Divine Book Era

Chapter 237 Sands of Time
In the Cold Moon Palace, Liu Xiu was eating some delicacies, but in the remote barren generation, Mu Lingxi was surviving tribulation.

To say that he will cross the catastrophe in a month's time is actually just a lie.

The real time to cross the catastrophe is three days later.

The Nine Tribulations of Yuanshen, the further back, the greater the number of calamities, the more ferocious, the more astonishing the lethality.Many monks often died under the catastrophe, and were beaten to ashes by the terrifying catastrophe; some powerful monks survived the catastrophe, but were also besieged and killed by the strong, and were beaten to death in weakness.

To some extent, the so-called human robbery is more terrifying and ferocious than the natural robbery.

As the saying goes, the wall falls and everyone pushes.

But many times, the wall hadn't fallen down, but everyone pushed it up, and the wall, which had nothing to do with itself, was finally pushed down alive.

In many cases, Crossing the Tribulation was like an introduction, attracting countless strong men to besiege, and as a result, most of the monks were killed.

Mu Lingxi also needs to overcome the tribulation, and attack the eight calamities of the primordial spirit, and only with further strength can he gain a foothold.

Time waits for no one. Originally, she should be consolidating the foundation, constantly polishing the foundation, and constantly tempering until she has ten levels of confidence, and can quickly pass through the calamity without a trace of weakness. The strong besieged and killed, and they could deal with it calmly.

It's just that time waits for no one, you are improving, and the enemy is also improving.

Even if the aptitude is shocking, the cultivation base is shocking, and the strength is extremely tyrannical, it is no longer enough.The enemy will not give you time to grow, once your cultivation slows down a step, you may be killed by the enemy.There is not enough time, there is not enough time at all, to polish the foundation and tamp the foundation.

Nowadays, there are only three levels of opportunities to attack the Eight Tribulations of Yuanshen.

Even if she survives the catastrophe, she will fall into a period of weakness, but she has no choice, and time waits for no one. Fortunately, she still has some cards.

Just in case, Mu Lingxi entrusted Liu Xiu in the Cold Moon Palace and asked Nalan Ruyan to take care of her. Once she passed the catastrophe and fell, Nalan Ruyan would replace her and take care of Liu Xiu...

A day later, the wood spirit rhinoceros appeared on an island in the south. It was extremely wild and sparsely populated, and it was a good place to cross the catastrophe.

"Boom boom boom!"

I saw black clouds overwhelming the city, and countless black cloud points were continuously condensed, the more condensed, the denser, like mountains and seas, and in the black robbery clouds, fist-sized thunder and lightning, like raindrops, hula la The impact came, with a sense of tearing and destruction.

Mu Lingxi tapped his fingers, and suddenly, thunder balls exploded violently, the tyrannical mana bombarded the purple casserole of the thunder balls, the violent power flashed, and calamities were bound to happen, and it was difficult to hurt even the slightest bit.

Boom boom boom!

At this time, Jieyun changed again, turned into a bewitching color, a gust of calamity was brewing, and five thunder and lightning generals flew out of the robbery cloud. With only the power of destruction, thunder and lightning flashed all over his body, holding the thunder hammer in his right hand, he threw himself at Mu Lingxi.

Immediately, Mu Lingxi's face changed slightly.

"The generals of thunder and lightning all have the cultivation base of the Seven Tribulations of Primordial Spirit. They have no sanity, are not afraid of pain, are not afraid of death, and are extremely difficult to deal with... Fortunately, these generals of thunder and lightning have relatively dull moves, and they are not as powerful as the general Seven Tribulations of Primordial Spirit. A monk's flexible attack!"

Mu Lingxi's current cultivation base is only seven calamities of Yuanshen; but for now, he has to face the siege of five thunder and lightning generals.

Mu Lingxi didn't keep her hand anymore, only by going all out could she have a glimmer of life. Immediately, she put on the lotus battle armor and held the lotus sword in her hand.

"Qinglian Sword Song!"

The wood spirit rhinoceros sword moved, and the blue lotus blossoms slowly bloomed on the edge of the sword. They were extremely beautiful and holy, with temptation and beauty, and killed the five thunder and lightning generals.

Blossoming lotus flowers bloomed all around, bursting out with destructive power.

Boom boom boom!
Explosions continued, and five Thor generals were instantly killed.

In just one move, the five thunder and lightning generals were killed, and the price was that Mu Lingxi's mana had consumed as much as three floors.

Running the acupoints all over his body, absorbing the spiritual energy around him, making up for his own loss, but found that the space around him was locked, and he couldn't absorb a trace of spiritual energy at all, and couldn't make up for the loss of his own spiritual energy.

In a hurry, Mu Lingxi swallowed some elixir, and quickly refined the elixir. Suddenly, the violent power of the medicine surged, turning into traces of aura, which were quickly refined into mana, but the refining speed was relatively slow. Slowly, it will take a while to stimulate the medicinal power.

Boom boom boom!
At this time, Jieyun's color changed and turned golden.

Mu Lingxi's face changed again, and her expression became serious, maybe she will die in doom!

Before crossing the catastrophe, many monks were well-prepared and thought they could survive the catastrophe, but in the process of crossing the catastrophe, they still seemed not prepared enough, and many monks still died in the catastrophe.

Brush brush!
I saw a piece of sand flying out of the robbery cloud, the sand was extremely soft, like sand in a river, falling down one after another.

Wood Lingxi waved the long sword, and bombarded away, the violent power swept across, but it was useless at all, the sand fell down one after another, wrapped Wood Lingxi, and the sand fell on Wood Lingxi, and suddenly disappeared, as if blending into Out of her body in general.

"Sands of Time!"

Mu Lingxi felt the life span on his body disappearing bit by bit, like quicksand on his fingertips, he couldn't hold it no matter what.

Ordinary mortals have a lifespan of only a hundred years, but monks practice for longevity.Condensing the primordial spirit, at least 300 years of lifespan, and every time a calamity is passed, the lifespan will increase, and the average soul monk can only live for 3000 years after going through seven calamities.

And she has outstanding aptitude, and her lifespan is 4000 years.

But at this moment, Shouyuan is like quicksand, passing away continuously.

The eighth calamity of Yuanshen, time calamity.

The calamity of time that needs to be experienced, the sand of time washes down, continuously deprives the life essence and reduces the lifespan, it can be regarded as the punishment of heaven for the monk's longevity!
The monk pursued longevity, and snatched the longevity from God, and turned it into a gift for longevity.

And the time calamity is the catastrophe of heaven that evolves into the river of time, directly depriving the monks of their lifespan, and depriving the monks of their lifespan little by little, like a countdown to death, making the monks gradually go to despair. The huge contrast is enough Let some monks collapse on the spot.

It is easy and difficult to survive this catastrophe.

It's very easy, just because the sands of time only last for an hour; after an hour, the sands of time will naturally disperse.

Under the attack of the sands of time, if you persist for an hour, your life energy is not exhausted, and if you are still alive, you have passed the time calamity; if your life energy is exhausted by the sands of time within an hour, you are dead.

Brush brush!
As the sands of time fell, Mu Lingxi felt that his life was cut off a little bit.

One day, two days, three days, ten days, one month...

One month, two months, three months, ten months...

One year, two years, three years, ten years, a hundred years...

100 years, 200 years, 300 years, 400 years...

At the beginning, time passed very slowly, but later on, the passage became faster and faster. The wood spirit was urging all kinds of treasures to protect this body and resist the invasion of the sands of time, but it was useless at all. All people are fair.

(End of this chapter)