang Hanzheng's head, and when the time was right, he really carried out the catastrophe, which is called the catastrophe.

Heavenly Tribulation is a kind of restriction that nature imposes on tyrannical life. Only after experiencing the baptism and transformation of Heavenly Tribulation, can one be able to refine one's body and transcend things. The next opportunity, but Helang has made every possible preparation, that is, to try to be foolproof.

Urging Jiang Han to meditate, Helang started working beside him again.

For this catastrophe, he had already made preparations a month ago. Not only did he use ninety-nine and eighty-one high-grade spirits to clothe the magic circle, but he also had several talismans to alleviate the damage caused by lightning strikes, so as to ensure that the body would not be damaged. The most important thing is that with the rest of his cultivation, he has refined a magic weapon for crossing the catastrophe. With its help, Jiang Hanzheng will be able to ascend to heaven without accident.

The reason why he would give up everything in this way is precisely because Heron already has a specific plan to leave this world.

In the imagination, when Jiang Han is going through the tribulation, he can withdraw and teleport away from this world.

And when Jiang Han was successfully ascended to the Heavenly Court, he just happened to be able to successfully complete the task, and when everything was settled, he was able to leave satisfactorily.

When the Thunder of Heavenly Tribulation appeared and the roaring sound came as promised, Helang stared at Jiang Hanzheng without blinking.

This black purple sky thunder with a thick bowl mouth had a monstrous momentum. He Lang just looked at it, and his heart skipped a beat, worried that Jiang Han would not be able to withstand this overwhelming blow.

Fortunately, the magic circle began to work, exuding a faint light, as if Jiang Hanzheng was guarding the center of the spirit stone.

Helang took a closer look at the magic circle, but his eyes widened, and he found that the magic weapon that he had devoted all his efforts to refining hadn't reacted at all at this moment.

He took a closer look, only to find that not only the magic weapon had been stolen, but even the number of spirit stones in the magic circle had been deliberately reduced by him. The balance of the magic circle is destroyed, how can we talk about crossing the catastrophe? I am afraid that the chance of ascension will be greatly reduced.

And the only one who has the opportunity to do this is Jiang Hanzheng himself.

Helang's heart was getting heavier and heavier, and his originally sober thoughts gradually became confused like a hemp rope. Coupled with the impact of the thunder, he didn't know what to do. He was only secretly annoyed at Jiang Hanzheng's self-assertion.

If because of this he fails the mission and recycles in this world again, see how he will teach him.

Jiang Hanzheng was suffering unprecedented torture at this time. When the thunder fell, he seemed to be hit by a blow to the head. His whole body was numb.

Even though he was facing the test from the heavens and his body was enduring such great pain, his mind was full of pain, and he squeezed out a space to guess the mood of the master.

He didn't tell Master face to face that he didn't want to ascend alone, just to keep Master from being sullen.

He secretly changed the magic weapon and reduced the spirit stones, and he deliberately made this tribulation fail. As long as he can have these talismans to keep his body, then he will not be wiped out. Facing him who is frustrated, Master Of course he wouldn't be willing to blame him.

So comforting himself, even though the pain had distorted Jiang Han's face, he still gritted his teeth and squeezed out a faint smile.

The talisman that reduces lightning damage played a big role, and Jiang Hanzheng was able to breathe a sigh of relief, at least he was able to maintain a clear consciousness, which proved that his physical body had not been damaged too badly.

Jiang Hanzheng thought that he would be able to see Master again as long as he survived this tribulation, and the flickering thunder and lightning in front of him seemed to turn into a light of hope.

But even so, the thunder of catastrophe is not something monks can deal with.

Guatu, who had been hiding all this time, couldn't help but sprang out, and patted Helang's cheek anxiously with his paws, reminding him nervously: "The magic circle has broken its balance, and its defense power has been greatly reduced. He can't survive the catastrophe. If you save him, all previous efforts will be wasted!"

Helang took a deep breath and asked, "Is there any other way?"

Guatu told him truthfully: "Yes, that is to use the forbidden technique to induce thunder, and you will bear part of the catastrophe for him."

Heron nodded after a little thought, "Understood."

After finishing speaking, he sat on the ground without any hesitation, searching for related forbidden techniques, and led the newly fallen thunder of catastrophe to himself.

In short, he is the one who is about to leave, and it is meaningless to keep this life. If it can be used to exchange for Jiang Hanzheng's safety, he would like it very much.

The sky and the earth roared, and the sky was full of roaring thunder. However, the heavy rain poured down, as if it could wipe out the thunder and lightning. Jiang Han felt the thunder that lingered around him gradually dissipate, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, there were hundreds of lacerations on his body, and the refined Chinese clothes had already become tattered cloth strips, and the skin was covered with scars, bloody and bloody.

Even so, he resisted the exhaustion all over his body and opened his eyes, dragged his heavy body to get up, and looked for the figure of Master outside the smoky ruins.

After wandering around, he finally found it, but the master was sitting quietly like a sculpture, his body was covered with scorched marks, and he didn't even have a breath.

The bricks and rocks beside Helang were also cracked, and the ground was scorched black, which clearly showed that the two of them seemed to have crossed the catastrophe together, but Helang didn't have a magic circle to protect him, so naturally there was no possibility of surviving.

Jiang Han didn't dare to think about it, he just felt dizzy, his eyes turned black, and he couldn't support his body anymore, so he staggered and rushed over.

Kneeling piously on the ground, holding the stiff man in his arms, Jiang Han was full of fear.

He didn't believe that something happened to Master, not at all.

However, hot tears still slipped from the eye sockets one by one, and wet the face of the master.

He held his breath, trembling and unable to speak, all his voice seemed to be choked, he could only sob uncontrollably, and carefully wiped the scorched black marks on Heron's face with his sleeve.

Master loves to be clean, so Master must not like the way I am now.

"Master? Master? Master... Master... Master!" Jiang Hanzheng called softly first, then seriously, and repeated stubbornly for an unknown amount of time, but still no one responded.

The last cry came, and the world gradually returned to normal.

Looking up, the blue sky is vast, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, and the sky is clear for thousands of miles.

Jiang Hanzheng's world is the opposite, covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain, drenching him completely.

Even when the first thunder fell, he was never so helpless. He was brave and fearless just because he was alone in his heart. Even if he had to fight against the sky, he was not afraid at all.

But now, having lost his only concern, he has lost all hope and is in great pain. He is so weak that even an unarmed mortal can easily kill him.

Thinking about what he and his master had experienced, decades of memories resurfaced bit by bit.

But the sweeter the memory, the more tortured he was at this time.

In the first half of his life, he was miserable and helpless, and he was homeless again. He was grateful, down-to-earth, dedicated his efforts, and had a clear conscience, but why did he still have to lose his love in the end

Jiang Han was kneeling in the ruins of broken spirit stones, his face was buried in the arms of a sleeping person, and he choked for a long time before he found out in despair.

It turned out that his real robbery was not a thunderbolt, but his master.

He could not survive this catastrophe in this life, so he could only fall into the abyss, never to be recovered. Even if the physical body is still there, it is as if it has been wiped out, leaving only a wandering soul with nowhere to go.

The author has something to say: This ending is not cruel, is it? The World of Cultivating Immortals has written 100,000 characters, which is stinky and long, but it is relatively neat. I hope the fathers can still read it.

The next world is still under the year! Gong is a little lunatic and a little wolf dog [should]

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