Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 424: Breaking the catastrophe, time and fate

“Unfair!”

“Never forget!”

“Don’t look back!!”

“Don’t kill!!”

“Qingfeng!!”

"Mingyue!!"

In the dust, names echoed one after another, and the golden body that Zhao Shouyi transformed into became more and more majestic.

"Moon?"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there was a wave that moved like a dragonfly skimming the water. The content was just two words, but it caused ripples.

Zhao Shouyi sensed the movements in his sea of ​​consciousness. He knew what those guys meant. He smiled, looked at the sky covered by the robbery clouds, and said softly: "It's the bright moon, the bright moon is rising from the sea."

As soon as Zhao Shouyi finished speaking, he saw a strange phenomenon appear over Penglai Island, spanning dozens of miles. A bright moon slowly climbed up into the night sky from the depths of the sea.

An invisible force rose up from the darkness into the sky. Zhao Shouyi seemed unaware of this scene. He had only two actions next: one was to raise the sword, and the other was to cut the sky.

Raise the sword.

Zhao Shouyi raised his arm slightly, and his Dharma body moved casually. He also raised the glittering long sword in his hand. The long sword danced, and there was a rustling sound as it broke through the air. There was a colorful divine light on the blade.

The heavenly tribulation seemed to have sensed something, and the thunder in the sky became more rapid and powerful, intending to interrupt Zhao Shouyi's sword.

Unfortunately, Zhao Shouyi seemed unaware of the divine thunder in the sky, and the sword in his hand was still pointing directly at the calamity cloud.

"Om!!"

A buzzing sound resounded through heaven and earth, and the sword light was like moonlight, drawing a waning moon in the sky. The sea was boundless, and in the dark night, only a moon remained hanging high in the sky.

Suddenly the space shook, and the vision of the bright moon rising above the sea was directly reflected into reality. The colorful divine light on the sword blade turned into sword light one by one.

One way, two ways, three ways.
The sword lights finally merged into one beam, and when it came forward, the divine thunder seemed to have touched some taboo and dissipated completely.

Day and night alternate, the moon rises and sets in the sky and the earth, and when the moon is brightest in the sky, it is the peak, which is called the lunar peak.

Zhao Shouyi shook his hand, and the long sword slashed towards the heavenly calamity.

At this moment, it is impossible to describe how stunning this sword is. A ray of sword light tore through everything, the sea, the blue waves, the sky, the calamity clouds, and even the thunder that looked extremely dangerous.

At the side, Mo Yi, who was about to destroy himself and the enemy, stopped, and saw a sword light shooting straight into the sky.

The sword light was bright and turned into endless sword energy, like mountains stretching for thousands of miles and rising from the ground, with the momentum to soar into the sky, the power to split the sky, and the heart to wipe out all demons.

Suddenly, there was a sound of wind blowing in the sky and earth, and the voice of a saint was heard in the air, and it also sounded like the roar of heaven and earth.

It seems to be saying, what is the meaning of a heavenly tribulation? Since there is a sword in my hand and a ruler in my heart, if the world is unfair, then I will use the ruler to measure the shortness of the universe and use the sword to break the mystery.

The sword light disappeared, but the sword intent remained forever. The sword intent intertwined like an erupting volcano, with magma pouring out and exploding in the sky, destroying everything in an instant.

"This..." Zhao Shouyi suddenly lowered his eyes and looked at his hand. The long sword in the Dharmakāya's hand made a few creaking sounds, and then shattered with a bang.

"After all, it is not a divine weapon, and it is difficult to withstand the power of artistic conception!"

Looking at the second moon above his head, Mo Yi's chest heaved violently. He was sure that the last sword swung by Zhao Shouyi was definitely the power of the fairyland. He was also familiar with the several auras that appeared one after another. They were the major artistic conceptions that Zhao Shouyi had comprehended. The interweaving of artistic conceptions and quantitative changes eventually led to qualitative changes.

“This is a road to immortality~~”

Mo Yi's heart was filled with complicated feelings. This time, Zhao Shouyi not only cut off the heavenly calamity, but also opened the door to the fairyland.

Affected by Zhao Shouyi's sword just now, the heavenly tribulation he was facing was also directly broken up. Therefore, Mo Yi, who had felt the power of the heavenly tribulation, was so sure that the sword just now had the power of the fairyland.

“The cost is a little bit higher.”

Zhao Shou looked behind him and saw that Mo Yi was not in a good condition at the moment. He was in a similar condition as him. He had dealt with the heavenly tribulation just now in a very miserable way. If he had not taken action to break up the heavenly tribulation, this ghost immortal might have really become a ghost.

"You saved us again."

Although what he did before was not glorious, Mo Yi would not deny the favor he received. At worst he could return it later.

"Not really, I'm just saving myself!"

Zhao Shouyi shook his head. Although the sword just now saved Mo Yi and his sister, his original intention was not to save them, but only to save himself. When one reaches her level of cultivation, yes is yes, no is no. He will not accept those things casually, which will be detrimental to his own cultivation.

“But the result is the same!”

Mo Yi looked at Zhao Shouyi deeply. The young Taoist priest in front of him was not in a good condition. The sword that had just dispersed the heavenly calamity was incredibly powerful and far beyond his ability.

With such a powerful move, the backlash force would naturally not be small, just like his last attack just now. If it had not been interrupted by Zhao Shouyi's sword, even if he could survive this wave of heavenly tribulation, it is estimated that whether his cultivation level can be preserved is another matter, and his life would probably be in danger.

"If it's inconvenient for you next time, I'll go to Tianqi for you."

Mo Yi squatted down and carefully examined the condition of the spirit fetus. After seeing that there was nothing unusual, he gently picked up the spirit fetus and walked towards his secret room. As he walked, he spoke to Zhao Shouyi.

Zhao Shou laughed.

Then he sat down on a rock beside him. He had experienced a lot today.

First, there was the incident in the long river of time. Not only was he backfired, but he also met an old guy whose depth was unknown. Speaking of which, perhaps he should check the origins of that guy. Being able to meet him in the same long river of time means that he and that person are in the same world, and the other party's comprehension of the artistic conception of time seems to be quite high.

The second is that after he left the long river of time, he faced the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder, which was a life-and-death catastrophe for him. If it were not for the last moment, when he used the power of artistic conception to comprehend the way of thunder, he would probably be just a pile of bones now.

The final catastrophe is this heavenly catastrophe.

The reason why the heavenly calamity is so terrifying is that this kind of power comes from between heaven and earth. Heaven and earth will not decline, and the power will not be exhausted. It can only wait for the weight set by heaven and earth to be offset, otherwise it will never stop.

His method of breaking up the heavenly calamity was actually not advisable. If his final blow had not reached the power of the fairyland, the price of his desperate move would have been the inability to resist the remaining heavenly thunder, and he would have been struck to death in the end.

However, there was one thing I did very well, that is, I made the right bet on the last sword. The small world constructed after the fusion of artistic conception was exactly the next step to return to the truth. Not only did I survive the heavenly tribulation, but I also found the next path to take.

“It’s time! It’s fate!!”

"If you are willing to leave, let's go together!"

(End of this chapter)