After I worshipped Bodhi, I was invincible

Chapter 46 Control the sea, shocking changes!

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

The juice on the epidermis was wet against the hair, pain and fear eroded the tendons of the dantian like poisonous insects.

As Shuxiu went to die, there were intermittent sounds of sword clashing behind him.

Zhou Zhiyu wiped away the tears on his face, clenched the flying knife tightly in his hand, thinking in his heart that he would perish with the people in the forest.

Enduring the pain, she staggered and stood up.

Clenching the handle of the knife tightly with his fingers, his eyes swept across the shadow of the tree in front of him, and screams came from the hazy white smoke.

She stayed where she was, recalling Shuxiu's instructions before he died again in her mind.

Live, live to be admitted to Taixu!

If she dies, there will be nothing left, she will sacrifice in vain, and the thousand years of practice will be in vain.

Zhou Zhiyu's fingers trembled, and the flying knife clenched in his palm fell to the ground.

She covered her head and squatted slowly on the ground, buried her head in her arms, and cried in a low voice, choking on her sobs.

There seemed to be a faint sound of turbulent waves coming from the sea in front of him, Zhou Zhiyu only felt some noisy reverberations in his head, and these sounds were stuffed into his ears without hesitation.

Live, must live.

She can't die in vain, she can't die in vain because of me...

——"Chuck, blah!"

Heavy footsteps came from the woods, dragging the leaves, and there was a muffled "rustling" sound.

Zhou Zhiyu's pupils were slightly dilated, her curled up body was tense, her numb fingers approached the throwing knife that fell on the ground, in a trance, Zhou Zhiyu heard her own rapid breathing.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the familiar breath came from Renxiu.

……

"Immortal head, can there be non-human monks here? Didn't someone come to kill a tree demon before? I guess it has been dealt with cleanly?"

A female cultivator holds a long sword in her hand. She cuts off thorns and bushes with her hand, and looks forward.

"There's no harm in looking for it, just take it as a chance, maybe you can meet the bait of the answer, and walking around is better than staying where you are and being bored."

In the dark woods, two men held torches in their hands, illuminating the surrounding environment with a warm yellow halo.

When the two were walking forward, they suddenly saw a cold light stabbing towards them.

The female cultivator reacted quickly, she turned sideways sharply, the throwing knife brushed her shoulder and shot past, and plunged into the tree trunk with a "crack".

Blood gushed out from the shoulder, soaking through the white gauze, leaving a frightening bloodstain.

"Be careful!" the nun yelled.

Under the cold light of the sundial, the female cultivator had a horizontal sword in front of her. She took advantage of the situation and turned a sword flower, and killed it under the cover of trees.

Another Renxiu followed closely behind.

The rustling sound echoed in the bushes, and two figures passed through the bushes, rolling up large pieces of sand, gravel and fallen leaves.

Dangdang!
The blade of the sword collided with the flying knife, and a flame burst out.

Not long after, the two saw a cardamom girl with light green skin and wheat awns standing under the tree.

The girl used her strength to use the throwing knife, the blue juice flowed all over her body, and under the festered skin were whitish plant veins.

"Sure enough, there is a demon. You and I will work together to take the head!" the female cultivator shouted.

With a flash of her figure, she killed with a sword.

At this moment, a glaring white light suddenly flashed across the sky, and within the turbulent dark clouds, there seemed to be a mighty force pressing down angrily.

The sharp lightning tore through the sky, like drums and thunder, deafening!
The sea water on the south bank also suddenly rose and rolled. Under the cold light of the moon, snow-like waves rolled towards the trees on the bank.

The situation suddenly changed, and the wind suddenly rose!
The female cultivator was horrified, under the white lightning, a cyan figure flew in the dark clouds.

The figure flew into the sky with a wave of water, the deer's horns caused the thunder to roar, and the slender dragon's tail caused the clouds to entwine. She stepped on the dark clouds with her feet and jumped up, as if walking in the water. Flowing water light.

She caused the shocking changes in the world and the tumbling sea water?
This is impossible!
Even if it is a dragon, it is impossible to cast spells in the formation, no... not right...

The female cultivator was a little dazed, she did not use magic spells to control the sea, but relied entirely on her body and instincts!
"Elder Immortal, retreat quickly!" the male cultivator beside her shouted.

As soon as this sentence came out, the dazed female cultivator was pulled back. She frowned, suppressed the fear in her heart, and turned around and ran towards the northern plain.

The terrifying power brewing in the clouds is like the fairy family's true formula for controlling thunder.

Although this is an ordinary spell, but when it is used in the Isle of Darkness, it makes her feel a sense of fear, the kind of fear that comes from instinct and awe of nature.

She was also a human being before her ascension. For ordinary people, floods, earthquakes, tsunamis...

Under these disasters, people are vulnerable like ants.

Above the churning clouds.

Ao Qing turned her body and manipulated the weather according to the water vapor and wind. In an instant, lightning flashed in the gathered clouds, and the sea water also condensed into water mist and merged into the dark clouds.

She didn't understand the principle, she just tried to stir the sea water and set off waves in the sea.

The dragon body seems to have a natural response to the wind and rain. After several attempts, Ao Qing could detect some faint streamers.

It may be similar to cells in nature, and as long as she finds the law of this faint streamer, and then guides and transforms it, she can control Hai Zongyun.

He leaned over and looked at the white smoke filling the Minghun Island, in the white smoke could be seen broken limbs and arms, and blood flowed like a river.

Nine out of ten non-human cultivators have been brutally killed, and there are only a few demon cultivators left.

This assessment, at the moment when the poisonous smoke ignited, became a hell for inhuman monks, a carnival feast for all monks.

Frowning, Ao Qing's eyes suddenly turned cold.

She raised her eyes to the sky, the clouds covered her body, and her fingers followed the faint stream of light to attract water vapor, submerging the light spots like broken stars in the dark clouds.

There seemed to be bright stars floating up and down in the clouds, and lightning flashed across the eye.

"Boom!"

Another burst of thunder shook the sky.

Ao Qing jumped up, urging the rainwater, and in an instant, thousands of water vapor poured down!

The rain was pattering, and the cold wind blew up on the ground.

The heavy rain extinguished the burning fire, the cold wind blew away the thick poisonous smoke, the limbs and arms in the jungle and the plain were soaked in blood, and the smell of blood was mixed with the smell of moist soil.

The poisonous smoke disappears, and everything is moisturized.

……

The non-human monk who escaped by chance looked at the dark clouds in the sky and felt the faint sting of rainwater sliding over the wound.

They fell to their knees, sniffing the blood in the air.

The poisonous smoke dissipated, which meant that the massacre was over, and this rain was a real blessing.

Zhou Zhiyu's face showed unconcealable surprise and awe.

The rain drops on the green skin, like the first nectar in early spring, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently, when the rain falls, everything recovers and grows against the wind.

Zhou Zhiyu didn't know whether it was tears or rain on her face, she just stared blankly at the figure in the clouds.

Compared to swords and spells, it seems that there is only this moment that Zhou Zhiyu has truly worshiped.

That kind of gratitude from the bottom of my heart.

She wiped the rain from her face, bowed to the blurred figure in the clouds, and bowed deeply.

In the woods, the other non-human monks were also shocked.

As if the rain was a ray of light in the darkness, their precarious lives were pulled back, the poisonous smoke had dissipated, and there was no need to sit and wait to be slaughtered!

It was raining heavily, and the night wind rustled.

The girl in the mountain was sitting on the tree trunk, looking up at the clouds and mist in the sky. She held a huge fan in her hand, and the fan covered her head, covering most of the rain.

"It's not easy to be able to make clouds and rain in the formation."

The young girl's skin was like fat, her bones were naturally charming, her slender fingers were gripping the handle of the fan, and her fair legs were covered by a brocade cloud robe.

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