Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 995

The era of gods and demons should have come to an end ten thousand years ago, but after ten thousand years, there are still remnants of the demon clan who are still ruthless.

The peaceful and peaceful life in the Heavenly Court has been broken, catastrophe has come, and thousands of immortals have fallen to the mortal world.

In the precarious wind and rain, it is difficult to support a single tree.

Some people feel that the sky is about to collapse. For the busy immortals, it seems that there is no hope at all.

But Laojun firmly believes that the era of immortals has not come to an end, and the way of heaven is still within an acceptable range for immortals.

This catastrophe will not make the heavenly court wither away, at most it will wipe out the remnants of the demons.

The young man who traveled from the small world with his feet on the fairy sword was conveying such a signal to Laojun.

Fan Denglong was sent into a strange small world by the old gentleman. Originally, the old gentleman wanted to keep Fan Denglong safe. Even if the yin and yang soul washing flag fell into the hands of the demon god of war, there was no way for Fan Denglong to lose.

There are flowers and grass in that small world, as well as all kinds of birds and beasts, a pleasant paradise scenery.

Moreover, the aura is abundant, which is very suitable for cultivation.

After Fan Denglong went in, not only his own wounds healed quickly, but also the spiritual fluid consumed in his dantian was quickly replenished, and a lot of Liquan sword was also stored.

According to the sword spirit, staying here for a while can be worth more than half a year in Zhu's house.

With the aura, Fan Denglong didn't dare to ask the sword spirit to absorb it presumptuously. Such a small world should have been developed with a lot of effort. .

Sitting there cross-legged and cultivating, in a place full of aura, coupled with the help of Qiyun Baimang, the speed of cultivation has improved quite quickly.

The strength of the Demon God of War made him feel a little hopeless. The combination of the Liquan sword and the real dragon seal couldn't move him half a point, and the defense was too strong.

At this time, Fan Denglong didn't know what the battle outside was like, but he thought that the only thing he could do now was to hurry up and practice, and try to help him a little bit.

"I handed over the Yin Yang Soul Cleansing Banner with my own hands, so I must take it back with my own hands."

Fan Denglong secretly thought in his heart.

Hurry up and improve your cultivation, so that the True Dragon Seal and Liquan Sword can exert greater power.

In the past, his opponents in the mortal world were all pediatricians, but now that he met a strong opponent, Fan Denglong was still a little flustered.

The Liquan sword disappeared beside Fan Denglong with a whistling sound. It was the first time he had seen this kind of small world, and he was very curious in his heart.Of course, Sword Spirit and Fan Denglong have different ideas, and the small world is also different. Since it is Laojun's small world, there must be a lot of good things hidden in it.

The tip of the sword is already extremely damaged. If it weren't for the sword spirit maintaining it, the entire sword would almost collapse.

It urgently needs materials to repair itself now.

Everyone was busy with their own affairs, and no one noticed that there was a pair of eyes watching from above this small world.

Maybe the owner of this small world, Taishang Laojun, didn't expect that Tiandao would come here quietly and pay attention to a monk who only has the cultivation base of Nascent Soul.

The aura on Fan Denglong's body suddenly soared, and his cultivation level jumped all the way from the Nascent Soul stage. The remaining six golden elixirs to be condensed were condensed in the dantian at the same time, and the Nascent Soul in the sea of ​​consciousness also moved, pulling the spiritual energy to go Build the Purple Mansion.

The aura in the small world was absorbed by Fan Denglong like a whale absorbing water. Some of the best fairy grasses that Laojun planted in it withered one by one, and Fan Denglong was wrapped in a ball of green balls.

The whole person seems to be one with the land of the small world, and every corner of the small world is clearly presented in his mind.

But at this time, Fan Denglong was not in the mood to care about that.

The violent psychic liquid kept impacting the meridians in his body, and he had to concentrate on guiding these psychic liquids to run. All the meridians in his body lit up, and every place needed to be filled with psychic liquid.

The sudden change startled Liquanjian in the distance, and hurried back to Fan Denglong, looking up to the sky, his eyes made Liquanjian buzz.

There was a faint sigh.

Just as the sword spirit was about to speak, there was a ripple on Fan Denglong's body.

From the Nascent Soul Stage to the Golden Core Stage, and this is not over, because the cultivation base is still growing rapidly.

The Purple Mansion, God Refining, Mahayana, Crossing the Tribulation, the realms that countless monks have spent their entire lives to cross, Fan Denglong actually achieved it in one step.

There are no hindrances and no sequelae, it just feels like a success.

There is not much aura left in the small world, and the paradise that Laojun spent thousands of years building was destroyed by Fan Denglong.

Withered grass jelly can be seen everywhere, and the originally vibrant world now seems a bit lifeless.

There are thunder calamities gathering in the sky, nine days of thunder calamities.

Mortals must go through the baptism of thunder to enter the gate of heaven.

Fan Denglong stepped from the Nascent Soul Stage to the peak of Crossing Tribulation in one step. After being baptized by Thunder Tribulation, he can directly ascend in the daytime.

Not to mention how envious Sword Spirit is of this kind of treatment.

When the thunder calamity fell, Fan Denglong stood proudly, letting the lightning strike him.

Crispy and numb, very comfortable.

Lei Jie brewed for a moment, and the second one fell again.

Fan Denglong still responded in this way.

It has been the eight thunder tribulations, and his body is already riddled with holes.

But when the ninth road fell, there was no previous explosion scene. The muscles and bones on his body slowly regenerated into skin and flesh.

"Nimma, this cliff is the son of heaven."

Jian Ling has actually seen many monks go through tribulations in his life, but he has never seen such a good treatment.

Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation is not only a kind of baptism, but also a kind of punishment.

Life can only be rushed for a hundred years, but some people want to go against the sky and seek longevity. This must be punished by heaven.If you can survive the nine thunder calamities, the heaven will recognize you, and you will be able to temper your body to reach the body of a fairy after the thunder calamity.

But this kind of situation where only eight thunderbolts are cut, and the ninth one is directly used to temper the body of the immortal, the sword spirit feels jealous no matter how he looks at it.

Those eyes in the sky just stared at Liquanjian, and Liquanjian immediately ran to hide behind Fan Denglong.

The power of thunder and calamity on his body has not dissipated, but Fan Denglong has opened his eyes, looked at the sky, and stared at those eyes for a long time.

A channel of white light appeared in the sky of the small world, falling directly on Fan Denglong's body.

"Come with me,"

The sky said slowly.

Fan Denglong put the Liquan sword into his dantian and soared into the sky along the passage.

When he left the small world, a strong pressure squeezed himself, and the newly reshaped fairy body still seemed a little uncomfortable.

Without the body of a fairy, as long as you get close to the space where the Dao of Heaven is, it will instantly turn into powder.

(End of this chapter)