I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 109
The flowers fall in spring, the grass grows in autumn, the frost wind whines across the mountains and forests, and the year of May is gone in a flash.

A faint colorful light in the sky shines through the white clouds, and the layers of thick clouds are like colorful glass, shining brightly.

On the ground, the spiritual energy that was so thick that it condensed into liquid suddenly stagnated, and the next moment, a huge long wind poured out from the cave.

"boom--"

The pure spiritual liquid collapsed, was dispersed and turned into invisible spiritual energy, scattered and rushed to the surroundings, setting off a hurricane, rustling trees, flying sand and rocks, weeds as tall as a person were bent over, and the mountains were full of green waves.

Zhang Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, clear and pure, with a smile on his face.

The imposing manner is extraordinary, and the whole body is full of aura. It is obvious that it has been condensed into a golden elixir, and it has officially entered the golden elixir stage.

Looking inside Zhang Zheng's body, the jasper in the dantian is still there, but the blue and white colors in it are more and more fused, and they are entangled with each other.

And in the jasper, there is a blue-white bead the size of a copper bell rooted in the depths, if you don't look closely, you can't tell the edge of it from the jasper.

The golden elixir condensed by a normal monk should be suspended in the dantian, with a golden light all over the body, as gorgeous as the scorching sun, the higher the quality, the purer the golden light.

Feeling the vigorous spiritual power in his body, which was more than a hundred times higher than that of the foundation building period, Zhang Zheng clenched his fists and curled the corners of his mouth involuntarily.

The "golden elixir" in her body is too far from the normal elixir, and she can't see the quality of the golden elixir she condenses.

Will it attract auspicious signs?

Who wouldn't want to achieve the perfect golden elixir? Zhang Zheng suppressed his curiosity and expectation, and stepped out of the cave.

As soon as he stepped out of the cave, he was startled by the miserable scene that greeted his eyes.

The thick and tall weeds are crumbling, and the big trees for several miles are almost only bare trunks, and the yellow and green leaves are piled up all over the ground.

Zhang Zheng was dumbfounded, what a catastrophe struck by lightning, and ended up in such a desolate scene.

Could it be caused by her condensed pill?
Zhang Zheng frowned slightly, looked up, and saw a light-colored auspicious cloud dangling on the top, faintly shining with colorful lights.

Before joy arose, his brows were first wrinkled into a line, and his eyes were fixed on the auspicious clouds that suddenly appeared.

The colorful colors permeating the auspicious clouds gradually faded, and behind the stratus clouds suddenly appeared dark and hazy, and the darkness quickly deepened, and the white clouds instantly turned into black ink-like paint.

Immediately, a few stern purple lights pierced through the clouds, like a group of purple dragons flicking their tails and taking off, walking through the thick black clouds.

Eyes filled with doubt turned to horror.

The terrifying coercion poured down, causing Zhang Zheng to stand there in a daze, unable to move.

The mind was in chaos, only the two words were enlarged and circled infinitely, like a boulder pressing down on the top.

Thunder!

Isn't the sky thunder a catastrophe that only the Nascent Soul can attract!

The dark Jieyun and Zilei Jiaolong would not give her time to find out the answer.

"Boom..."

The earth-shattering thunder was dull, with bursts of bangs, roaring to the sky, Zilong swung its tail and rushed down, turning into a black purple thunderbolt, thicker than a bucket, with an imposing aura.

Zhang Zheng was shocked, and hurriedly raised the water cover to resist. Zi Lei was already in front of him.

The dazzling purple light exploded in front of his eyes. Zhang Zheng's first reaction was that she was going to be blinded by the light, and the second reaction was the pain that hit her soul directly.

"what--"

The thunder as thick as a bucket enveloped Zhang Zheng's whole body, causing his ears to hum with pain, but he could still hear the crackling sound of thunder and lightning wantonly passing through his body.

That was the sound of human flesh being scorched!

Perhaps it was because of too many bone-deep pains that Zhang Zheng was tortured beyond recognition by the pain, yet he was able to think about something else.

Why didn't she smell the smell of barbecue on her body, she couldn't have a broken nose.

When the first thunderstorm dissipated, Zhang Zheng endured the pain and looked down. He looked like a piece of black charcoal, and his body was still smoking, with a little white smoke.

The second purple thunder fell, more than twice as powerful as the first thunder, and the black color mixed with the purple dragon became lighter.

Zhang Zheng was so painful that his eyes turned black, and he could hardly feel the existence of his body. He couldn't bear it anymore and fell to his knees.

With the momentum of destroying the sky and the earth, Zi Lei rampaged in the body, the place where it passed was scorched black, and even Dantian Biyu began to tremble weakly.

The consciousness seemed to be pulled into the dark chaos by the pain, Zhang Zheng gritted his teeth in pain, the already scorched flesh was torn apart, and the inside was also scorched black, with bright red flesh faintly visible.

Concentrate on manipulating the vortex of vitality of the nine orifices to run crazily, milky white mixed with green aura swims through the whole body, the places it passes are scorched and peeled off, the flesh and blood return to normal, and the bones are reborn.

This process is undoubtedly painful.

The thunder and lightning's front legs were scorched, and the vitality of the rear legs peeled off the scorched flesh and regenerated fresh flesh.

The former is painful, while the latter is painful and itchy.

Whether it is pain or itching, it is an unbearable torture, not to mention the two are squeezed together, there is me in you, and you in me, it is the ultimate torture.

Zhang Zheng endured so much that he was almost going crazy, his teeth were crushed, the backs of his fingers were arched, and the pads of his fingers were deeply dug into the ground. The rough sand and stones had worn away the new skin, and it was dyed bright red.

Thunder clouds enveloped half of the West Twelve Peaks. Outside Dujie, there were many people scattered in the air and on the ground, including elders and disciples.

All eyes were on the kneeling figure on the top of the West Twelve Peaks. The purple light was dazzling and compelling, arousing a lot of discussion.

In the first Qi refining period, the disciple hid behind his senior brother, poked out half of his head in excitement and fear, and exclaimed, "Oh my God! Is this the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation!"

Someone squinted at him, and mocked in a low voice: "Yuanying Leijie is a four-foot thunder, but this is just a three-foot thunder."

"Three-foot thunder?"

During the Qi refining period, the little disciple tugged on his senior brother's sleeve, tilted his head and asked in doubt: "When did the three-foot sky thunder pass through?"

The monk whose sleeves were pulled was staring intently at Zhang Zheng, who was wrapped in the sky thunder, and replied perfunctorily: "The three-foot sky thunder is also called the heart-inquiring thunder. Naturally, it is time to cross the heart."

The little disciple scratched his head, pursed his mouth and muttered in a low voice, "What is Xinlei?"

No one paid attention to her question, they just stared at Dujiedi intently, with inexplicable expressions, ranging from shock and fear, to puzzlement, to contempt and hatred.

"Rumble..."

The third sky thunder turned into a vigorous and strong thunder dragon and struck down, the purple light soared purely, and there was no black color at all.

Zhang Zheng's eyes widened to the extreme, and his mouth was opened wide as if he was suffocating.

If the first two blows were physical pain as if the soul was also in pain, then the last thunderbolt was pure pain in the soul.

She didn't know whether her body was numb or what, she just felt that her mind and soul were almost torn into pieces, and all the things she had experienced in her life flashed back and forth, just like watching flowers on horseback before death, even infants and young children she had never remembered period.

The baby girl was wrapped in tattered and dirty clothes, and the creases on the old man’s face were as deep as the ravines in the yellow earth;

A corner of the begging bowl was broken, and it was kicked away by two or three children chasing and playing, and smashed to the ground, the fragments cut his hand;
Climbing through the gaps in the rocks, a pool of clear springs, and a clump of red fruits, the master sat leisurely on the rocks, shaking his legs, "If you want to cultivate immortals, you must understand Taoism";
The people of a town in Zhangshuizhou were instantly reduced to blood mist in the formation, without a sound, and the cold and desperate tears of the old woman smashed into the wind;

In the small courtyard, the fallen flowers are reborn, and a bud emerges;
……

The picture froze suddenly, the dilapidated small temple was crumbling under the splashing wind and rain, thunder and lightning raged, the wind howled, and two warm copper plates and dirty steamed buns fell to the ground at the same time, making a clear cry.

"clang--"

(End of this chapter)