Help!Crazy apprentices actually want to commit the following crimes

Chapter 185
"Hey, Song Weiran, did you hear that?"

Qu Yi held the phonograph stone aloft, stood on the moss-wrapped rock by the waterfall, and played the recorded voice of Xuanyuan Qingshuang against the water mist in the sky.

The cool voice, as cool as dew turning into frost in early winter, passed through the unbroken water curtain for hundreds of years, penetrated into Song Weiran's deliberately neglected ears, and froze all the twilight in his heart.

The yellow sand is endless, and the state of mind without seeing the sun has become as clear as a blue, empty and quiet because of the sudden frost and cold.

The young man lowered his eyes and slightly raised his arms, only to see that his filthy white robe instantly became spotless, and the Taihe sword, which he had left aside for a long time, appeared in his hand, showing its sharpness.

The clothes fluttered, scraping the branches that appeared out of nowhere, and the eyes moved forward, the greenery quickly swept across the red land for thousands of miles, and endless green mountains rose from the ground.

Among the green mountains and clear waters, he went down the river on a bamboo raft, broke through heavy fog and mist, and passed one place after another.

Households in the barren village, because of three melons and two jujubes, the neighbors and villagers have frictions, and the utterances are filthy language and curses struck by lightning.

When meeting passers-by begging for food, he does his best to fill the stomachs of passers-by.

The gentry and gentry eat fast and chant Buddha on the fifteenth day of the lunar new year, donate money, food and incense, and are well-known for their great charity.

Behind the scenes, they disregarded human lives, turned black and white, and robbed women like bandits.

Practitioners, there are those who slay demons and demons, those who bully others with power, and those who are hypocritical...

Evil is divided into big and small, good is divided into true and false.

There is no clear distinction between black and white in the world, and a difference in one thought will eventually lead to a different ending.

Maintaining justice is the same as practicing, you have to do what you can.

There is no absolute justice in the world, but as long as you have justice in your heart, the world will always be better!
"I am willing to hold this sword and wipe out all injustices!"

Under the waterfall, the young man pointed his sword at the sky, and his every word was resounding, deafening.

Even though he was extremely embarrassed, he couldn't hide the righteousness around him.

Qu Yi's eyes widened, and he didn't know whether to keep or let go of the hand holding the phonograph stone.

Song Weiran, is he on the mend or not?

The evening wind was getting stronger, the bamboo forest was rustling, and the aura formed a cyclone, which began to stir the world.

Qu Yi looked at his bulging robes and his fangs and claws, and played Xuanyuan Qingshuang's words again.

"Hey, Song Weiran, are you okay?"

Little Orange jumped out from under the waterfall, biting Qu Yi's clothes and pulling him away, wagging his wet tail.

"what happened to you?"

After the voice fell, a thunder exploded in the ear.

Shi Nanzhu, who was out, came back and saw the thunderclouds gradually gathering in the sky, as well as the aura surging around him. He probed on the mountainside and urged Qu Yi loudly:

"Hurry up and run away, Song Weiran is about to cross the catastrophe!"

The thunder swallowed most of Shi Nanzhu's words, Qu Yi stroked his hairy arm, opened his voice and asked:

"what--

"What did you say?"

"I said Song Weiran is about to cross the Nascent Soul Tribulation, get away from him quickly!"

"Say—what—speak louder!"

Little Tangerine couldn't bear to look at it any longer, her body suddenly became dozens of times bigger, biting Qu Yi's back collar and started running wildly.

After running for a long time, I stopped on a mountain peak where I could see a waterfall but was not within the range of Lei Jie.

At that time, Qu Yi, with ragged clothes and sad eyes, looked like a woman from a good family who had been robbed.

Little Orange put her round butt on the soft grass, licked her white paws, and fiddled with the cloth strips on Qu Yi's body.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

【Son Son is about to cross the thunderstorm】

"Crossing Thunder Tribulation?"

Shi Nanzhu flew over from the sky, landed leisurely, and said:

"Yuanying Tribulation."

He paused and looked towards the sky, and added:
"There is also the Heart Demon Tribulation."

Qu Yi stood up, snapped his fingers, and immediately put on a new set of clothes.

He rubbed Little Orange's head with his hands, and looked down with heavy eyes.

"Heart Demon Jie and Nascent Soul Jie are together, this is a little troublesome!"

The moment Song Weiran came out of the cave, he knew that his cultivation was already comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, and that it would be a matter of time before he crossed the catastrophe and advanced to the next rank.

Didn't expect to encounter something like Lou Puxin's later, where he retreated instead of advancing, and even had a heart demon?

The heart demon calamity is a calamity that monks must go through before transforming into a god. After passing through, there will be no bottleneck in cultivation.

As long as you accumulate enough, promotion is a matter of course.

But once it fails, at least it will fall into the devil's way, and at worst it will be wiped out!
A cultivator at the out-of-body stage cannot say that he can overcome the calamity of the demon with confidence, so how can Song Weiran, a mere Jindan cultivator...

Now that the two kalpas are stacked together, doesn't that mean he should die?

Qu Yi paced back and forth anxiously, Xiao Juzi was affected by his emotions, his plump body circled around his feet, making meaningless howls from time to time.

"Don't worry too much, maybe it's a good thing?"

The girl put the Crouching Dragon Sword across her knees, wiped it absently with a thick handkerchief, and kept her attention on the waterfall in the mountain.

The waterfall surged down, gradually bursting with water vapor.

Countless drops of water floated into the air from the stream, and slowly, the waterfall stopped flowing, and the crystal water drops floated in the air, reflecting thousands of young men dancing swords.

Song Weiran's heart is like still water, and his sword moves with his heart.

The mind of "Taiqing Chiyang Volume" works on its own, and every move and style of "Lingxiao Sword Art" can be seen in the water drops.

One Song Weiran dances the sword, followed by countless Song Weirans.

This seems to be the true meaning of turning ten thousand swords into one sword!
The earth-shattering thunder sounded, and in the next second, the thunder in the sky suddenly flashed above the young man, and the purple thunder and lightning with the thickness of the mouth of the bowl tore apart the sky and the earth, and slammed down fiercely.

The young man is dressed in white, with fluttering blue hair.

Countless teenagers danced their sword moves in the water droplets, causing water vapor to gather in the sky.

First, the tip of the sword that rips the sky and the earth, then the sharp sword body, and finally the hilt that controls the attack——

A water sword that resembled the Taihe sword, but hundreds of times larger, was born out of thin air, and collided with the flying dragon transformed from Zilei.

Zilong roared and entangled the sword body, and rushed towards Song Weiran quickly.

The violent thunder and lightning stripped the water vapor from the sword body, the water sword became smaller and smaller, and the thunder light gradually weakened.

Between breaths, the thunderbolt, which was as thick as a bowl, shrunk to the thickness of a baby's arm, still carrying an extremely powerful pressure, it slammed into the Taihe sword mightily.

The two people who were watching on the mountain, Yihu, felt nervous, eager to step forward to help.

But when he thought of the special nature of Lei Jie, he had no choice but to suppress his anxiety, and silently prayed for Song Weiran to survive.

The boy did not disappoint them.

"...Three lives and all things, Tao follows nature."

As soon as the words fell, the evaporated water vapor recondensed into countless water swords, forming a majestic formation, which wiped away the thunder.

The Thunder Tribulation above the Transformation God level can be called the Heavenly Tribulation, and it contains the power of scourge to destroy the heavens and the earth.

The thunder calamity below Huashen is an ordinary sky thunder calamity, but three thunders are added for each level up, and the Yuanying calamity has nine thunders, so it needs to endure eight more sky thunders.

Song Weiran took a step back, looked up at the thunder clouds that were still gathering, exhaled heavily, and his expression became more serious.

　The word "Wei Ran" refers to the peaks in the southwest, the forests and valleys are especially beautiful, and those who look at the sky but are deep and beautiful are Langya. —— "Drunkard Pavilion"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)