At this time, the three people have determined that Rakshasa has no intention of letting them leave. It was just to play with them from the beginning!
Damn Rakshasa!
But Mu Ze paused slightly at this time, feeling ecstatic in his heart. The elders of the clan were already on their way and were almost there! They only needed to hold on for one more stick of incense! However, when he met Rakshasa's cruel eyes, Mu Ze
Ze's heart suddenly went cold! Can they really hold on until someone from the clan comes?
Mu Ze doesn't know.
But Rakshasa's game started again according to his own wishes.
"...Humph..."
This time he simply added other random words!
Changsheng glanced at the Rakshasa across from her. At this time, the injury on her neck had begun to heal. The moment Rakshasa's first words fell, she let go of the restrictions without any scruples, and silently called out all the spiritual energy particles in the world.
!
Where are you? I need your help...
The silent call echoed in the small world of Qinglun. Ripples gradually appeared in the originally quiet world. The ripples collided and squeezed each other, forming waves, and finally, a huge wave!
Where? Where is the Son of Destiny calling them? The Son of Heaven, favored by Heaven, is in crisis!
These spiritual energy particles have no self-awareness, they only have instinctive reactions. This reaction can only be seen by Heaven and its children, and Chang Sheng happens to have the ability to communicate with them!
At this time, all the creatures in Qinglun's small world just felt that the spiritual energy was abnormally active, and did not know what they wanted to do. But when the spiritual energy spread rapidly in one direction, everyone suddenly understood.
There are monks who want to survive the tribulation!
I don’t know who the monk is, he just transcended tribulations, but he has such great power! It would be great if we could make some friends with him.
At this time, Rakshasa, who was having fun, noticed something strange and immediately raised his head, and saw the gloomy thunderclouds gathering at an incredible speed!
Someone wants to escape the tribulation? It can't be this little chicken-like monk under his command, right?
Rakshasa was initially dismissive, but when he saw the dense spiritual energy pillars rushing towards Changsheng crazily, he couldn't help showing an expression of disgust and jealousy.
How could such a female cultivator, who was just pretending from beginning to end, get everything she wanted in her life so easily? How unfair is God?!
Moreover, this female nun is so ugly! The aura around her is not harmonious, and she is disgusting at first sight! What is such a person doing alive? After thousands of years of hard work, it may still be in vain in the end. In this case, it is still so
What are you trying to do? It’s better to die!
Chang Sheng, who heard what this Rakshasa said, looked at the demon cultivator in disbelief. Because it might be all in vain, it is better to die early! Where does this logic come from?!
"I don't believe you can have an unobstructed journey until you ascend! There are so many monks in this world like crucian carps crossing the river. How many of them can stand out and finally ascend? Is it possible that there are still a large number of people who know that they cannot ascend successfully?
Stop practicing?! What should we do if we know that we are destined to die? Do we have to die as soon as we are born?"
Rakshasa was speechless and even looked a little aggrieved.
However, he quickly reacted and looked at Changsheng with murderous intent.
"What a sharp-tongued little girl! Why didn't I see you talk so much just now? You are deliberately misinterpreting my meaning! But it doesn't matter, no matter how talented you are, you will die here today!"
At this time, Rakshasa finally no longer concealed his anger, and slapped Changsheng. Several swirling black winds spurted out from his palm, rapidly expanded three feet away in front of him, and then brought a tearing everything.
The momentum surges toward longevity!
Changsheng looked at the spiritual energy coming from all around. Those spiritual energy particles were colorful. Although he could not speak, Changsheng could feel their silent earnestness. It was a kind of pure concern, and it was so simple and sincere that Changsheng almost fell.
tears.
"Thank you, I need your help... to attract thunder!"
Crash--
Silent waves rose one after another, surrounding Changsheng, and the spiritual energy of the entire Qinglun world stagnated almost at the same time. Many monks noticed something strange, and flew up to the sky to look in a certain direction. There, the spiritual energy was so rich that it made people think.
It's hard to ignore.
For a time, countless sects and aristocratic families sent strong men to flock to that place where spiritual energy gathered. A vision like this was either a monk who had overcome the tribulation and was so gifted that heaven and earth were moved by it, or a spiritual creature from heaven and earth was about to come.
Birth! No matter which one it is, it is a big event worth watching and participating in!
Rakshasa, who was surrounded by spiritual energy, looked at the thunderclouds in the sky that were gathering too quickly, and finally felt that things seemed to be out of control.
Looking at the only person present who made a big fuss and even the two remaining male cultivators were dumbfounded, Rakshasa suppressed the jealousy in his heart and maintained some sense.
"Unexpectedly, I was pecked in the eye by a goose today! Since you have such talent and cultivation, you were good at disguising before! Unfortunately, what I hate most in my life is people who are good at disguising! So, you still have to die!
"
As soon as he finished speaking, more and more black rotating wind pillars appeared. Immediately afterwards, Rakshasa took out a soul-calling flag with a fluttering flag. The huge flag was almost three feet long and one foot wide. It was full of evil Shura paintings.
ghost!
At this time, when the sun came into view, the evil Shura ghost on the soul-calling flag let out a deafening wail, causing the surrounding area to turn yellow, and streams of blood flowed from the ears of Mu Ze and Yan Rong. I don't know what the soul-calling flag was for.
Made of stuff, Mu Zeyanrong's cultivation was obviously good, but he couldn't withstand the scream that almost pierced his brain, it was so harsh.
But Changsheng didn't seem to be affected at all. She closed her eyes and continued to absorb spiritual energy. The spiritual energy from the sky poured into her Dantian crazily, filling the sea of consciousness, and then filled her limbs and bones.
Logically speaking, with such a spiritual energy being poured into her body, the female cultivator should have advanced a long time ago. However, the Rakshasa opposite could not tell that this person had any signs of surviving the thunder tribulation. The thunderclouds in the sky just kept gathering, but
There was no landing. Could it be that this was not the thunder disaster of that female cultivator? Then these thunder clouds are...
The next moment, Rakshasa's face suddenly changed when he noticed something strange. Because the spiritual energy that was almost condensed into liquid all around the female cultivator was so conspicuous that he ignored that there were two immortal monks around her! In comparison, those
The relatively thin spiritual energy is actually more abundant than the spiritual energy in the big world! Under the nourishment of such spiritual energy, the two dying male cultivators seemed to have achieved a breakthrough in cultivation and were about to advance!
Especially Yan Rong! He was only one step away from breaking through, but now he has so much spiritual energy, it feels like the spiritual energy in his body is about to explode, and he finally advanced without any surprise!