After the ancestors fell

Chapter 150
In the clouds, the purple thunder dragon finally rushed down with a howl.

At the same time, the mysterious light around Mu Qingfeng was already ready to go, and when the purple thunder dragon was about to approach, it turned into a little light and rushed out.

Thunder Dragon, three thousand six hundred feet!

Mysterious light, as fine as dust!

One big and one small, the two met, and a shrill roar resounded through the sky.

The thunder dragon dissipated and turned into countless purple thunder lights scattered around, and purple thunders were everywhere on the ground, with a huge momentum, like a pond of thunder.

The calamity clouds in the sky are thicker and thicker, and the boundless coercion is like the calamity of destroying the world.

In the city tens of thousands of miles away from here, everyone felt the coercion. Those with the lowest cultivation level collapsed on the spot, while those with high cultivation level, such as Zhenjun Du Ruo of Danxia Mountain, immediately transmitted their voices to their fellow friends, Ready to go to see what happened.

However, they found that the purple sky and thunder were everywhere, and before they got close, there was a frightening coercion that made them unable to get close, even unable to express their spiritual consciousness.

The land of thunder calamity spreads for thousands of miles, and there is only the sound of thunder and lightning in the center, but there is no purple sky calamity thunder descending from the sky except for the thick calamity clouds.

The last one, the sixth catastrophe, has yet to come.

Although Mu Qingfeng survived the fifth level of thunder calamity, her physical body was dilapidated, her flesh and blood were flying, and her bones were clearly visible. The kung fu was running quickly in her meridians to repair her body damaged by the thunder.

At the same time, Taiwei Xuangong is also crazily absorbing the surrounding spiritual power, constantly compressing the spiritual power, the Nascent Soul in the dantian has already seen its shape, and gradually grows in the huge spiritual energy, and its eyebrows are becoming clearer and clearer , like Mu Qingfeng but also a little different.

If Mingxin sees it, he will probably feel a little surprised, because the part that is not like is like the person he used to be.

The coercion in Jieyun continued to increase, but there was no thunder and lightning in Zixiao, and it became quiet instead.Just when Mu Qingfeng's Dantian Yuanying was fully formed, a white light suddenly descended from the clouds.

At this point, the white light appeared extremely fast and disappeared quickly.

But in an instant, Mu Qingfeng disappeared in place.

The robbery clouds rolled, and the ground was still a pool of purple clouds and thunder.

Thousands of miles away, Zhenjun Du Ruozhen and several other Zhenjun Yuanying were trying to approach this side, but they were frightened by the breath of thunder coming from here, and hesitated to move forward.

"Brother Du Ruo, looking at the situation, I'm afraid that the senior will cross the catastrophe again. It would be disrespectful for us to go there rashly."

"With such momentum, even Senior Huashen's Ascension Tribulation may not have such a huge momentum. The one who survives the Tribulation is probably a monster with an unusual bloodline!"

"No, no!" A handsome male cultivator in a gold-rimmed brocade robe waved an iron fan, pointed at the purple thunder light in the sky and said, "Dear friends, please look at the thunder light here, do you remember anything?" ?”

As soon as these words were said, all the monks looked towards the purple thunder light.

Some people wondered, "When I crossed the catastrophe, most of them were red gold and orange gold thunder catastrophe. Why is the one here turned out to be purple thunder catastrophe?"

A well-informed monk suddenly exclaimed, "Is this the legendary Zixiao Thunder Tribulation?"

"What? How is this possible?"

All those present were Nascent Soul cultivators who had practiced Taoism for many years, so they naturally knew the rumors about the Zixiao Thunder Tribulation, and everyone had different thoughts.

"Could it be that the world is going to be in chaos again?" Zhenjun Du Ruo was quite a decent person, and he was a little worried when he thought of the rumors about destroying the heavens and cutting down the Dao.

"Heh——" the monk in the golden robe suddenly sneered, "How many of the rumors are true? What's more, the one who can survive the Zixiao Thunder Calamity is the easy-going generation, even if this person will What you really want to do is not what you and I can stop. If you can't get over it, why should you and I worry about it?"

"Fellow Daoist Le Heng is right. Let's wait and see if this person can survive the rumored Zixiao Thunder Tribulation."

"Yes, this is the Zixiao Thunder Tribulation ranked number one since ancient times. It is also our chance to witness this kind of Thunder Tribulation. If we can learn from it, it will be a harvest."

"Alas!" Although Zhenjun Du Ruo still had some worries, he did not go to check it out because of the power of the thunder calamity. He could only wait for the thunder calamity to pass with everyone.

Under the catastrophe cloud, the man who crossed the catastrophe, who was feared by several Nascent Soul cultivators, was sitting cross-legged and closed his eyes in the catastrophe cloud.

The last catastrophe of Zixiao Thunder Tribulation is not a simple thunder catastrophe, but a catastrophe of bitterness and delusion that affects the soul.

At this time, Mu Qingfeng was in a trance, his consciousness was chaotic, and he suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with fiery red, and there was piercing joy outside.

She looked at the gorgeous red wedding gown on her body suspiciously, and the pain of Lei Jie descending, the flesh being torn, and the pain carved into the bone marrow still remained in her memory.

The pain was so real that she couldn't help but doubt everything in front of her eyes.

who is she?Why are you here?
She also needs a wedding dress, who is she going to marry?

Firecrackers blared outside, various human voices mixed together, and a loud and clear voice was especially clear in the boiling voices.

A bright light appeared in front of her, and someone came to hold her hand.

Delicate and soft, it is a woman's hand.

Mu Qingfeng was even more puzzled.

However, this doubt did not last long, and a real memory appeared in her mind.

She finally remembered.

Her name is Ye Qionghua, her father is a down-and-out son, and now she is getting married to the richest family in the city, and her husband is very talented and learned, it is said that he is a sincere gentleman.

Everyone thinks they are talented and beautiful, and they are a godsend.

Her hand was held by a woman, and soon it was replaced with a piece of red silk, and the voice of praying to heaven and earth sounded in her ears.

Ye Qionghua struggled in her heart to complete the ceremony, and was finally sent to the wedding room.

The red candle was burned out, and the night was full of light. Ye Qionghua put on a hijab and leaned against the bed alone.

The door was opened from the outside, and footsteps came in, it was a maid.

"Ma'am, the young master said that an old friend came to visit yesterday, and he forgot the time when he was talking at night while holding candles. In order not to disturb Madam's rest, he rested in the study last night. Madam, please don't be offended."

The maid is polite, Ye Qionghua naturally doesn't blame her, she remembers that she has always been magnanimous, everyone said that she is knowledgeable, gentle and courteous, she is a rare good woman.

She tore off the hijab herself and ordered someone to fetch water to wash.

Immediately, the mother-in-law exclaimed, "Ma'am, why did you take off the hijab by yourself? It's unlucky!"

"Noisy, take it down to receive the punishment."

Ye Qionghua didn't even look at the woman, she calmly ordered, and then went to the side room to wash with the maid.

After returning, there was another man in the living room, and the consciousness in her heart told her that this was the rumored husband, whose surname seemed to be Zhuang, but she couldn't remember the name for a while.

There was a consciousness in her heart that kept telling her that this man was her lover in this life, and she wanted her to obey him with all her might, obey him, and be the best wife in the world.

Although she felt that this kind of consciousness was a bit of a jerk in her heart, the way she looked at the other party was unconsciously softer.

This person looks good, looking at Ye Qionghua with surprise in his eyes.The woman who was supposed to be punished was standing behind him, looking at her provocatively and proudly.

The husband surnamed Zhuang was originally angry, but at this time he changed his attention for some reason, and said softly: "I know you are angry because of what happened last night, but you really shouldn't vent your anger on Granny Chen, she is my mother." Although my wet nurse is quick-spoken, she is mellow and kind, and you must treat her kindly in the future."

Ye Qionghua's calm eyes swept over the two of them, nodded and did not speak.

Time is in a trance, and for some reason half a month later.

Ye Qionghua was trying rouge in the room with her maid, when her consciousness suddenly fell into the garden.

There are two people in the garden, one is her husband whom everyone praises, and the other is her old friend who came from afar.

The two were sitting in the garden drinking and playing chess, when suddenly the old friend pushed the chessboard away and let out a long sigh for no reason.

Master Zhuang asked him why he sighed for no reason.

The old friend cast him a glance, his face was full of regret, "How long have you and I known each other? In the past, when we were down and down, you never gave up and helped me several times. Now I have to meet the fairy fate, extraordinary and free from vulgarity, and enjoy endless life, and my friend You are still sinking in the world of mortals, how can I bear it?"

"Hey," Young Master Zhuang laughed, "Why do you talk about sinking? My family is rich, I have no worries about food and clothing, and I have a lovely wife by my side. Even if I live a hundred years in the world of mortals, I will be content with it."

The old friend picked up the wine glass, smiled lightly and said nothing.

When the two of them were drinking, Ye Qionghua's husband suddenly passed out at the wine table.

A dream of yellow beams, a dream of yellow beams.

After a while, he woke up from the drunken dream, sat there dazedly, and kept replaying the scene in the dream in his mind.

In the dream, he was forcibly taken by his old friend to practice in the fairy mountain. Except for the resistance at the beginning, as time went by, he gradually realized the benefits of being a fairy.

There is no injury in the heat and fire, and no fear in the cold and ice.There is no cold and heat, no birth, old age, sickness and death. The tyranny and strife in the world are like clouds in the sky. Wealth and honor are all in longevity.

"My friend, would you like to follow me to the fairy mountain to seek Taoism?"

The voice of an old friend suddenly came to his ears, waking him up from his dream.

Young Master Zhuang was a little shaken in his heart, and his face was full of hesitation.Just when he was hesitating, he suddenly raised his head and saw his wife and the maid walking from among the flowers.

Cloud clothes and fragrant temples, smiling slightly, all the flowers in the garden are in full bloom.

With a decision in his heart, he rejected the old friend's invitation, "I'm gone, how should my wife deal with herself?"

After saying this, the old friend got up immediately, "Since that's the case, I'm leaving, and we will see you again by fate!"

After speaking, he turned around and left, and within a few steps, he disappeared without a trace.

A few days later, Young Master Zhuang went out in a carriage, halfway there, the shaft of the carriage broke suddenly, and he had to return home.

After returning, he found that the mansion was empty, and felt strange in his heart. When he walked to his own yard, there was a burst of male and female laughter. He lay down by the window and looked at it, and suddenly became furious, drew his long sword and rushed in.

At this time, Ye Qionghua was sitting by the window alone, looking at the scenery outside, always had a weird feeling, as if all of this was fake, but another thought in his heart kept saying it was true.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open from the outside.Her husband, with red eyes and holding a sword, rushed in angrily.

puff!

Ye Qionghua's eyes widened instantly, and she looked at her stomach in disbelief, which was pierced by the long sword.

There was no pain as imagined, but she clearly felt that the cold sword was gradually warming up in her blood.

Doubt is greater than fear of death.

This is not over yet, her husband's eyes were full of hatred, he pulled out the sword from her stomach, then swung his sword hard, beheaded her, then walked outside with her head, hanging it on the tree on the tip.

And just like that, she died.

Ye Qionghua's soul left her body, and she watched her husband hang her head outside at random, and then went out angrily, and not long after, she met her old friend who had left long ago, the two looked at each other for a moment, suddenly laughed, and left hand in hand.

She suddenly felt a strong resentment in her heart, not reconciled to death, not reconciled to the past in her memory, and even less reconciled to this cloud-like reality.

Suddenly, a light appeared in front of her eyes, and out of thin air, a beautiful young woman appeared, wearing a purple gauze dress with bare shoulders and waist, her words and deeds were different from any good woman she had ever seen in her memory.

"Who are you?" Ye Qionghua's voice sounded hoarse.

The woman laughed, and the purple fluffy ornaments around her ears kept shaking with her smile.

"You forgot me, but I remember you. Today, I saved you."

After finishing speaking, a purple golden bell appeared out of thin air in her hand, and she shook it lightly in the air, and the broken corpse on the ground was instantly scattered with starlight, and finally there was no trace.

"Look, I really saved you, and you are still alive."

Ye Qionghua learned the truth from the woman. It turned out that Young Master Zhuang had just killed him in anger when he saw her having an affair with someone from outside the window.The woman used the purple golden bell to cast an illusion to save her.

"Why did he see me having an affair?"

Knowing the truth, she was still unwilling and still angry.

"Your husband killed you because he was bewitched, not out of his own heart. Would you blame him?"

"Blame? Who are you?" Ye Qionghua looked at the other party coldly, with undisguised suspicion in his eyes.

The woman smiled sweetly, "I am Baiyushan Luoshui Immortal, and your husband's old friend is Yuzhoushan Baidi Immortal, because your husband is a man of destiny in this world, destined to cultivate immortality and save the common people, but he is greedy for the world of mortals He didn't want to become an immortal, so Immortal Bai Zhai designed to make him sever his worldly thoughts and follow him to Yuzhou Mountain to practice immortality."

"Since my existence makes him greedy for the world of mortals, wouldn't it be better for you if I die completely? Why do you still save me? Are you not afraid that he will find out the truth one day?" Ye Qionghua suppressed the anger in his heart, looked directly at the other party, The awe of the immortals in the past is gone.

"So what if you found out? Just because of what he saw, he didn't even give you a chance to explain, and he didn't even hesitate to kill you. It can be seen that you are not important to him at all, and he has long wanted to abandon you Yes, but because of secular ethics, he can't do the thing of abandoning it for no reason. Now that there is such a good excuse, how can he let it go?"

Of course Ye Qionghua understood what she said, even more clearly than what she said.

Ye Qionghua's eyes were red, and she raised her head, feeling as if a stone had been pressed in her heart, "Since that's the case, I have nothing to do with him. He cultivates his immortality, and I will be mine."

Luo Shui shook his head, "I don't do things to save people for no reason. You take me as your teacher, and I will teach you the way of cultivating immortals. If you succeed in cultivating the Tao in the future, I want you to kill your husband yourself and take away his destiny. how?"

"I will not do it!"

Ye Qionghua refused loudly without any hesitation.

(End of this chapter)