Chương 37: The Ten-Ten Thousand-Year Infant Soul Thunder Tribulation
If five hundred years is a cycle,
Then Chen Xia is witnessing this cycle, and occasionally his divine consciousness permeates the world, sensing the voices of all living beings.
According to the practitioners of Qi,
This is a sign of becoming a god.
He is about to become a part of the heavenly path, or even replace the heavenly path, becoming the only god of this world.
This process still requires some accumulation of time.
Chen Xia is not in a hurry, waiting slowly.
His "Great Turtle Breathing Technique" has been practiced to perfection, but there is no indication of the next stage of the technique.
Chen Xia estimates that he should wait until his infant stage, and then the "Great Turtle Breathing Technique" will upgrade according to the luck, otherwise, it is because the luck is not enough, and he needs to add some luck.
Now his strength has reached 350, luck 40, and mana 0.
The standard template of a brute warrior.
In fact, Chen Xia also thinks there is no need to point to mana, just get some magic resistance in the future.
Pointing to strength is to hit people painfully, and luck is to hit people more painfully.
The two complement each other, so they can be intermingled.
However, Chen Xia is also interested in mana and plans to point to mana when there are extra points in the future to see the effect.
In addition, Chen Xia's connection with this small world is becoming more and more profound, and sometimes he even feels that he is the world.
Because of this, there will be vibrations in his mind, which is the sound of the world, and it has been ringing occasionally for ten years, which is a series of urgent vibrations.
Chen Xia thinks it is like a kind of...
Early warning.
But what is the early warning for?
Volcano eruption, earthquake, tsunami?
These disasters, although devastating to ordinary people, have no effect on the world, and are even caused by the world.
So what else could it be?
Chen Xia soon thought of it.
It is the foreign cultivators, the palm that destroyed the city at the beginning.
So the world will give an early warning because it does not belong to the world and will even erase the great way of the world.
Chen Xia's mind has also been tense in these ten years, in order to fight against this big hand, he has accelerated the speed of writing Taoist chapters, wanting to achieve Taoist chapters before the big hand comes.
If he can use the chapter of Youming Jue Jing, pulling the big hand to forcibly open a room, thus stealing the strength of the big hand by three points, Chen Xia is confident in winning.
The prominent is that I not only want to be green in front of you, but also want to beat you up.
So Chen Xia is very busy now, condensing Xuanhun Qi during the day, and writing Taoist chapters at night.
The last time the big hand appeared was about four hundred years ago, if according to the deadline of five hundred years, there is still a hundred years, Chen Xia will face the pressure of the big hand.
Chen Xia has already thought about it, and he has three choices at that time.
Fight or run.
In fact, it doesn't need to be thought about, but there are two methods in permutation and combination.
Fight and then run, run and then fight.
There are so many choices.
Chen Xia gave a self-mocking smile and hurried to cultivate, striving to kill the big hand in a hundred years.
But life is always full of unexpected and unsatisfactory.
Today's imperial city suddenly darkened, darker than the night, because there is moonlight at night.
The people came out one after another, looking up at the sky, feeling that the shadow covering the sky seemed like... like...
A finger?!
And the finger is still descending, just the airflow brought by tens of miles away has already caused a strong wind in the city.
The people are extremely horrified, and the dignitaries who have received the news prepare their carriages at the first time, wanting to escape.
But the whole palm is hundreds of miles big, and your carriage can only travel fifty miles a day without rest, how can you escape in one day?
The people who stayed in the imperial capital began to wait for death, but it's not just waiting, some people began to kowtow to Chen Xia's statue crazily, hoping that the immortal can save the world.
Some people have lost hope and can't stand others kowtowing, and they kick Chen Xia's statue down with a big kick, pointing at the statue and shouting.
"It's useless, no one can save us, don't expect any immortal, this is just a rumor from hundreds of years ago, just wait for death, wait for death!"
The person who kowtows picks up the statue and sighs, "You can scold, there is no need to kick the immortal."
"Ah!" The person who kicks also sighs heavily, how does he not hope that there is an immortal to save the world, but there is no!
The big hand in the sky is getting closer and closer, and people can already see the clear fingerprints between the fingers, and there are small snakes like thunder moving in it.
People all know that the immortal will not save the world...
The immortal wants to destroy the world!
In the center of the imperial city.
The current emperor staggered to the center of the bedroom, knelt down and kowtowed, forcibly suppressing the trembling voice, and said respectfully.
"The Great Summer Emperor, I respectfully ask the immortal to come out!"
He kowtowed heavily, and the sound of his kowtowing echoed around.
After the sound of kowtowing finished, the surroundings became completely silent, with no sound.
The body of the Great Summer Emperor was trembling, he thought about the words told by the previous emperor, thought about the long-standing legends, and thought about that he had to offer sacrifices to the immortal's statue every year.
He was unwilling, so he kowtowed heavily again and said.
"Please save the world!"
This time, even the wind was quiet.
The corner of the Great Summer Emperor's mouth trembled, he got up angrily, pointed to the ground and scolded.
"My Great Summer has tens of millions of people who have to offer sacrifices to you every year, regarding you as the supreme existence, why do you have to be this turtle, avoiding and not seeing?!"
"Are you afraid of this big hand in the sky, only daring to hide and escape early, you are a dog屁immortal, just a cunning and treacherous villain who takes opportunities!"
The Great Summer Emperor was not relieved by scolding, and he had to stamp on the ground heavily several times to show his anger.
After his anger dissipated, he sat on the ground in despair, looking at the big hand in the sky, his expression was dull.
Perhaps there is no immortal in this imperial city, it is just a lie made up by the emperors of all dynasties to stabilize the country.
Why did he believe it?
The emperor smiled bitterly, covered his face with both hands, and couldn't help crying out.
"Let me die with my world!"
A hand suddenly fell on his shoulder, followed by a sentence with a smile.
"You are still too polite in scolding."
The emperor looked up in amazement, with tears in his eyes, looking at the young man in front of him, his expression was shocked.
Because the young man in front of him is similar to the immortal's statue, although not very similar, but at least 50%.
Mainly temperament, a light temperament.
And in this situation, he can still be so light.
"Immortal... Immortal?!" The emperor asked in disbelief.
"Be good, don't cry, go to the back and stay, watch my performance." Chen Xia coaxed like a child.
In terms of age, the current emperor is indeed a child in front of him.
The emperor's face turned red, and he got up quickly, bowing to Chen Xia, and said respectfully, "I have seen the immortal!"
Chen Xia's mouth cracked into a smile, "Then you must watch it carefully, and you won't see it in the future."
The emperor raised his head, just glanced, and didn't see it clearly.
Chen Xia's figure has already appeared in the sky, and he stepped forward abruptly.
The whole sky condensed into dark clouds, covering hundreds of miles, even covering this big hand.
The scarlet lightning is already beating in the dark clouds, and occasionally the thunder dragon that has become a spirit sticks out its head and looks down.
A terrifying primitive breath is coming out of it, and a light blue eye is staring out from the dark clouds, as if staring at the ancient times, looking for the candidates for the tribulation.
This is the 100,000-year thunder tribulation.
The Great Emperor level!
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