Chapter 279: Disparity

Three disasters of earth and water: withering, silence, and extinction!

Each level has its own horror, and every word is the life-seeking note that many cultivators of the eighth level of tempering are afraid of it.

The so-called silence catastrophe is the surging of filthy water between heaven and earth, and the rotten aura of the most yin and evil in the whole world gathers, and it appears as a form of "water", which tests the monks.

The monks in this filthy water and silent calamity must independently block the five senses, unable to see the eyes, unable to speak, and unable to smell the nose. Otherwise, once the filthy water enters the body, the cultivation will be completely lost for a hundred years, the body will die and the Tao will disappear, and the blessings will be gone.

Generally, when monks with a slightly background are faced with the filthy water disaster, they will choose to pass the spatial coordinates set by the great magical powers of the God-Changing Fairyland to travel to small stars with incomplete laws to overcome the disaster.

An incomplete planet like the galaxy battlefield has limited laws and limited resources, and the filthy water drawn from it is naturally far less than that of the Kaiyuan World. The difficulty of the test experienced by monks is naturally much lower in disguise.

In fact, ninety-nine percent of monks do this - if conditions are available, it is natural; if conditions are not available, it is created.

Those who can overcome the tribulation in Kaiyuan World will have a strong success, and will have a far superior ability to cultivate and magic power to be far superior to their peers. Most of them will be named a peerless genius afterwards.

In Chen Shaobai's gaze, endless filthy water gathered from all corners of the world, wrapping the horse sealed purple.

Around Ma Fengzi was a water ball with a diameter of ten miles and black as dark as ink. All light, sound, and fluctuations could not be transmitted. He was like being despised and rejected by this world.

The filthy water was so close that Ma Jiajia and Miqilin accidentally smelled a mouthful of foggy water. They were both pale and wanted to disgust. They retreated dozens of steps to recover before they could recover.

Using his mental power to pull a trace of filthy water mist into the Kingdom of God, Chen Shaobai could even feel the strong will in it.

Unwilling to accept it! Decay! Destruction!

This is a collection of negative emotions of all living beings in the Kaiyuan world.

Under such a will, Chen Shaobai even felt that the Kingdom of God, which was originally unbreakable and could shatter mountains and mountains, actually trembled slightly.

"Just a mere tiny will, I can shake my natal world. What if I go against the Gaia consciousness of the entire Kaiyuan World and swallow up the power of these tiny waters? But... the more dangerous it is, the more it means... there is a great opportunity ahead!"

Chen Shaobai took a few steps back, and had a crazy idea, with complex brilliance in his eyes.

He thought about it and finally gave up this opportunity.

After all, he himself has to face the three disasters of filthy water. Now if he takes the risk to delay his friend's breaking the realm and makes irreversible mistakes, it will be more than worth the loss.

He, Miqilin and Ma Jiajia stood on the fairy sword, waiting anxiously and patiently for Ma Fengzi's breakthrough realm.

...

Seven days later. Star Island, a certain Sun Island.

The river is clear and the sea is peaceful, the universe is quiet, and singing and dancing are peaceful.

Sea birds and fairy birds can be seen everywhere here, ships shuttle back and forth, transporting valuable goods, or escorting monks, and getting along with humans.

It is just an illusion that humans and immortals live together. Only monks who refine the first level of Ji and those who have first formed swords will be able to travel in the mundane time. More advanced figures may travel around the world, or join major sects to kill demons and eliminate demons in exchange for cultivation resources.

Over the island, two men and two women fly on swords. The man is handsome and handsome, and the woman is majestic. The woman looks like a fairy and has an elegant figure.

All four are people outside the immortals, as if they do not recognize the existence of fireworks on earth.

It was Chen Shaobai and his party.

Playing with the purple gold gourd in his hand, Ma Fengzi's eyes flashed with an unbelievable light: "Shaobai. Your purple gold gourd is really mysterious and unpredictable. You can actually refine a magical pill like the Trial Fruit and the Resurrection Incense. If it weren't for it, I'm afraid I would have fallen in the three disasters of the earth water."

It has been seven days since he was still a little unacceptable that such magical objects exist in the world. In his opinion, although it is common to refine demons into pills, the success rate can reach almost 80% like the "spirit gourd curse", which is simply unimaginable.

For normal alchemists, before refining magic medicine, who do not open a cauldron and bathe, fast for three days, tidy up their minds, and then dare to start refining? Those who take time and labor and can ensure that the success rate is more than half can be named the title of alchemy master.

What should we call success rate of 80%?

Immortal Master? God Craftsman?

Chen Shaobai took the purple gold gourd and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are a master of the Fenghuo Realm now, so you still need to envy me?"

If he hadn't been worried too much that the success rate was reduced by 20%, the friends in front of him would have been like frightened birds, leaving him hiding.

In the eyes of some great masters, the value of this purple gold gourd is even higher than that of the Taoist instruments.

But this also shows that Chen Shaobai trusts the three. Ma Fengzi, Miqilin and Ma Jiajia are all smart people. Although they don’t say this, they are very grateful and treat each other sincerely without any reservation.

"It's a pity that you can only use the spiritual gourd mantra by yourself, otherwise we will take turns to recover the demons, and each of them will quickly rush to the tenth level of Qi Quenching and strive to transform into the gods."

Looking at the gourd in Chen Shaobai's hand, a hint of regret appeared in Miqilin's eyes.

Chen Shaobai also tried to teach them the spiritual gourd curse, but for some reason, for Chinese ancient Chinese, as talented as Ma Fengzi and Miqilin, he could not understand and guess the charm of it, and could not read the sentences smoothly. How to understand the mystery of the secret technique?

"Don't listen to her instigation. The water and water environment will be dead for a lifetime. I don't want to experience it for the second time. Without full preparation, I will be dead if I go."

Thinking of the final destruction of the three tribulations of earth and water, a hint of fear appeared on Ma Fengzi's face, and he said to Chen Shaobai solemnly.

Under the majesty of heaven and earth, even he, a madman who is not afraid of heaven and earth and is known as a madman, has developed a hint of fear.

"Don't worry, am I like an impulsive person?"

Chen Shaobai smiled and shook his head, but when he saw the three of them having a "you are" expression on their faces, the corners of his mouth twitched: "I am most despised of forcing a robbery and rape and robbery. That guy hit the gun, which is considered unlucky."

Thinking of the scene that day, Ma Fengzi's eyes also twitched: "Before killing, please use your name, is it okay?"

"You even dare to kill the Young Master Jueqing Cliff, but are you afraid of taking more? There are too many lice and too many debts to suppress your body~" Chen Shaobai was so righteous and looked as if he was taken for granted.

Miqilin and Ma Jiajia covered their mouths and laughed secretly.

...

Time flies, two days ago.

The Star Islands are located in the south, and when they first entered the Chou, the sky was already dark.

On a Yuehua Island outside the Star Islands, Miqilin, who had just received the news, was a little unhappy: "The world's number one auction has been postponed again? Ren Xi is going to commit suicide! Isn't he afraid of being angry with the public?"

The purpose of her coming here was to be the grand and grand auction, rather than simply killing demons and eliminating immortal pills. The organizer repeatedly put pigeons on, so he naturally had some resentment.

Although they have been together for only five days, Chen Shaobai has already spread some of his lifestyle and habits to the three people around him, and their words and deeds also have a hint of the youth of the twenty-first century.

"He is naturally not afraid of Ren Chunqiu behind him. Besides, this may not be without the intention of other great masters." Ma Jiajia stretched out a pink finger and pressed his red lips, and said thoughtfully.

Chen Shaobai's thoughts were slightly changed, and he thought it through: "Although it can consume spirit stones to be transmitted through space tunnels, there are too many disadvantages? Kaiyuan's great masters may want to use this auction to develop and strengthen the power of our sect."

"The war between the two worlds is being prepared, and everyone wants to take the lead, lead the trend, and seek the most benefits in this war... The auction is postponed, and Haotian Gate will definitely play a big role in it!"

While using divine thoughts to sweep the world and find demons, Michilin and Ma Jiajia were distracted and thoughtful.

The three were chatting without a word, either analyzing the general trend of the world, exchanging experience in practicing, or talking about some gossips of immortals and demons, and their relationship continued to heat up.

As for Ma Fengzi...

What can you expect a guy who is always stuffed with food in his mouth to say? He is just a loyal listener, that's all.

Well, that's true.

"It is said that... Fairy Mengli from Haotianmen... will... be... cough cough..."

Ma Fengzi finally swallowed the roast goose in her mouth. As soon as she opened her mouth, Chen Shaobai stuffed a crimson purple peach into it, and he rolled his eyes choked.

"In five days, thirty roasted chickens, twenty-five roast ducks, eighteen roasted geese, and forty roasted fish. You have eaten too much greasy recently, so you should have some fruits to clear your stomach."

Chen Shaobai's face was calm, but his calm and indifferent tone and slightly narrowed eyes made Ma Fengzi feel a creepy feeling.

He knew that Chen Shaobai's squinting eyes often meant that his mood had become extremely unhappy.

"Tsk... You are the true master of the Qingxuan Sect and the right sect of the famous sect. If you like Fairy Mengli, go and chase it... Cough cough..." Ma Fengzi, who was stuffed with fruits again, cleverly chose to keep silent and chew the fruits obediently.

After solving the gossip man, Chen Shaobai came to his senses and suddenly found Miqilin beside him with a stern face and looked like a stranger, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"look!"

Miqilin pointed to the far below in a concise manner.

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed.

Under the dim morning light, a weak female cultivator desperately waved the sword in her hand, struggling to resist the attack of three strong men.

All four are monks from the Qi-Tempering Secret Realm. The former comes from the Glazed Void, while the latter comes from an unknown small sect.

"In the past, it was hard to reach the sky if you wanted to see a cultivator in tempering. Now Ren Xi has invested a lot of spiritual stones to promote the auction. The dragon and snake are mixed, and it seems a bit messy."

Chen Shaobai narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down.

The three strong men's faces, the objects raised under their crotch, and the desperate eyes of the female cultivator were all showing them something bad...
Chapter completed!