MTL - Slag Shou Cultivating Manual-Chapter 107 Heaven

Ask who is worry-free in the world, but the gods are at ease.

The mortal mortal dwells in the realm of the earth, and lives and dies without fail.

The world's fame, wealth, prosperity and wealth, but in the long river of time, but in a blink of an eye, only the ascension of Purple House to the Xianban, is the eternal pursuit.

The past ten years have passed. An inconspicuous time in the monk's life, through the multiple methods of refining Nedan, Herron ’s search for elixir, bodhi seeds, double cultivation, and the practice of the five elements, Jiang Hanzheng ’s cultivation has also been abandoned. One step left.

It seems that Heron has spent more than a few years in this world of self-cultivation. No matter how strange the world is, he should always be bored.

Jiang Hanzheng is still enthusiastic and cheerful as a teenager. Although this cheerfulness is only for him, he has never lost the heart of the child, and still looks like a simple boy in his memory. Although Heron knew from the bottom The simplicity is different from the past, apparently just a gesture of his pretense, but this still does not hinder his love for Jiang Hanzheng.

When Jiang Han met Herang for the first time, he shuddered even when he saw him. He had a few words of communication with him and returned to the room for a night. Now, he can not only monopolize the master, but also He has similar skin and a bold attitude. It is also common to take advantage of and take advantage of opportunities.

Even so, Jiang Han's respect and love for him remain unchanged, always respectfully calling Master.

Herron once quipped: "Your cultivation is higher than mine, and you should have started teaching ten years ago."

Jiang Han frowned, casually grabbing Heron's waist, and replied firmly: "Anyway, you will always be my teacher."

He said many years ago that if Master wanted to clarify the relationship between them based on this, he would rather never grow up. What kind of cultivation is to do, to cross the robbery, compared with it, it is actually not so important.

Knowing that Jiang Han was obsessed with this, Heron pushed the person in her arms away, her face indifferent, strolled into the courtyard, looked at the falling flowers on the ground, and turned to tell him, "There is no banquet in the world."

He is happy to be full of love with Jiang Han, and to pour out all the trust and dependence on him. The close relationship between the two does not let him be rejected, but it can also taste so one or two points.

But in the final analysis, no amount of pleasure will remain the same, especially in the long and endless cultivation of the immortal world. As Jiang Hanzheng grows up, Heron realizes that the day he left is getting closer. Already.

The monks have to wait for an opportunity before going through the robbery. Perhaps between the mind and the epiphany. If we can realize the principle of all things, the true avenue, then the day of the calamity will come.

Heron had been waiting for the day that Jiang Hanzheng had been waiting for, and the day she had really left.

However, Jiang Hanzheng was rather dissatisfied with the all-pervading banquet in the world. In his inherent conception, he and the Master will never have any end.

He didn't care much and walked to the Master, raised his hand and flicked, a wooden spiritual force floated out leisurely, coiled around the big tree in front of the door, re-energized it, and within a short beard, the green shoots came out, The buds bloomed, and then there was a flowering tree, and it was a spring.

A mellow floral fragrance came, Jiang Han was chuckling, and said frankly: "It is only one step to get the Tao and become immortal. How difficult is it to live forever?"

The immortals have an endless life and immortality. Between them, they will not be troubled by the insurmountable obstacles such as death. Therefore, their feast will never end.

Heron's eyebrows were melancholy, and he didn't want to wake up Jiang Hanzheng who was still in the dream now.

Contrary to Jiang Hanzheng, his cultivation has hardly progressed in the past ten years. If he wants to become an immortal, it will take at least a hundred years, but Jiang Hanzheng can't wait for the two to join hands.

Presumably, if he frankly gave up the idea of ​​ascending the immortal at this time, Jiang Hanzheng would also quit his job, so he would also give up all his achievements.

In order to wait for Heron ’s Xiuwei to be able to stand side by side with him and realize the desire of the two to rise together and keep together, Jiang Hanzheng has deliberately suppressed Xiuwei. When Heron learned that, he could n’t help but blame him for a while. .

Although Jiang Hanzheng was docile on his face, in fact, he was also stubborn in his bones, and his mouth was wrong, but Helang knew that he still decided to go it alone.

Herron no longer forced him, and had to discuss with him kindly. "It is always bad to suppress cultivation, and this is always something you cannot suppress. You have to take a step ahead of Master to find out the immortal world is Not an interesting place, Master will naturally seek you, okay? "

Jiang Han was listening quietly, muffled, obviously thinking.

He knew that this was the most correct way, but his heart was always reluctant. What if the Master didn't come to him? Or what if Master comes too late? He doesn't want to live alone and lonely in the fairyland.

Even if the Master really came back to seek him, the practice could be less than a few years, as many as tens or hundreds of years. How could he tolerate the separation from the Master for so long?

Jiang Han answered him with his mouth, but he had his own thoughts. If he was to be known to others, he would have to be frightened. This is a madman.

After three months, the sky is like a crack, the sky is changing, the wind is rising, the thunder and lightning in the sky are like cracks, and the sky is full. If you are a monk, you will feel that all auras are rushing to one place.

These auras gathered like Jiang Hanzheng's side like a whirlpool, and lightning flashes and thunders in the sky seemed to move. They all concentrated on the top of Jiang Hanzheng's head. When the time was ripe, the real robbery was truly a robbery.

Sky robbery is a restriction of tyrannical life in nature. Only after undergoing the baptism and transformation of the sky robbery can the gods be transcendent, and most of them ca n’t help the physical damage. The next opportunity, but Herron made all the preparations, trying to be foolproof.

Urging Jiang Han to meditate meditatively, Heron was alive again beside him.

For this robbery, he had already prepared a month ago. Not only did he use the top quality spirit of 981 to lay the magic circle, but he also had several runes to alleviate the damage caused by lightning strikes, to ensure that the physical body was not damaged. The most important thing is that he used the rest of his cultivation as his refining method to overcome the robberies. With its help, no accident, Jiang Han will be able to ascend to heaven and succeed.

He will do everything, precisely because Heron has a specific plan to leave the world.

In the imagination, when Jiang Han is going through the robbery, he can pull away and teleport away from the world.

By the time Jiang Han was successfully ascended to heaven, he would be able to complete the task smoothly, everything would be settled, and he could leave successfully.

The thunderous thunder that day appeared, and when the roar came as promised, Heron stared at Jiang Hanzheng without blinking.

This thick bowl of black purple sky thunder, with a monstrous momentum, Heron just looked at it, heartbeat, worried that Jiang Han was unable to carry the overwhelming blow.

Fortunately, the Array began to play a role, exuding a faint light, and seemed to be at the center of the guardian spirit stone, Jiang Hanzheng.

Heron took a closer look at the magic array, but widened his eyes, and found that the magic weapon that had exhausted his efforts and refinement did not respond at this time.

He took a closer look and realized that not only was this magic weapon stolen, but even the spirit stones in the magic circle were deliberately reduced by a few. The balance of the front is broken, how can we talk about crossing the robbery? The probability of ascension to heaven is greatly reduced.

And the only chance to do this is Jiang Hanzheng himself.

Heron's heart was getting deeper and deeper. His original sober thoughts were gradually messed up like hemp ropes. With the impact of Tian Lei, he didn't know what to do. He only secretly exasperated Jiang Hanzheng's own proposition.

If this fails his mission, cycle through the world again, and see how he will teach him.

At this time, Jiang Han was suffering from unprecedented torture. On the day Lei descended, he seemed to be a good head, covered with numbness, and the flesh really felt the pain of the flesh. The blood continued to flow to the brain, and he was quickly stimulated by the pain.

Even though he was facing the test from heaven positively and his body was suffering so much pain, his mind was filled with pain in his head, and he squeezed a vacant space to guess Master's current mood.

He did not personally explain to the Master that he did not want to ascend by himself, just to keep the Master from being angry.

He stole the magic weapon and reduced the spirit stone, but also deliberately made this robbery fail. As long as he can keep the flesh with these a few runes, then he will not be able to die, and he will face frustration, Master. Of course he would not be willing to blame him.

Such self-consolation, although the pain had twisted Jiang Han's eyes, he clenched his teeth and squeezed out a light smile.

Fu Yan, who reduced lightning damage, played a big role, and Jiang Hanzheng was able to catch his breath, at least he can keep his consciousness, which proves that his physical body has not been damaged too much.

As long as Jiang Han was thinking that he had survived the robberies, he would be able to see Master again, and the flash of lightning in front of him seemed to turn into a light of hope.

However, the thunderbolt is not something monks can handle.

The melon rabbit that had been hiding could not help but rushed out, patted Heron's cheek anxiously with his claws, reminding him nervously: "The law circle was broken out of balance, and the protection was greatly reduced. If you save him, you will give up all your achievements! "

Heron took a deep breath and asked, "Is there any other way?"

Guatu told him truthfully: "Yes, it is to use the forbidden technique to trigger mines, and you will take part of the calamity for him."

Herlango nodded thoughtfully, "I see."

After speaking, he didn't hesitate to sit on the floor, searching for the related forbidden technique, and led the newly-fallen Thunderbolt Thunder to himself.

In short, he is the person who is about to leave, and this life is meaningless. If it can be used in exchange for Jiang Hanzheng's peace, he can't ask for it.

The world is roaring, and the sky is full of roaring thunder, but the heavy rain is pouring, as if the thunder and lightning can be poured out. Jiang Han is feeling the sky thunder lingering around him gradually dissipating, and he finally breathes a sigh of relief.

At this time, he had hundreds of lacerations on his body, and the refined Chinese clothing had already become tattered cloth strips, with scars on his skin, and his flesh was blurred.

Despite this, he opened his eyes in an endurance to exhaustion, dragged a heavy body to his feet, and looked for Master's figure outside the dusty ruins.

Going around, he finally found it, but Master is sitting still like a sculpture, his body is full of burn marks, and there is no breath.

Heron's side was also cracked by bricks and stones, and the ground was black, which clearly showed that the two seemed to be robbing together, but Heron did not have a law body to protect him, and naturally he could not survive.

Jiang Han was afraid to think about it, but felt that the sky was turning round, his eyes turned black, and he couldn't support himself anymore, and darted to pounce.

Kneeling on the ground reverently, holding the stiff man in his arms, Jiang Han was panicking.

He didn't believe what happened to Master, and didn't believe it at all.

However, the hot tears still slipped from the eye sockets, wet Master's face.

He held his breath, stunned and couldn't speak, all sounds were like choking, could not help but sobbed softly, wiping the black marks on Heron's face carefully with his sleeve.

Master loves to be clean, Master must not like the way he is now.

"Master? Master? Master ... Master ... Master!" Jiang Hanzheng called gently and then seriously, repeating stubbornly for how long, no one responded.

The last sentence fell with a crying cry, and the heavens and earth gradually returned to normal.

Looking up, the sky is vast, clouds and clouds are comfortable, and the sky is clear.

Jiang Hanzheng's world is the opposite of it, with heavy clouds, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain pouring all over him.

Even when the first thunderbolt fell, he was never so helpless. Just because he had a person in his heart, he was brave and fearless. Even if he wanted to fight against heaven, he didn't have any fear.

But now, having lost the only concern, he is desperate, suffering, and fragile enough that even defenseless mortals can easily kill him.

Thinking about the decades of memories he and Master experienced, they reappeared bit by bit.

But the sweeter the memories, the more he suffered at this time.

The first half of his life, miserable and helpless, and homeless again, he was grateful, down-to-earth, devoted his heart, and had a clear conscience, but why did he end up losing his love?

Jiang Han was kneeling in the broken spiritual stone ruins, his cheeks were buried in the arms of a sleeping person, and he took a long time to find it in despair.

It turned out that his real calamity was not a sky mine, but a master.

This calamity, which he can't survive in this life, can only fall into the abyss. Even if the flesh is still alive, it's as if it's gone, and there is only a trace of a wandering soul.

The author has something to say: Is this ending not torture? The world of Xiuxian wrote 100,000 words, it was stinky and long, but it was relatively complete. I hope that my dads can still make sense.

The next world is still the year! The attack is a little lunatic, little wolfdog type [should]

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