Chapter 394 Qingling God [ask for monthly votes]
It was obvious that the thundercloud had become much smaller, but many people subconsciously retreated a distance.
"boom!"
Yellow thunder fell, and the entire sky was filled with a destructive force.
"Fight!"
At this time, a rapid piano sound sounded.
"Chirp!"
A crisp bird song sounded immediately after the sound of the piano.
The three light groups flying around Xu Yuyu suddenly merged together and turned into a three-headed divine bird, which expanded into a huge size of more than ten meters, gathering Xu Yuyu underneath like a hen protecting its food.
Thunder fell one after another, and the music below became more and more urgent. Everyone clearly felt that the mana fluctuations of the people on the Tribulation Platform began to become unstable.
It made many people sweat, and at the same time they stared at the thunderclouds in the sky, hoping that it would end soon, and hope that as many of them would fall as possible.
In the end, under everyone's anxious and conflicting mood, the third wave of thunderclouds only fell eight times, and the ninth wave, which lasted for a long time, still failed to break down and dissipated.
"well!"
Looking at this scene, many people sighed inwardly.
The Thunder Tribulation of the Infant God is called the Four-Nine Small Heavenly Tribulation. Theoretically, it is generally between three-nine and four-nine. Once it reaches four-nine, it means the possibility of becoming an immortal.
At thirty-nine, there is little hope.
It would be terrifying if it could exceed four-nine and reach six-nine heavenly tribulations. After all, the tribulations that many monks in the tribulation-transcending stage have only experienced are at this level. Of course, the power cannot be the same.
Of course, this is just a rule, not a law, and it is completely different from the matter of true rune species that determines the foundation.
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As the thunder tribulation dissipated, special Taoist aggregates and spirituality began to appear in the sky.
On the tribulation platform, the formation also quietly dissipated.
Xu Yuyu's dusty figure floated up from it. A long harp revolved around him, and three larks accompanied him.
Xu Yuyu was floating in the air at the moment, with his eyes closed, entangled and lifted up by thousands of Tao Yun.
After a moment, the three birds suddenly rushed into the Changqin, and the Changqin turned into a mini piano, hovering between his eyebrows.
A little man about a foot tall suddenly emerged from his eyebrows, holding a long harp that was a bit huge for him in his arms.
The villain held Qin, left his body, jumped into the air, and bowed to everyone.
"Congratulations to Qingling Shenjun for understanding the true Dharma and becoming a baby god!" Seeing this, everyone around him returned the favor and congratulated him.
Qingling, Xu Yuyu’s Taoist name, he can call himself Qinglingzi from now on!
"I've met all of you fellow Taoists. Thank you so much for all the protectors!" Xu Yuyu's kind voice resounded throughout the sky.
"Okay, the Infant God has just become a god, go back and stabilize your cultivation!" Below, the two Yuanshen were undergoing an overhaul, and the one suspected to be the elder Xu Yuyu spoke.
"Respect the decree of the ancestor!" Xu Yuyu's infant god hugged Changqin and submerged into the body again. On the tribulation platform, the formation was activated again. However, this time it is no longer a defensive stance, but auxiliary formations such as spirit gathering and enlightenment.
Seeing this, many people bowed to the top of the mountain and began to leave one after another.
Wang Zijia came back to his senses slightly and looked at each other with his fellow juniors. Gu Yuebai looked at Wang Zijia and said, "Junior brother, are you going to sit with me?"
"No!" Wang Zijia signaled to Qiu Lianggong beside him for a moment and said, "I specifically asked Senior Brother Lianggong to help with the Zhenmai building today!"
"Then you're busy, let's talk when you have time!" Gu Yuebai bowed, turned and left.
Wang Zijia looked at Qiu Lianggong, who was standing quietly beside him, and said, "Brother, let's go too!"
"Well!" Qiu Lianggong looked at Xu Yuyu below, not knowing what he was thinking of, and his expression was a little dazed.
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The two left Qifeng and flew towards White Peach Peak.
In the process of rushing, Qiu Lianggong suddenly lost his previous conversational nature and became somewhat silent.
The two came to Baitao Peak and erected the building at the foot of the mountain, a place they had chosen long ago.
Qiu Lianggong was a little absent-minded, so that most of the connection work was done by Wang Zijia himself.
Wang Zijia can probably guess what the other person is thinking, and can also slightly understand the other person's complicated mood.
After all...Qiu Lianggong is not young anymore, starting at at least four hundred, and maybe even older than Xu Yuyu.
At this age, it is already imminent for a real person who aspires to become a baby god.
But there is no point in rushing. It is as strong as ten thousand universes. After countless years of development, there are only a thousand divine kings, including Yuanshen and the old monster who transcends the tribulation.
The birth of every divine king is indispensable to chance, luck, character, and talent!
For the entire sect, cultivating an infant god also depends on luck.
"Okay!" After a long time, after completing the placement of the entire Zhenmai building, Qiu Lianggong looked at it for a moment and said, "That's it for today!"
"Senior brother, don't you want to sit at my place?" Wang Zijia asked.
Qiu Lianggong shook his head and said: "Forget it, let's talk about it another day when we have time."
"Okay!" Seeing this, Wang Zijia didn't do much to persuade him.
After the two bowed, Qiu Lianggong turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the horizon.
"Infant God... This first natural chasm on the road to practice has blocked and shattered the dreams of so many monks!" Wang Zijia watched the other party leave for a long time before whispering and sighing.
He shook his head, stopped thinking, floated up the mountain, and returned to Baitao Tower.
A day to start daily talisman making and accumulate knowledge.
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In the evening, after dinner, Wang Zijia did not go to Taoyuan Niwai with Xiang Feifei, but returned to the practice room early.
He took out his identity card and entered the fairyland.
Sure enough, as soon as he entered the big square, Wang Zijia felt that the square today was much more lively than usual.
The square usually only had thousands of people, but today there were at least tens of thousands, and there were really many real people, all gathered together.
Many of them were on missions outside, and they came online to ask about the situation after hearing the news.
Even more of them did not immediately enter the back hall, but had their own small circles, discussing enthusiastically in the square.
Wang Zijia also spent half a quarter of an hour in the square before crossing the square and entering the circle that Yan Qimeng brought him into.
There were also more people here today, with a scale of nearly a hundred people.
"The people in the Liyuan are really something. They produced a God King without making any noise. This will be enough for them to brag for three to five years!"
"That's right. I didn't hear any news before."
"I heard that they are not even going to hold the God King celebration?"
"No way, as they are from the Liyuan, shouldn't they hold a big celebration?"
"Who knows!"
"By the way, is there something wrong with the Kunling Realm below recently?"
"A little bit. It seems that the fighting is more intense than that of Yuemo Cliff!"
"Will it not be like Feipeng Realm again?"
" Impossible, the sect is prepared, it shouldn't be that bad. There are eight gods in Kunling Realm!"
"Don't you think that this war seems to be initiated by us, but it was actually initiated by Guhunguan?"
"It was originally fine, and you thought it was initiated by our sect when the sect declared war?"
"I heard that Feixian Sect Alliance and Hehuan Demon Sect have been in constant friction recently?"
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In the octagonal pavilion, a large group of brothers and sisters were discussing fiercely. Apart from some recent daily affairs, most of them were "international" events.
It was just like chatting in the dormitory in the previous life and surfing the Internet!
Wang Zijia mixed in, occasionally chatting a few words, getting familiar with each other, and most of them were listening.
In addition to getting a lot of things, the more important thing is to integrate into the circle!
However, it seems that many people in the entire sect don't know about Xu Yuyu's sudden promotion to God.
After hanging out with everyone for more than half an hour, Wang Zijia got up and left after the last daily transaction session was over.
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Dealing with the matter of opening the meridians every day, making talismans, wandering in the illusion, and fighting with Xiang Feifei until late at night.
Time flies and another ten days have passed.
Wang Zijia's life has become very peaceful, which is in sharp contrast to the topic of war that is spreading everywhere in the sect.
After the spiritual objects are almost sold, Wang Zijia's income is only the 10,000 magic money from making jade talismans every day.
As for other things, such as the pulse master, it is not yet time to harvest, so it is good enough that he does not have to invest.
Of course, if Wang Zijia is willing, he can also swallow a lot of support and suck the blood of the pulses. As a result, the jade talisman lineage has become a decoration.
In addition, the shadows have also arrived at the battlefield one after another and started collecting corpses.
On average, the value earned has begun to catch up with his income from making talismans, and he can get about 30,000 value every day.
The corpses sent back are almost all the corpses of the demon sect monks. After all, the corpses of the sect disciples are not seriously contaminated, and even if they are broken, they need to be transported back for burial.
From this point alone, we can see how exaggerated the fight at Yuemo Cliff is!
Tai Chi: 750,000
Ten days of extracting pollution and taking medicine, the harvest value is 570,000, which is stable and substantial.
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That night, in the underground base of Baitao Peak.
Wang Zijia sat cross-legged in the laboratory, and the five ghosts carefully guarded the left and right.
Wang Zijia first sensed the situation in the strange domain through the human skin paper clone in the strange domain. After confirming that everything was calm, Wang Zijia's mind moved.
The book took the second foundation and his consciousness and quietly escaped into the Hundred Demons Strange Domain.
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The outer periphery of the Hundred Demons Strange Domain, ten meters deep underground.
Wang Zijia quietly opened his eyes and carefully observed the surroundings for a moment.
After confirming that there was no problem, he did not remove the various restrictions in the basement. After leaving a paper man for anchoring in place, Wang Zijia quietly drilled out of the basement.
The blood-colored book floated above his head, isolating all his breath to prevent the supervisors of the three sects from being alarmed again.
With the isolation of the bloody book, even the no-fly zone restrictions here can't restrict Wang Zijia.
He floated up, looked around, and observed the surroundings. As the book above his head flickered, a panoramic sand table map appeared in front of him.
After determining his position, Wang Zijia's mouth slightly raised.
It's quite a coincidence. Although it is completely different from the place where he landed last time, it is in the same area.
Wang Zijia smiled, determined the direction, and flew towards the destination.
Wang Zijia was not polite to the evil ghosts he met along the way, and he solved them all at will.
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