Chapter 775: Seven hundred seventy-seventh tree man Wang Dujie
Chapter 775: Seven Hundred and Seventy-seven: The Treeman King Overcomes the Tribulation
Author: Zoumaxing Changan
Chapter 775: Seven Hundred and Seventy-seven: The Treeman King Overcomes the Tribulation
It's just that...the Treeman King had just healed her injuries when she encountered the Mahayana Thunder Tribulation. Can she survive this difficulty smoothly?
But when Xu Chunniang was silent and silent, more and more calamity clouds gathered in the sky, and the black clouds pressed down on the surrounding area with an overwhelming momentum.
When the Treeman King saw that she was still not leaving, he laughed loudly and pushed her away dozens of miles away with a gentle force.
"If you don't leave, you will have to accompany me through the tribulation!"
Xu Chunniang did not resist and allowed the force to push her to the side of the Lingtan.
As soon as he stood firm, he heard the roar of thunder coming from a distance.
With a thought in her mind, she stepped up to the top of the old cypress tree and looked far away in the direction of the thunder.
The momentum of the Mahayana Thunder Tribulation was much greater than the Void Refining Thunder Tribulation she had passed through not long ago.
From the Mahayana stage to the Nascent Soul stage, the monks in the entire Shuren Kingdom were alarmed by this sudden thunder disaster.
Countless tree people either stopped what they were doing or woke up from their slumber to pay attention to this thunder disaster.
The phantom of the old cypress tree appeared beside her at some unknown time. He looked in the direction where the thunder light fell, with a look of worry on his face.
"Your Majesty, she is still so young and her body is weak. I don't know if she can survive this thunderstorm."
Wu Chen and Guizhi also heard the sound and came nervously staring at the eye-catching white giant tree in the distance.
Xu Chunniang did not speak. In fact, she had no answer in her heart.
How terrifying the thunder tribulation in the Mahayana period is, can only be understood if you go deep into it.
Thunder struck down one after another. Facing the power of heaven and earth, the giant white tree seemed so vulnerable, but it stubbornly withstood one thunder after another.
Large branches and leaves were struck down by lightning, and in some places, they were even smoked by the lightning, and then the fire ignited.
"It seems like something is wrong with the King!"
Old Cypress's brows furrowed tightly, his eyes full of worry.
This is only the fifth round, and the king is injured. How will he survive the next three rounds?
Xu Chunniang remained speechless, only silently looking at the giant white tree in the distance that was undergoing a thunderstorm.
The ruthless calamity of thunder is something that every monk must experience, and no one can replace it.
The tribulation thunders were still falling continuously. After the sixth round of thunder tribulations, the fire on the giant white wood gradually turned from a small fire into a big fire, burning every branch.
As the seventh round of thunder tribulation fell, the vitality of the giant white tree became weaker and weaker, looking like a gossamer.
Countless tree-human monks were watching this scene.
Seeing this, they were sweating for the tree king.
Some tree people couldn't help shouting, "What are you waiting for, Your Majesty? Why don't you use the fountain of life to heal your wounds?"
"Let's have a quiet time, the king is going through a tribulation, don't distract her!"
"If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later. Your Majesty has survived all the seven or forty-nine catastrophes during the tribulation period. There is no reason why he would be struck to death by thunder!"
The giant white tree seemed to feel the expectations of the tribe, and finally glowed with a glimmer of life as it faced the eighth round of thunder tribulation.
However, after the eighth round of lightning disaster, this vitality was quickly wiped out.
Under the bombardment of thunder, many branches broke into pieces, and in the end, only a thick trunk remained.
But this tree trunk doesn't look good either, and may be destroyed at any time.
Guizhi couldn't bear to watch it and wiped away tears.
"The king is too miserable, only one bare rod is left. She loves beauty so much, oh oh oh..."
"Stop crying, the king is not dead yet! It's unlucky for you to cry and howl here."
Being a little annoyed by her noise, Old Cypress couldn't help but glare at her.
Guizhi burped and held it in forcibly.
She thought of something and turned to look at Xu Chunniang, "Fellow Daoist Xu, don't you know how to tell fortunes? How about you help me tell fortunes? Will the king be able to survive this calamity?"
Xu Chunniang's face turned dark as she told a fortune teller for a monk whose cultivation level was two or three levels higher than hers. She did this because she thought she would have a long life.
Previously, Guizhi had lost Ziyun Que, which she had raised since childhood. She accidentally found out about it, so she did a fortune telling for Guizhi and found Ziyun Que.
Does Guizhi think that everything can be predicted?
Xu Chunniang refused directly and said, "I only have cultivation level in the Void Refining Stage. Your Majesty's cultivation level is far beyond mine, so it doesn't count."
A look of disappointment appeared on Guizhi's face, "Is this so? I thought that divination could predict anything."
Wu Chen was afraid that Xu Chunniang would be unhappy, so he said apologetically, "Fellow Taoist Xu, please don't take offense. Guizhi doesn't understand this. I apologize to you on her behalf."
"It doesn't matter, she just doesn't understand this."
Xu Chunniang waved her hand and did not argue with Guizhi.
Divination is very magical, but there are also many taboos. You can only divine monks or things with a lower level of cultivation than yourself.
Furthermore, relying too much on this method and asking for fortune-telling for everything will consume the fortune of the person asking for fortune-telling.
Therefore, she doesn't use it much on weekdays, and only uses it when needed.
Xu Chunniang looked in the direction where the lightning struck, and saw that there were only the last three thunderbolts left. The tall trunk of the giant white tree had been cut in half by the thunderbolts, and only the bottom trunk was still standing stubbornly.
As the last three thunderbolts fell, the height of the tree trunk shrank again, leaving only a large and empty tree stump.
The thunder disappeared, and the Zhou Dynasty fell into silence.
No one knows whether the Treeman King is dead or alive.
Just when several Mahayana tree cultivators were about to step forward to check, a new sprout suddenly sprouted from the tree stump that had been struck black by lightning.
The new shoots were only as thick as chopsticks, but they grew very quickly. In a short time, they were about ten feet tall and sprouted several small branches.
"The king is still alive!"
"Your Majesty, she... survived the thunder tribulation! I will cultivate the human race and add another Mahayana monk!"
"Great! I knew she would be able to do it, Your Majesty!"
Countless tree people cheered, their expressions full of excitement and joy.
For any ethnic group, the birth of a new Mahayana monk is a major event worthy of celebration.
Xu Chunniang smiled slightly, did not participate in the tree people's carnival, and silently returned to the Lingtan.
Just then, the little golden carp swam out and spit bubbles at her happily, but almost fell into the water.
Xu Chunniang was secretly frightened and quickly reached out to take it.
I haven't seen him for a few days, why is the little golden carp so weak? He looks like he is not going to die soon.
Its cultivation level also dropped from the peak of divine transformation to the early stage of golden elixir.
Obviously a few days ago, the little golden carp was still alive and kicking. What has it experienced?
Thinking of a certain possibility, Xu Chunniang's pupils shrank.
Is it possible that... the Tree Man King successfully survived the Mahayana Thunder Tribulation, and the little golden carp had a share of the credit?
Yes, that's the case nine times out of ten.
Otherwise, how could the little golden carp have regressed in cultivation and become so injured after staying in the pond well?
Xu Chunniang released her innate purple energy and carefully put it into the little golden carp's mouth.
However, after taking only two bites, it disappeared directly in her palm.