Today I hold the world

It was blue sky and day, but there was thunder rolling.

In other places, the spring breeze blows, the trees grow, and the thunderclouds rotate over Zangfengling, everything changes color, and the inside and outside are completely different.

The Golden Core Thunder Tribulation has strengths and weaknesses. For most cultivators, the weaker the Thunder Tribulation, the better. The weaker the Thunder Tribulation, the higher the chance of forming a Golden Core. Doubling down.

Whether or not the Dao of Heaven has a will, not to mention ordinary Zhujin Pills, even some Nascent Soul cultivators are mostly unknown. There is no prior warning of the strength of the Thunder Tribulation. .

The monks of the various families around Zangfeng Ridge thought that the thunder calamity was about to land, but unexpectedly, there were only a few thunderbolts flashed out of thin air, and the black thundercloud was still accumulating.

In most cases, the longer the thundercloud condenses, the greater the power of the thunder that descends. Fortunately, Situ Ye's alchemy this time is still within the normal range according to the time taken by the golden core monks in the past in the cultivation world.

Generally, those who cross the catastrophe basically need to prepare two or three months or even longer in advance. Similar to Tao Fangyin's speed of crossing the catastrophe a few years ago, it is really different and uncommon.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, inside the largest coffin boat in the Wang family's camp, when Wang Bi was about to drink a bowl of clear tea, he suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Zangfeng Ridge. With his eyes focused, he moved out of the coffin boat.

On the west side opposite to the Wang family, Su Zheng no longer hides, they are all Golden Core cultivators, and no one can spot the other, revealing his figure and looking intently at Zangfeng Ridge.

Finally, a thunderbolt of golden light descended, and the land occupied by Zangfengling Situye was smashed to pieces, and the Ming Huang Dao robe rattled, but the first thunder did not break through its defense.

There is a small hill to the south, Tao Fangyin is standing with his hands behind his back in a scarlet robe, stroking his beard calmly watching the thunderbolts coming one after another, striking Situye to death. From the current point of view, these thunderbolts should not have the power of his own alchemy Big, but better in quantity.

I saw the golden light getting stronger and stronger in the sky above Zangfeng Ridge, and the thunder became thicker and thicker. The real test came.

"At this time, you can only rely on yourself. If you can become a pill, it doesn't matter if the poor way protects you once~"

Tao Fangyin sighed, remembering the scene of his alchemy a few years ago, he could not help but sigh, how could the alchemy be so easy to form, in a place as big as Mount Huai, there are tens of thousands of cultivators, and they have not surpassed it in so many years. The number of hands.

******

In the dark village in the secret place of Huaihe Ghost City, Zhong Ziyan was holding a fragment of the calendar of the cultivation world in the Frost Ghost Shop, amazed from time to time.

"It's been 760 years since it was created in this world. It's been such a long time. I don't know how many amazing and talented seniors have been born. I really yearn for it~"

Zhong Ziyan couldn't put it down and closed the fragmented volume. Since two days ago, he bought more than ten volumes of ancient books with Meng Wa. Most of the things he wanted to buy were not bought. By accident, he bought back some historical records of the cultivation world and major events in the past dynasties. , Opening up the war in detail... These fragments of ancient books are not available in the general market at all, and some of them are even rumored to be banned by Wuliang Mountain.

Meng Wa has bright eyes and bright teeth, and sits obediently opposite Zhong Ziyan with his hands dragging his chin, looking at Zhong Ziyan quietly.

Zhong Ziyan looked up at her, "If you don't clean the shop, why are you watching me?"

"Hey, brother Zhong, you are the second most beautiful person I've ever seen. If you don't look around, you won't be able to see it in two days." The lively and sunny nature was fully released at this moment.

Zhong Ziyan was stunned for a moment, showing a rare embarrassment, "You are a young girl, and your words are many times stronger than those of my students~"

Meng Wa was puzzled, "Student? Is Brother Zhong the elder of the Chuan Gong?"

"That's not true. Our small sect doesn't have such a position. The second-generation disciples mostly rely on a few older brothers to teach them. People like me can't make a living. If we have time on weekdays, we can at most teach them Confucian classics." , That's it, it's almost out of date..."

Zhong Ziyan laughed at himself, Chilongmen belongs to the inheritance of Taoism and Confucianism, and some seniors are actually quite resistant to it, but in Zhong Ziyan's view, the difference is not that big.

"Then where are your students?" Meng Wa asked curiously with wide-eyed eyes.

Zhong Ziyan got up and tidied up his Taoist clothes, looked out of the shop with his eyes, but there was nothing outside, he walked to the door with his hands behind his back, and slowly fell into memories, talking while recalling:

"In the common times, you, Brother Zhong, and I were poor teachers, because the family background was not good, other people of the same age could take the exam, but I couldn't, and my family was poor at that time, since I couldn't get the exam, I should do something Others are more or less educated people, and they can write well. If you work harder, you will gradually have a surplus of money earned..."

Meng Wa stood in front of Zhong Ziyan and listened quietly. Zhong Ziyan bent over and sat on the threshold, and continued:

"After having a surplus, the money is still idle. You might as well help the little beggars in the city. Just like that, a bunch of little followers followed. When I adopted him, the youngest one couldn't even walk. All stumbling..."

Pressing his hand to the height of Meng Wa's half body, it means that the youngest child is only a tiny bit old, Zhong Ziyan's eyes flashed with a smile.

"When we were young in school, Mr. taught us that scholars, self-cultivation, governing the country and the world, the more full of talents and talents, the more we should not be content with mediocrity. What we should do is to establish a heart for the world, a life for the people, and a saint for the future. To continue the unique learning, to bring peace to all ages... what a pity~"

Speaking of this, Zhong Ziyan sighed softly and remained silent for a long time.

"Brother Zhong, are you unhappy?" Meng Wa asked with her mouth pursed.

Zhong Ziyan smiled easily, and patted Meng Wa's head, "Haha, it's far away, I'm already a cultivator, and I always think about ordinary things, let's talk about those students, they are all my disciples now. Disciple, lead them to make friends with you in the future."

"Okay, okay, are they all the same age as me?" Meng Wa was very happy.

"That's not true, they are almost a few years old."

After Zhong Ziyan responded, he walked back to the shop and swore in his heart, "If there is any poverty, you will be alone, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world. In my life, I will definitely lead the disciples of Chilong to break out of the world!" '

******

Above Zangfeng Ridge, the last thick thunderbolt fell, and Situ Ye, who was already on the verge of death, had his eyes crazy, "I can't die, I have to hold on, my Situ family needs me!"

bang~

After the golden light is a white light, which is extremely dazzling, and monks below the golden core cannot look directly at it.

When the robbery cloud slowly dissipated, some people were happy and others were sad, a hysterical laugh resounded through Zangfengling.

The children of Situ's family in Huang Dao Pao for more than thirty Ming congratulated in unison. It is obvious that Situ Ye has successfully formed the alchemy.

"Do it!" Two golden core breaths rushed straight at Situ Ye who had just successfully crossed the tribulation.

How could Chang Sumen allow Huaiyinhe to give birth to another golden elixir.