The sword is the devil

Chapter 388
Hou Niao must mobilize Zifu to follow the trend of this life cycle.

At this moment, an inexplicable fluctuation suddenly appeared in the crater, a violent shock of inspiration, rolling with bursts of smoke, as if something was happening inside the volcano?
Hou Tiao has a warning in his heart, knowing that the general situation is not good, he chooses the opportunity to go to the top and hits Mrs. Bamboo's celestial phenomenon of forming alchemy.

This is a coincidence?Or is it a warning from the Dao of Heaven to his chaotic situation?

Immediately stop Zifu's external communication. Although I haven't experienced it, I have never eaten pork and seen pigs running. The experience of countless seniors has proved one thing. How stupid it is to fish in troubled waters when others are in troubled waters thing.

Tiandao has never been soft on such a person who steals Dao, let him face the test of Jindan Tribulation Thunder with a little cultivator of Xuanxuan, he is not that big of a face.

He just turned off the Zifu map here, and there was already a thundercloud in the sky, which made him feel lucky in his heart. Fortunately, he stopped early, otherwise the thundercloud would also cover him. back.

This old lady knows how to pick her time!

Not only he felt it, but other monks of Zhudao also felt it. In fact, almost everyone on the island, including mortals, felt it.

Because the movement of the crater is like a sign before a large eruption.

Several flying boats hovered in the air, and on them were all the islanders on Bamboo Island, as well as all their property, which was the result of their tidying up over the past month.

They have already thought about how to deal with it. If the master succeeds, they will prepare flowers and ribbons and sing congratulatory words; if the master fails and the volcano erupts, they will go far away and escape.

Watching from a distance, I feel uneasy.

The thunderclouds are getting thicker and thicker, and there are faint lightning and thunder in the clouds, which seems to represent the wrath of heaven.

When the gathering was thick, there was a 'click', and a blue thunderbolt thicker than an arm flashed in the air, catching the thundercloud at one end, and smashing into the crater at the other end...

Hou Tiao felt the same way, although he was not directly struck by lightning, but he was struck by someone else, and he was scared in his heart. With such a thunderous force, his idea of ​​using the thunderbolt to exercise himself was shattered.

It's better to be honest, this kind of strength is not something that his thunder can bear.

It was as if the ground was shaking. It was not only the power of the thunder, but also a sign that the restraining circle in the crater was loosening.

The first strike of thunder had such power and influence. I don't know how far the next blow will reach?
Before the second thunderbolt strikes, a figure stands proudly in the thick smoke of the crater. If it's not Mrs. Bamboo, who is it?
All over the body, the traces of being struck by lightning are obvious, and the feathers are broken, faintly, still proudly, singing to the sky,

"... Nine ranks of immortality, displaying majestic nature. Bamboo contains ancient festivals, and flowers bloom to see the frontier!"

With a sound of 'click', the second blue thunderbolt strikes down, the color is darker blue, and the light is clear.

Mrs. Bamboo turned into a nine-knotted bamboo, and pushed her up inch by inch, but the thunderbolt made her shrink back a foot. It was a thrilling experience, which made people tremble with fear; seeing that the nine-knotted bamboo was about to be crushed, the time for the thunder had passed, When the pressure was gone, he finally survived this hurdle.

But what about next time?Even a person like Hou Tiao who has no experience in crossing tribulations can see that Mrs. Zhu is now at the end of her strength and at the end of her career.

The blow of the thunder this time destroyed her feathers, she exposed her nature, raised her head, and glared at the sky!

Jiujiezhu Dao Body is her last resort, and now she, including Dao Body Mana Spirit, is in an extremely weak state, only the will is still firm, supporting her indomitable.

Under the catastrophe, where can you hide?

Hou Tiao could hear the sound of wailing, this was how the disciples hurt their master, but Mrs. Zhu was unafraid.

"...You guys, don't go my way! But if everything can be turned back, I will still choose this way!"

Proudly, the third thunderbolt strikes down, blue with purple, already contains a trace of the power of the great way!
Under such heavenly power, the will of human beings seemed so ridiculous, Mrs. Bamboo was wiped out in the thunder, leaving nothing behind.

... The mantis is stubborn and suspicious, and the ring around his neck is still unyielding.

In the sky, the thunderclouds began to dissipate; but the shaking on the ground became more and more intense.

The catastrophe dissipated, and man-made disasters began.

The dense smoke from the crater suddenly cleared, and then, a flame shot up into the sky, bringing out a huge cloud of smoke; the magic circle failed, and the Zhudao Volcano, which had been suppressed for hundreds of years, was finally able to vent everything.

In the sky, a few flying boats are drifting away in a lingering manner. With such a volcanic eruption, Zhudao will no longer be as grand as it used to be. The plants on the island will be burned by magma and the air will be suffocated. It is an alternative cycle of nature. .

In order to restore the old appearance, it will not take more than ten or ten years, but monks must try their best to cultivate it, and the environment and climate conditions are various; it is foreseeable that this place will return to its isolated island form more than a hundred years ago.

They all left, but there was one person who chose to stay!
Because his impulse to go to the top is still there, and it has not disappeared because of the human tragedy in front of him, but it has become more intense.

And he also concluded that this was not a misjudgment by the inner demon, or that he had already reached the threshold of the natural realm, and he was just a step away!
Even witnessing the failure of others with his own eyes could not shake his determination in the slightest.

Mrs. Bamboo is an ordinary member of all living beings in the practice world. She is not ashamed, but also has something to sing and cry about.

She knew what the right way was, so she left the right way to her disciples.

She knew that if she wanted to go further, she could only go against the sky, so she chose to face the difficulties by herself.

Don't think about it, she has done a lot of bad things, calculated from beginning to end, but it doesn't mean that she is a heinous person; at least she knows what is good and what is evil, and before starting a new journey, she will kill her without hesitation. Break the past, even if this past will be very useful to her.

This is a monk who does not use any means to climb up, she is like this, and so is Hou Niao.

Billows of smoke and dust fell, covering his hair and clothes, and soon, from the sky down, it was no longer possible to distinguish the human form.

Hold still.

The volcanic eruption has been continuing. This is an underground force that has been suffocated for hundreds of years. Today, it finally found a chance to vent.

Under such a vision, no living beings can survive; those with wings can fly away, and those with gills can wander away, but those who only have feet and roots can suffer.

There is nowhere to run.

A few days later, the bamboo island, which was once full of vitality and covered with green, completely changed its appearance, turning into a dusty desert island, and the scorching temperature made it impossible for any life to survive.

Hou Niao also left and was buried in the volcanic ash, one foot, several feet, more than ten feet... No one knew that there was still a monk who was infatuated here.

He is waiting!
Wait for the miracle of life!

Because he knows that life can always find a way to continue, which is the origin of life!
Day after day, month after month, year after year.

The erupting volcano began to become intermittent after venting, and then became silent again, and the power to vent the next time was accumulated in the silence.

The sea breeze blows, the waves beat, the spring tide and autumn rain, the temperature of the deserted island slowly drops.

After hearing about the sudden change in Zhudao, some practitioners came to check it out, but gradually no one cared about it.

Three years later, after another spring rain, somewhere on a deserted island, a seed dropped by the poop of a migratory bird quietly germinated underground...

At the same time, someone's purple mansion several feet underground also began to respond, it was a connection from nature!

As the grass seeds germinated and lifted the ground, Hou Tiao opened his eyes, and the natural environment came quietly.

... There is no leisure in a lifetime, and it is a fairy to be able to appreciate nature.The dust is all over the ground and you don't want to sweep it. After the rain, you can roll up the curtains to see the sky.

(End of this chapter)