Lightning flashes and thunder rolls, and thunder is like rain.
Liuli has successfully survived the catastrophes of yin fire and wind, and the catastrophes of thunder followed one after another.
In the dazzling electric light, Liuli's figure was looming. She wrapped herself in a piece of ice. The ice was as thick as an iceberg.
With the Emperor's Talisman added to his body, it is not difficult to survive the three disasters. However, Liuli did not rely on the power of the magic talisman. The disaster is also a fate. If you blindly use tricks, you will miss the opportunity.
Beside Liuli, there was a dim yellow light, which was the Immaculate Heart Lamp. The essence and blood of Master Liaoji was burning. Even though there was thunder and rain all around, the flames were still very quiet, and there was no unusual smell.
The spiritual formation arranged by Qin Sang could no longer cover Liuli, but those people were not in the mood to care about this place.
At this moment, the moon's shadow has risen to the middle of the sky.
Originally it was just a crooked moon, but it gradually grew into a full moon, as big as a silver plate, but it still didn't look so bright, and it was looming.
In the hazy moonlight, the mist coming from nowhere quickly filled the entire fantasy realm, making the surrounding scenery blurry.
Everyone was also affected by the phantom realm. Although they all had extremely high cultivation levels and could resist the invasion of the phantom realm for the time being, they were inevitably affected when they competed for the seat of the sacred mountain.
Seeing that Liuli was still calm and unhurried, Qin Sang turned around and looked at the sacred mountain.
During this period, the first wave of competition was coming to an end, and the owners of most of the stone platforms halfway up the mountain were decided. Because they had received the information in advance, the Yuanxiang clan leader seized the opportunity, successfully defeated his opponents, and obtained the Star Gold Crystal.
There are still two highest stone platforms left.
In the Sea of Fog, the only ones capable of competing for these two stone platforms are the Shark Clan and the Feathered Clan. I don’t know how they negotiated, but the Queen of the Shark Clan gave up the stone platform on the top of the mountain to the Feathered Clan.
The opponent of the Yuren prince is Xi Rui. This man has great appeal among the disciples of the ancestor and has summoned many helpers.
The one who competes with the Queen of the Shark Race is also a female cultivator. The assistants around this female cultivator are worse than Xi Rui, and they have already shown signs of defeat.
Two battlefields attracted everyone's attention.
As expected, the Queen of the Shark Tribe will win. There is still suspense about who will win between the Yu Tribe and Xi Rui.
The outcome of their fight had little to do with Qin Sang, but Qin Sang would take a look at the battlefield from time to time and write down the magical powers of these people so that if they faced each other later, he could take precautions in advance.
"As expected, this person should be the next Yu King of the Feathered People!"
Qin Sang looked at the Yuren prince and thought to himself.
The contemporary Yu King has achieved the holy realm. This person is not only the most valued prince of Yu King, he is also extremely powerful.
From him, Qin Sang once again saw a war dance similar to the Wu clan's sacrificial dance.
The same Qianqi Tianwu was performed by the Yuren Prince, and his momentum was even better than that of Dingyuan Hou. He seemed to have integrated himself into the heaven and earth, with wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and various celestial phenomena appearing in turn, listening to his orders.
He raised his hand and pointed, and there were thunder and lightning, strong winds, and torrential rain. It seemed like an ordinary celestial phenomenon, but it had extremely terrifying power. The monks who were pointed by him often changed their expressions and defended with all their strength.
In a short period of time, the Yuren prince performed several war dances, including offense, defense, and various strange powers. Qin Sang was eye-opening, and he also felt how difficult the Yuren monks were to deal with.
Inhuman monks often rely on innate magical powers. Finding the weakness of innate magical powers is equivalent to seizing the opponent's life gate. This is not the case for the Feathered Human Race. There are countless types of war dances, all-encompassing and difficult to target.
Although the Yuren tribe is strong, their opponents are not weak either. In terms of personal strength, Xi Rui's side is even higher. However, the Yuren monks have experienced hundreds of battles and cooperate with each other tacitly. Xi Rui's helpers have never experienced such a battle.
And they were all put together temporarily, and they were all scattered.
Qin Sang noticed Xi Rui's expression and thought that this person might be hiding a way to win.
Then, Qin Sang's eyes moved down and landed on the stone platform that he had refined.
The stone platform transformed into a jade platform.
At the moment when the refining was completed, Qin Sang felt an inexplicable connection between himself and Yutai. Even here, he could clearly sense the existence of this connection.
It is not known what the function of this connection is, or what the power of the jade platform is.
Entering the fantasy realm, the secret talisman of the ancestor of the Jigou tribe gradually became silent, as if it had completed its mission by bringing people here.
‘Rumble…’
The thunder behind him was deafening. Qin Sang withdrew his gaze, observed Jie Yun for a while, and sat down cross-legged.
After the thunder tribulation, the inner demon tribulation is coming, and the next step will be the most critical time.
The arrival of the cultivators, the appearance of the sacred mountain, and other changes indicated that everything had become unusual, which made Qin Sang feel a little uneasy. However, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. It was impossible to stop Liuli from crossing the tribulation. Qin Sang
Sang is ready to abandon distracting thoughts and use the phantom realm to enter Liuli's inner demons and help her overcome the disaster.
He no longer paid attention to the sacred mountain, and settled down, waiting for the opportunity.
Gradually, the calamity cloud above Liuli's head began to close inward, and the speed of the calamity thunder slowed down, but the power was more terrifying, and each calamity thunder was earth-shattering.
Liuli still hasn't activated the Emperor's Talisman, so she can survive the thunder tribulation with her own strength.
‘Crack!’
Thunderclouds suddenly gathered together, brewing an unprecedented terrifying thunderstorm.
Liuli raised her head suddenly, her eyes turned as pale as ice, and her hair was flying in the wind.
'Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!'
Three rays of white light shot towards Jie Lei, and they turned out to be three identical ice beads.
The ice beads are distributed in a triangular shape. As they reach the sky, the space between the three ice beads rapidly expands outward.
Seeing that the calamity thunder was about to pass through the ice beads, a strange cold light suddenly appeared, which was the divine light of ice soul.
After Liuli entered the stage of becoming a god, she adhered to the way of ice and continued to refine the ice soul divine light. Its power was not the same as before, and with the blessing of three ice beads, it also underwent mysterious changes.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the tribulation thunder actually stopped. To be precise, it was frozen. But it was impossible to completely freeze the tribulation thunder. With a crisp sound, the ice soul divine light formed.
The ice is constantly being destroyed by the tribulation thunder, and in the process, the power of the tribulation thunder is also being eroded.
At the same time, Liuli played several treasures in succession, weakening Jie Lei's power.
The thunderclouds in the sky have dispersed, and the overall situation has been decided!
At this time, the full moon was about to rise to the sky, and the interior of the fantasy realm was completely shrouded in thick fog, making it look like a dream.
Liuli followed Zhenren Ning's instructions and seized the opportunity just right to meet the inner demon tribulation when the moon reached its zenith! Qin Sang's eyelids trembled, listening to the increasingly weaker thunder, putting aside distracting thoughts, relaxing his mind, and prepared
Welcome the invasion of the power of fantasy.
Suddenly, Qin Sang frowned fiercely. For some reason, he felt more and more uneasy.
At the same time, there were bursts of exclamations from the sacred mountain.
I saw a dark tide rising deep in the fantasy realm, where the moon's shadow rose, and spread rapidly.
Everyone has experienced the scene of day and night alternating outside the fantasy realm many times, and it stands to reason that they have long been accustomed to it.
Zhan Yan and others knew that this was the power of the Spring and Autumn Dial.
However, this time was completely different from before. When everyone saw the darkness, based on their cultivation, they could not help but feel fear in their hearts. This was the deepest fear, without any reason, almost instinctive.
They had never experienced anything like this before, and they didn't know what they were afraid of, so they couldn't help but feel a little panicked.
At this time, it was too late to leave the illusory realm, and their intuition told them that the sacred mountain might provide them with shelter. The monks who had not yet had time to refine the stone platform gave up their fight and flew towards the sacred mountain. In a hurry, they no longer restricted their seats.
The mountain was in chaos, but the darkness was encroaching much faster than they imagined.
In an instant, darkness spread over the sacred mountain.
Then, Qin Sang and Liuli were also submerged in darkness.
At the moment when the full moon rose to the zenith, darkness swallowed up the fantasy realm, as if it had entered eternal night, and everything in the world became quiet without any sound.
At this moment, Qin Sang actually lost consciousness.
…
"Saburo."
"Sanlang..."
…
Qin Sang felt that his consciousness was very heavy, as if he had just woken up from a long sleep and was extremely tired.
He seemed to be in endless darkness, sinking continuously, with a bottomless pit below him.
Faintly, a calling voice came from the distance, but the name didn't seem to be calling me.
The voice got closer and closer, it was a female voice that was a little rough but very gentle.
The voice was full of concern and worry, and Qin Sang could feel the other party's completely sincere love. A warm feeling surged into his heart. Qin Sang had not experienced this feeling for a long time and had almost forgotten it.
This woman seems to be calling herself!
Qin Sang thought this way, struggling with consciousness in the darkness, and found that he seemed to have regained a touch of touch, coming from his left arm.
There was a hand that gently grabbed my wrist and shook it. It was a working hand. The skin on the fingers was very rough, and it hurt when the calluses on the hand scratched the skin.
As the sense of touch gradually recovered, consciousness finally broke free from the darkness, and Qin Sang felt his body.
"Sanlang, get up quickly, eat something, drink the medicine and then go to sleep..."
The woman's voice is clearer, right next to her ears.
"She's really calling herself!"
Qin Sang smelled the smell of herbs mixed with moisture. He seemed to be lying on the bed, but he had no strength at all, and it was even difficult to open his eyes.
"Where is this place? How did I become like this?"
Qin Sang was very confused.
The last scene in his memory was the darkness covering the illusory realm. He took the initiative to accept the power of the illusory realm and prepared to help Liuli overcome the disaster.
"This is an illusion? But why have I become so weak?"
Just as Qin Sang was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a pain in his head, and many fragments of memories emerged for no apparent reason.
These memories forced their way in, giving him a splitting headache and his body involuntarily trembling with pain.
"Sanlang, what are you doing, Sanlang?"
The woman panicked.
‘Clang!’
"The boss, the boss..."
Qin Sang heard the sound of broken porcelain, followed by hurried footsteps, and the woman seemed to have stumbled on the threshold.
The pain comes and goes quickly, but it is a big burden on this weak body.
After taking a breath, Qin Sang felt that he was in control of this body again. His eyelids trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.
As his vision gradually became clearer, Qin Sang saw two men and a woman standing beside the bed, both looking at him with concern on their faces.
The woman was the one who called him just now, the mother in his memory.
She was dressed in a coarse wattle dress, with her hair tied back. She was actually only in her early forties, but she had been weathered, and her face looked like she was fifty or sixty years old.
There are two men, one old and one young. The old one is the father. He has a goatee and a slight bow on his back. He is as old as his mother.
The other is the eldest brother in my memory. He is shirtless and his bronze skin is taut on his body. He looks very capable.
Contrary to his eldest brother, Qin Sang's body was extremely weak, almost skin and bones.
Fifteen years old is a prime time, but due to a serious illness some time ago, my body was hollowed out, and my condition became worse and worse, and finally it became like this.
"Wake up, little brother, wake up!"
Seeing Qin Sang open his eyes, the eldest brother shouted with joy, making the room buzz.
The woman also cried with joy, patted her eldest son and said, "Keep your voice down, don't scare the little brother."
The eldest brother quickly covered his mouth, looked around, and said distressedly: "Mom, did you spill the medicine? I asked the witch doctor in the city for this medicine. It's expensive..."
The woman wiped her tears and said, "I was almost scared to death by San Lang. Fortunately, I boiled an extra bowl of medicine. You guys look at San Lang, I'll go get it."
On the contrary, the eldest brother complained again, "The witch doctors in the city have said that a medicine can only be boiled for one bowl, and the medicine is the most effective. Mother, you are disobedient. What if I can't cure my little brother?"
His father said nothing and kept observing Qin Sang. He stroked his goatee and said, "Sanlang's complexion seems to be better than yesterday."
The eldest brother patted his chest and said proudly: "The medicine I personally went to the city to ask for from the wizard will definitely cure my little brother's disease!"
"Stop talking, help Sanlang up quickly and drink the medicine."
Mother brought a new bowl of medicinal soup.
His father and elder brother worked together to help Qin Sang up. Qin Sang behaved normally from beginning to end and did not reveal any flaws in front of the family.
The medicine bowl was brought to his mouth.
The black medicinal soup reflected a young, frail face, completely different from Qin Sang's appearance.
"What an amazing illusion!"
Qin Sang sighed in his heart.
After waking up, he had been trying to activate his true energy and spiritual consciousness, but found that he had no cultivation at all and was completely reduced to a mortal.
Because of the protection of the Jade Buddha, Qin Sang has never been troubled by such illusions since he entered the path of spiritual practice.
This is the first time!
Ning Zhenren didn't say at first that the power of this illusory realm was so strong!
Back then, he was able to stay awake when Lei Zu was added to his body. He was a Talisman of the Mahayana stage. What was the origin of the phantom realm?
Of course, the Jade Buddha must have played a role, otherwise he might not even remember who he was, and would regard himself as this seriously ill young man and sink into an illusion.
Qin Sang was secretly frightened and had completely misjudged the danger. Without the Jade Buddha, let alone waking up Liuli, it was unknown whether he would wake up!
The temperature of the medicinal soup is just right, and the hot air rushes into the nose with the bitter smell of the herbs.
Although Qin Sang has lost his cultivation, his eyesight is still there, and he can distinguish the properties of medicines by smell. There are indeed some medicines that are good for his condition. The wizard in that city has two brushes.
He opened his mouth and swallowed a mouthful of medicinal soup.