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十五 It has been a full fifteen days since the huge cyclone formed by the monks and infants appeared on the Wushen Pagoda. Just when Lin Shigong and others were almost desperate, the cyclone at the top of the tower gradually weakened and disappeared after half a day.

Dark clouds swarmed in all directions, enveloping the entire Chongwu City, the thunder was faint, and the blue sky became day and night, as if the whole sky would fall down.

Many children in Wucheng's home were frightened and wept. Zhu Zhu could faintly hear the children's screams in the square below the Wushen Pagoda.

"It's no wonder that monks and babies are looking for barren mountains and wild ridges. Such a big movement really frightens children!" Zhu Zhunian said. She was filled with joy, and those cries stopped in her ears.

She has seen Zheng Quan ’s infant-bearing scourge before, and knowing that the emergence of the scourge represents the monk ’s babies entering the last pass. As long as she can successfully survive the seven thunders of the scourge, she can officially become a monk.

However, this level is the easiest level for Yin Zizhang to pass.

Tong Lin Shigong did not expect Yin Zizhang to condense Yuanying in only fifteen days, but he was a little dazed by over-surprise. He entered the Mahayana period for many years, and it has been a long time since he felt so ups and downs.

谦 Yao Qianshu and Zheng Caishen stared at the elites under their own gates, hating them for not fighting.

The likes Xiang Xiangqian, Xiao Shou, etc., are not far worse than Yin Zizhang in terms of qualifications. How come they are so far away from infancy or in the future?

昭 This Zhaocai Zonglin's fortune is really too strong. All geniuses are born in their family, and one generation is stronger than the other. How did his family have children?

Lin Shigong calmed down, turned around and found that Yao and Zheng were blowing their beards and staring at their juniors, without having to ask and know what they were thinking, so they smiled and said, What is the relationship between the years and the decades? There are more genius monks who have given birth earlier than us, but in the end there are a few who can truly enter the Mahayana? Not to mention the ascension to the fairy world. Let us The three ancestors of the Lin family who have soared over the ages, except for one who was born before the age of one hundred, and the other two were born after the age of three hundred, of which the king of deciduous God did not succeed until the age of seven hundred. People have their own chances, so why both of you should care about this time of hundreds of years? "

书 Yao Qianshu knows what he said is reasonable, but still can't help but be sour: "Geniuses are born in your house, you don't have to worry about it."

Zheng Caishen glanced at the Wushen Pagoda while standing side by side, and his clothes fluttered like Zhu Zhu, who was a fairy, and hummed, "But there is another man with higher talents and better chances than Zi Zhangxian's nephew, but he still plans to Marry to your house. Brother Lin, good things have made you alone, don't you make us jealous? "

Zhe Lin Shigong smiled, and felt very proud. He also worries a little about the sleeping spirit of Wushen Tower.

Inside the Wushen Pagoda, Yin Zizhang smiled bitterly at the place where the old man disappeared.

武 The soul of the Wushen Tower has its own spleen, and it is almost the same as a real person. Obviously intend to recognize him, but still have to hold up a false appearance to make it difficult.

The calamity that ordinary monks have to go through to become infants is just the Seventh Thunder. According to the spirit of the instrument, he is going to experience the Nine Thunders—he is enjoying the "advanced treatment" of the Mahayana monks in advance.

The funny thing is that this soul knows that he is in this situation. The Nine Thunders cannot threaten him. He has no physical body at all now. Although Lei Jie can casually distract his soul, the problem is that others are gathering. In the soul array, sheltered by the array, Lei Jie did not fall above his soul at all.

According to Yao Qian's book, this soul-gathering disk can temporarily serve as his legal body, and the strength is even better than the average Mahayana monk. How can it be possible for him to get him?

Yin Zizhang shook his head. The first thunder in the sky had been volleyed, and the momentum was not much worse than the silent thunder that he experienced when he formed Dan that day.

If he is still alive, it will take some effort to take over this thunder.

Yin Zizhang looked up and looked up. The purple and white electric light easily penetrated the top of the tower that had become unreal, and directly bombarded the nebula array formed on the periphery of the soul-gathering disk. The power of thunder and lightning ran along the connecting star point. The long, slender rays of light wandered around, and the flicker disappeared for a moment.

During the trance, Yin Zizhang felt a slight tingling and numbness, but then he felt refreshed. Zhenyuan seemed to have concentrated and refined a little because of this tiny lightning force.

子 Yin Zizhang, who once enjoyed the benefits of silent thunder and washing the pulp and Yijing, couldn't help but have a heartbeat.

Although sitting still in the soul gathering disk, he can safely survive the thunder and calamity, but it wasted a good opportunity given by this day.

Between flashes of thought, the second thunder came, and Yin Zizhang tried to use the cyclones formed around his body to actively absorb most of the power of thunder and lightning. This time, the feeling was more obvious. Although the pain was much worse than before, the benefits after suffering were It has been turned several times.

Yin Zizhang no longer hesitated, and began to use the cyclone to absorb the power of lightning as much as possible.

There is a soul-gathering formation, and even if his spirit is broken up for a while, he can quickly reunite. Although the pain is like being in purgatory, compared with the benefits, Yin Zizhang is willing to endure.

Zhu Zhuzhu is lazy and afraid of pain and pain. In order to send him here, he desperately stood up to the terrifying coercion of Wushen Tower. What is he doing now?

The old man in white was hiding in the dark, watching Yin Zizhang beaten by the power of thunder and lightning again and again, but still clenching his teeth, he refused to stop, and couldn't help pinching a cold sweat for him.

No wonder this boy can easily conceive a baby at a young age. All coincidences are nothing but external factors. Such perseverance is the most important factor.

This is a deadly cultivation madman.

The old man nodded secretly. The person recognized by Xu Mi's ring was really good. It seems that he did not pick the wrong person. This kid will certainly become the power of the Holy One who is proud of heaven and earth like his previous masters.

Under the Wushen Tower, everyone was calmed down by the weird scene on the top of the tower.

才 Zheng Caishen turned his head stiffly and asked Yao Qian to write, "Lao Yao, your soul-gathering array can still absorb thunderstorms?"

If it is, then it is too powerful, it is simply a must-have for monks to rush through customs. Zheng Caishen felt that it was necessary for him to customize such a magic weapon to Yao Qianshu.

Yao Qianshu looked blank: "How is that possible?"

Qi Lin Shigong pointed at the top of Wushen Tower, his voice was tight: "So what's going on?"

The thunderous thunderbolt fell into the tower and disappeared silently, like being sucked into a bottomless black hole, with no response.