Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 420 The Tribulation of Life and Death

"Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Thunder~~"

Zhao Shouyi looked at the golden thunder so close at hand, and a thought came to his mind. He seemed to have seen this name somewhere.

But before he could think about it, the divine thunder seemed to have discovered him, the culprit, and rushed towards him.

Faced with this situation, Zhao Shouyi's first reaction was to dodge, but unfortunately he found that he was unable to move for some unknown reason.

"Don't forget, are we going too far?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shouyi could only smile bitterly. Well, he was being forced into a job.

"This is the sea of ​​consciousness, which is related to the foundation of soul cultivation. We cannot let it destroy it again. Otherwise, even if he succeeds in the end, his soul will not be able to hold on, and the consequences will be even more serious."

The words "don't forget" don't have much emotion, they seem to be stating a fact.

Zhao Shouyi seemed to hear a few more sighs. It seemed that the somewhat inhuman guy was not lying about this matter.

So he didn't plan to retreat anymore. Since they said before that they could withstand an incense stick, it meant that he would be safe within an incense stick.

As the golden thunder entered his body, he felt an extreme numbness and soreness that froze him in place. Then he felt a tearing sensation that made his soul tremble violently, as if he would be turned into ashes by this thunder in the next moment.

"Uh~~~"

Ripples began to spread across the sea of ​​consciousness, and several incarnations of artistic conception put away their previous casualness and became nervous.

The appearance of such fluctuations in the sea of ​​consciousness also meant that Zhao Shouyi was enduring inhuman pain at this moment. The pain of his soul being torn apart was no longer something that ordinary willpower could withstand. Even a ghost fairy like Mo Yi would probably go crazy, and for an ordinary person who had returned to the true state, there was a high possibility that his soul would be destroyed before he cultivated the Yang God.

Zhao Shouyi was no longer able to care about what was happening in his sea of ​​consciousness. His originally stable soul was now full of cracks. The golden thunder penetrated everywhere, and arcs of electricity shuttled through his soul, making people tremble with fear.

You should know that the spirit is the carrier of the three souls and seven spirits of a person. If something happens to the spirit, at best the person will become stupid, at worst the person will be completely destroyed.

"Are you going to take action?"

As time began to pass, the dissatisfied tone became less certain.

It is true that they are the embodiment of artistic conception, but they are also the transformation of the spiritual light in Zhao Shouyi's soul. In essence, they have a relationship of rise and fall together with Zhao Shouyi, or it can be said that the latter occupies a larger proportion.

The way of heaven is fair. It does not have too many emotions and will not retreat because of someone or something. Just like long and short, something that is one meter is longer than one inch, and the speed of light is faster than sound.

"hold on."

Buwang's tone fluctuated a little, as if he was a little hesitant about the scene in front of him, but in the end he suppressed it.

"The Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Thunder was born with the will of heaven and earth. It controls luck, examines good and evil, and avoids killing. Zhao Shouyi has a bright light in his heart, which illuminates all things in the world. His heart light is immortal, and Haoran will last forever. He also has great luck. This thunder is a disaster and an opportunity. If we take action, it will be a blessing or a curse for him!"

Without looking back, he snorted. For him, the most incompatible thing was not forgetting. But think about it, one is looking to the future, the other is reminiscing about the past, which is originally a contradictory relationship.

"That sounds nice, but you forgot one thing. Everyone is different and has their own destiny. Others may turn a disaster into a blessing, but he may not. Are you going to gamble your life for a possibility?"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, several other incarnations also began to waver. They were able to appear in Zhao Shouyi's sea of ​​consciousness, not because they were an independent existence, but because they were the product of Zhao Shouyi's thoughts. In essence, they were still Zhao Shouyi, but each incarnation was given a Tao.

Just as Zhao Shouyi felt that the incarnation of Qingfeng was wearing a green dress, this was not accidental, but more like a matter of course, because in his consciousness, this was what Qingfeng looked like.

So if one really stood at a higher level and looked at these incarnations, one would be able to find that the Qingfeng incarnation in his sea of ​​consciousness was indeed a woman, wearing a green dress, extremely beautiful, and every bit of it was in his own aesthetic taste, because it was originally a little bit of his consciousness. "It's all for ourselves, the majority obeys the minority, we can decide together whether to take action or not."

Not forgetting the shaking of his figure, it was obvious that Zhao Shouyi's current experience had affected them.

"Wait a minute!"

"There's no rush!"

"Shouldn't you believe in yourself?"

"I think we should wait!"

"wait!"

Several figures then laughed. They were not others, so they didn't know themselves. Zhao Shouyi had a courageous spirit in his bones, and they were naturally the same.

However, Zhao Shouyi had no idea about the decisions made by these incarnations. His consciousness was already beginning to blur, and he only felt that his soul was being torn apart inch by inch. The pain was so piercing that he wanted to faint immediately, but there was nothing he could do.

Every time he was about to faint, a light would quietly light up in the depths of his soul and wake him up, and then he would have to endure the pain again.

The pain came like waves, one after another, and he was like a small boat, moving forward alone in the sea. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the waves were getting higher and higher, as if the boat would be destroyed and everyone on board would die in the next moment.

"not good!"

Buping looked at a corner of Zhao Shouyi's soul beginning to dissipate, and he spoke out urgently.

"This kind of test is beyond human power. Even immortals cannot withstand the power of divine thunder. It would be difficult for him to comprehend it at this time!"

He sighed without looking back.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find the shore!"

Bu Sha muttered to himself in a gloomy tone.

"I wish the autumn wind would bring me the feeling of parting, and help me to relax."

A gentle breeze blew, and ripples suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Pick up and put down, that's for ordinary people. Knowing how to pick up and put down will make life more relaxed. But after that, is putting down the end?"

"The boundary between humans and immortals is the difference between compliance and rebellion. Humans pursue compliance with the Way of Heaven, but immortals only pursue their own Way. Picking up and putting down is not your destination. Your destination is to pick up again, to pick up those things that you think you should put down. This is the Way of the Immortal!"

Several voices echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness. The disappearance of a voice was the disappearance of an incarnation, until the last voice completely dissipated. A point of spiritual light shot up into the sky in the chaos, and the fragmented soul came together again, but there was a little mark of lightning between the eyebrows.

For a long time, Zhao Shouyi looked at the golden lightning in his hand with a vague expression. This time, he seemed to see the Naihe Bridge, the boundless sea of ​​suffering, and the underworld.

Unlike the wars in the outside world, this was the closest he had ever been to death.

“Is this the calamity of life and death?”

(End of this chapter)