Starting from Hokage

All the clouds in the sky turned into calamities, and dense layers of thunder surged in like water waves.

Cultivation invades the creation of heaven and earth and seizes the mystery of all things.

The two words "robbing" convey the essence of how ordinary people practice to reverse birth, old age, illness, and death, and to maintain their destiny and ethics.Therefore, monks are the rebels of heaven and earth, and immortals are the rebels of heaven and earth.

Rumble!

There are distortions and black lines in the surrounding space that cannot bear the huge force. The space stability of the low spiritual realm is far less than that of the high spiritual realm. Moreover, the thunder disaster itself has the terrifying characteristic of tearing apart time and space.

The purple-black thunderballs that shook the heavens and tore apart everything rained down. They even twisted and refracted the changes in the void as if they were spiritual, clustering and killing.

Over the brightly lit metropolis in the middle of the night, between the clouds and mist thousands of meters away.

A green-robed Taoist, surrounded by dark ferocious dragons and snakes, was suspended in the air. He stretched out one hand, as if he wanted to cover the sky with one hand and reverse his own fate.

"Confucianism is afraid of destiny, so it is necessary to cultivate one's self; Buddha is afraid of cause and effect, but does not know that karma cannot be escaped; but I, the Taoist, only want to live forever, change and soar, face the destiny directly, have no fear of cause and effect, and resist nature. How brave is it!" Calm! The indifferent and fearless words echoed in the void. Dozens of yellow paper cinnabar talisman and seals came out from the Taoist's sleeves, surrounding him with an invisible force field, a solid iron wall, and layers of defenses that forcibly blocked the rain. Thousands of thunder tribulations blocked it.

The mana mixed with qi and blood surged around the body, and the peak cultivation of qi, which had been restrained by the low aura environment of the Dharma-ending era since the Ming Dynasty, quickly condensed, and then rushed out like a river bursting its banks.

He was originally the most outstanding talent of Chinese Taoism in the past 300 years. At this moment, with his cultivation of the [-]th level of Qi Refining and the Dzogchen Realm, supplemented by the secret techniques of controlling spirits, burning blood, elixirs, formations, etc., if he were to Other high spiritual energy planes suitable for the cultivation of immortals have long been promoted to the level of foundation building... However, this is the earth, where the immortal way is weak and the human way is prosperous, which has long cut off the survival path of all cultivators!

A normal cultivator can refine his Qi and build a foundation to withstand the calamities of earth, water, fire, wind, and heaven. This can take as little as a cup of tea or as long as a few hours. Even if a demonic cultivator has done all his evil karma and done no bad deeds, it can last for a day and a night. The thunder calamity bombardment is enough to wash away all the lead and lead to promotion and breakthrough.

It has been three days and three nights since the beginning of Qingpao Dao's manpower to resist the thunder catastrophe. Even the countries on the earth have begun to pay attention to the abnormal weather changes in this area of ​​​​China. For three consecutive days and three nights, the disaster has lingered. Thousands of thunders blasted and killed, and rain fell continuously. Not only did it not stop, but it became more and more fierce, and more and more rain fell, gradually forcing the Taoist to run out of energy and blood, and step by step towards the desperate situation where the oil and the lamp were exhausted.

Because this is the earth.But the earth's path to immortality has been cut off. No matter how talented God is, no matter how hard he struggles, no matter how he has no regrets, he will eventually fall. After all, he will still be...dead but not alive.

Boom!

The dazzling lightning collided with the figure, and then exploded from each other.

All the defensive talismans swirling around him exploded, and his natal spirit, Ghost Poison Dragon, was severely damaged and fell into a deep sleep.

The green-robed Taoist, who was originally ordinary in appearance but appeared to have a gorgeous temperament due to his extreme concentration, had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. As his energy and blood burned out, his beauty turned to white hair. At this moment, he was full of powerful and profound internal energy. Just like his life, there is no way to survive.

"Haha, haha, hahahahahaha, a hundred years of hard work, a hundred years of struggle, but in the end, there is not even a way to survive."

"God's will is always difficult to ask. When I think of this, even I have to bow my head." He seemed to be crying, laughing, sad and angry, his body seemed to be shaking slightly, and he suddenly raised his hand.

With a loud scream, a cold and fierce silver light was swung out by the Taoist from the sleeves of the Taoist robe, but it was a Taoist flying sword forged from strange steel and supplemented by many rare treasures.

This sword has no name, just because the Taoist has been practicing Taoism for twenty years and has achieved a small level of cultivation. It is already invincible in the world in this Dharma Ending Age. In the earth's cultivation world/foreign world in this Dharma Ending Age, this sword's sharp power can be said to be unparalleled. The Taoist flying swords in this world have never had a chance to be unsheathed, until today.

The green-robed Taoist drew his sword and looked around. He saw the clouds of calamity growing thicker and thicker above his head, and the endless thunder that continued to gather in the distance on the horizon. However, the sky in this world was about to overthrow the cultivators, and refused to give anyone a trace. Way to survive.

"Either you succeed or die on the road to success. I, Zhu Peng, have made a lot of promises in my life, and I have never wasted a day in vain, and I have never... regretted it."

As if he heard the Taoist sighing softly while holding his sword with one hand, the clouds of calamity rolled in the sky, thunder burst out, and the heavens were furious.

However, the fierce sword light in the Taoist's hand suddenly flourished, surrounding him and turning into a silver sword rainbow. The dazzling sword light like an angry dragon pointed towards the sky, and he stabbed fiercely.

The green-robed Taoist, who combined man and sword to charge against the sky, seemed like a moth rushing toward the blazing fire: You can kill me, but you can't defeat me!

The sky was struck by thunder and calamity, and the scene was frozen. The moment when the green-robed Taoist soared to the sky with his sword seemed like a moment and eternity, symbolizing the final glory of the earth's cultivation world.

At the same time, directly below the thunder tribulation in the sky, among the bustling lights flickering, it was midnight on the top floor of a residential building in the metropolis.

A young man living alone with an ordinary appearance but extremely energetic was operating the computer quickly. The few game characters left on the screen moved flexibly and supported each other. They tried their best to surround and kill the first world-class boss in "The World of Immortals" : Ghost-Faced Wolf Spider.

The comrades around them fell one after another. Although they were already the most elite team, with almost perfect operation, coordination, and discipline, they came to challenge Ghost Face with their current average level of about level 50. Wolf Spider, after all, was a little too reluctant.

In the end, all the comrades around him died.

Only the Rakshasa warrior controlled by Zhu Peng is left on the computer screen. In fact, without the human shield and output, this challenge can basically be declared a failure. The Ghost Faced Wolf Spider still has nearly one-fifth of its health left, and there is no The Vajra Warriors stand in the front row and do the most damage. There are no fire control, electro-handling, or wind mage players behind to deal damage. With just a Tiger Balm Rakshasa Warrior, the Ghost Faced Wolf Spider is singled out. The difficulty of the game is almost unplayable and cannot be seen. To the point of beating the odds.

However, the more critical the situation becomes, the more concentrated the young man's energy becomes. The keyboard is his weapon, and the picture on the screen is his battlefield. Since a person is on the battlefield, no matter whether he can win or not: he can't be timid, he just does it.

Because of the crazy devotion of his whole body, the young man's eyes seemed to have burning flames flickering, and his hands were so flexible that they were like strong winds sweeping through the keyboard, and even brought out a series of blurry shadows due to the too fast operation.

The poisonous spiders and explosive spiders released by the Ghost-faced Wolf Spider were avoided by him one by one, and he killed them one by one. They did extreme avoidance again and again, extreme operations again and again, and empty blood returned to red again and again. The YY group who was playing the blame game gradually calmed down, like a group of ducks whose necks were strangled, dumbfounded by the terrifying operational ability displayed by Zhu Peng at this moment.

As the leader of this game team, everyone else only knows that their boss has strong organizational skills, planning and layout skills. However, it is not until today that they truly understand where their boss’s strongest point is... living towards death, In a desperate situation to survive, he is tenacious and tenacious to a point that ordinary people cannot imagine. As long as he is not dead, he will never give up even if there is only a glimmer of hope!

As the last skill was played, the Rakshasa warrior blasted out an illusory ghost energy. The last energy and blood of the huge ferocious ghost-faced wolf spider was emptied. The ruined corpse exploded with a bang, and precious equipment scattered all over the sky.

"Holy shit! The boss is so awesome. The level 52 Rakshasa Warrior single-handedly killed the level 60 world boss Ghost Faced Wolf Spider, which had at least one-fifth of its health left. Boss, I love you and I will give birth to a group of monkeys for you."

"Show off your face, divine awareness, divine micro-control, and divine level empty-blood counterattack. The first world boss to be exploded in "Xianxian World"! The bounty of 50 US dollars! Isn't it equivalent to more than 300 million yuan in RMB? Oh, boss, I want to give you my sister and give you a child!"

"The boss has been given out, and we have also been given out! Thirty-four million, the boss will take the first one and two million, and the rest of us will share some soup, and we can also share three and a half million!"

"I didn't want to take 50 million. As long as I can get [-], my mother won't blame me for not doing my job properly."

"You are much better than me. My old man always says that my computer and I are Siamese twins. This time, my brother, I must feel proud and proud!"

"Hahahaha, I'm already imagining the pleasure of throwing wads of banknotes at my aunt's face, making you look down on me. Damn..."

Completely ignoring the popular hustle and bustle in the yy group, Zhu Peng was so exhausted that he pulled off his headphones. Zhu Peng immediately sent the screenshot of the game where he killed the boss to the sponsor, and then waited for the bank transfer.

The team he manages has cooperated with this financial owner many times, and there is still basic trust between them. What's more, the contract is clearly written in black and white, and no one can deceive anyone.

After sorting out the contributions and reward amounts of each teammate and distributing the notice, Zhu Peng pushed the computer desk and pressed the keyboard to pause the battle in "The World of Immortals".

He stood up and stretched, all the bones in his body crackling, then slowly walked to one side and took out a can of cold beer from the refrigerator.

Fighting for hours, especially when fighting the boss at the end, requires extreme concentration and consumes a lot of energy. This is not much easier than doing other heavy physical work.

"After making this money, I can transfer it to grandma and I can relax for a while."

The curtains were opened with a squeaking sound, and the weird three-day rainstorm and violent thunder outside had disappeared. The dark clouds in the sky had dispersed, and it looked as if it had just been washed. It was an exceptionally clean and beautiful bright starry sky.

Talking to himself, Zhu Peng sipped the cold and refreshing beer, turned around, and saw an ordinary-looking man in a simple, thick green robe, sitting in front of his computer, leaning on himself gaming chair.

"Uh, you...how did you get in?"

Zhu Peng had just relaxed and his mind was a little dazed. He glanced at the double-locked security door of his house not far away, and then at the young Taoist priest sitting leisurely on his "throne". He couldn't react for a while.

"Zhu Peng, 21 years old, grew up in a Qingshan orphanage. He has no formal education, but he is quick-witted, shameless, cunning and tenacious. He now runs the first gang in "Xunxian", the 'Jianqi Tang', which is also the 'legendary' A professional player..." The Taoist with withered hair and a tired look looked at the young man in front of him and said with a smile.

He has an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are shining, and his whole person looks strangely handsome because of his extremely focused temperament.

Zhu Peng held a beer in one hand and stared blankly at the man in Taoist clothing who told about his life experience and even many secrets. After his expression changed several times, he tentatively called out softly: "Dad?"

The man in Taoist attire with green robe and white hair suddenly fell silent. The next moment he opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

"Well, even if you're not my father, you don't have to be so excited. Anyway, I haven't had a father since I was a child, so I'm used to it." Zhu Peng put the beer in his hand on the table next to him, and at the same time, he very secretly used the fruit knife on the fruit plate on the table. He caught it in his hand and hid it behind his back.

Although the man in front of him looks very similar to himself, Zhu Peng has always been wary of others since he was an orphan since he was a child.

"Ahem, cough, in a sense, I am indeed your father, but I have practiced pure Yang internal skills since I was a child, so there is no blood relationship between us. But from the perspective of cause and effect, I am indeed It's your father." Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhu Peng, who was sitting on the computer chair, turned his head and glanced at the night sky that was getting darker again. There was a feeling of black blood gradually spreading and spreading. .

Self-destructing Wuming, and adding more than half of his own skills, can only barely delay this little breathing time.

"You should not have been born in this world. Your father was a military hero who died on the frontier with outstanding achievements but had no heirs. When your mother was pregnant with you, she was a 16-year-old kind-hearted woman who had never been born. You were born in Gengwu. She was born on a red day without a moon, and was stolen as soon as she was born. After being tossed around and moved to the Qingshan Orphanage, if it weren’t for you being there, your grandma would have died of a sudden illness 20 years ago. I changed her fate for her. , let her enjoy her old age in peace, in many senses, you should thank me." Zhu Peng glanced at the increasingly dark starry night outside the window, and he spoke faster.

"You mean, my mother didn't abandon me on purpose?"

"She loves you very much, and your grandparents also love you very much. Even though she and her family have been greatly stigmatized because of you, if the child thief hadn't stolen you, your childhood would have been very happy. . They have been looking for you for at least ten years after you were stolen... Don't worry, I arranged a good marriage for your mother. The man has been rich for many generations, and it is rare for him to have good looks. Your mother will live a very happy life in the future. , she will have another pair of children, both of whom are very cute and smart, and will live a happy and peaceful life. Only you will gradually fade away, disappear in the eyes of the world, and break all earthly ties."

Zhu Peng stood at the side of the dining table, staring blankly at the green-robed Taoist sitting there, and then he threw away the fruit knife hidden in his hand.

The man in front of me is filled with a terrifying demonic pressure. It feels like a first-level game account in "The World of Immortals" facing the world-class boss, the Ghost-Faced Spider, in his hand. It makes no difference whether there is a whiteboard sword or not, because in a real fight, 1 first-level trumpets will die in front of the ghost-faced spider.

"Your birth, growth, character shaping, and life experiences were all arranged by me. I even gave you the name 'Zhu Peng' to prepare for today. Come on, the unique 'Escape' The owner of the destiny, merge with me, bring my ambition, bring my obsession, and challenge the boundless way of heaven again." He was slightly crazy and whispered and roared. At this moment, the green-robed Taoist was not only It was just his mouth and nose, but all the seven orifices in his head had begun to overflow with blood. Burning Blood and Burning Yuan had exhausted his internal energy, and he had actually reached the point where he was running out of gas.

At the same time, the night sky outside the window... no, outside the atmosphere, a meteorite that is not huge but definitely not small is wrapped in layers of purple thunder, and is heading towards the coordinates here at high speed under the guidance of a vague but great will. A flying collision will kill you with this attack.

"who are you?"

"I am you. Of course, I have one more precious identity than you that you don't have. In the earth's monk world, millions of monks from three sects and sixteen paths all call me 'Taiyin'."

At the moment when the extraterrestrial meteorite broke through the atmosphere, Zhu Peng in green robe suddenly looked back. When he saw the meteorite blessed by layers of thunder tribulations with his Taoist spiritual pupils, his expression remained unchanged even though his Taoist heart was solid and almost as if Mount Tai had collapsed. , I couldn't help but feel a toothache at this moment.

Mr. Earth, I just want to build a foundation. You don’t have to risk your life with me, right?

At the moment when Taoist Qingpao turned around, Zhu Peng, who had long been looking forward to a chance to escape, rushed to the other end in the opposite direction to Taoist Qingpao without hesitation.

Passing through the kitchen, he jumped up and threw himself towards the window. This place was more than [-] stories tall. If he fell from the mortal body, he would almost certainly die. However, Zhu Peng believed in his intuition and survived after jumping from more than [-] stories. There was only one percent hope of living, and he risked his life to fight with the green-robed Taoist, but he was dead, with not even the slightest chance of survival.

I don’t want to die. The first 20 years of my life were arranged by that crazy Taoist priest. No wonder I’m so handsome but I didn’t even get a girlfriend. It must be that bastard’s fault...

With the idea of ​​being smashed to pieces without being "eaten", Zhu Peng closed his eyes and hit the window with all his strength. However, the expected pain of the collision did not come. Zhu Peng realized something was wrong and quickly opened his eyes, only to find that He was flying towards the green-robed Taoist: Taoism, ghosts beating the wall.

"I've already said it, I am you, you are me, how can I not know what you will choose when faced with a desperate situation?

Your whole life has been controlled and managed by me. You have no place to come from, no way to return, no worries, no relatives, no connections, and all the worldly ties are cut off.

The area here was bombarded by lightning for three days and three nights after I set up a formation. The membrane of the heavens itself was already extremely fragile, plus this Xuande prayer talisman can increase a certain amount of Qi in a short period of time.

So, don’t be afraid, we don’t necessarily have to lose our minds and die. "

Even though he was extremely weak, he could still easily restrain the energetic young man who was struggling with great strength with one hand. The green-robed Taoist and the struggling young man watched the huge thunder meteor flying faster and closer in the field of vision. Until the moment before the disaster really comes.

The Qingpao Taoist loosened his grip on Zhu Peng, and at the same time activated the Yin Minghuo that had been trapped in the opponent's body since the moment he was born. The dark red magic flame instantly ignited from the deepest part of Zhu Peng's soul, burning it. His physical body is incinerated with energy, blood and essence in a chain.

Anyway, this body is already in great danger. Instead of returning its vitality to heaven and earth, Taiyin's attitude has always been to squeeze it dry and squeeze out its final value. He does this to everyone and himself.

There was a bang, carrying the pain of being burned by the devil's flames. However, the young Zhu Peng still slammed into the computer in front of him as soon as he escaped from the control of Taiyin: I will not give you a dime to take advantage of.

"It's useless. All I want to use is your true soul and escape life. As for your life or death, I really don't mind."

Not only is the professional player Zhu Peng's body-burning aura gradually condensed into a crimson red flame fireball, but Taiyin Zhu Peng's whole body is also burning with raging golden flames. Being cruel to others is nothing, Taiyin's most terrifying thing The thing is that he is ruthless to others and himself, leaving no room for mercy.

Fierce golden flames burning all over his body invaded the soul's will with endless pain, but the green-robed Taoist laughed freely and opened his arms to embrace the giant purple thunder meteor that was flying towards him and became bigger and bigger. Pure Yang Internal Skill "Pure Yang Zhengyi Gong" The raging golden flames generated by the stimulation and the thunderous force that arrived before the purple thunder giant meteorite collided with each other. The intensity of the spiritual pressure has exceeded the bearing limit of the earth's lower spiritual realm plane. In the layered void invisible to the naked eye, The cracks in the space gradually appeared like cracks.

Zhu Peng hit his head on the computer and died. The red flames around him incinerated the entire computer and its host. The red demonic fire burned the screen, melted the host, and swallowed everything.

Although the shouts of the Jianqi Hall members kept ringing in the headphones, their hall leader could never be called back. The boss was thick-skinned, evil-hearted, and shameless, but he led them to victory after victory.

Taiyin Zhu Peng's whole body turned into a brilliant golden-red flame, and at the same time ignited and activated the extremely precious Xuande Prayer Talisman, and the aura of good fortune and luck shrouded the red flames that were intertwined, devouring and biting each other. Jinyan.

The next moment, the entire building was finally exploded by the thunder meteorite. The remaining thunder meteorite penetrated the sea view room and penetrated into the sea behind it, causing a huge wave and white smoke that filled the sky.

Such huge momentum and destruction did not erase even an irrelevant bystander except for two people who should not have appeared in this world. Zhu Peng specially arranged to escape to this remote residence. The original residents were Few, other tenants will not live here due to various reasons during this period, and naturally they will not be killed or injured due to Zhu Peng's tribulation, which will in vain consume the power of the Xuande Prayer Talisman.

"The great road is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine. I have spent more than 20 years cultivating the fate of a rare escape in a thousand years. I have also cut off all kinds of earthly connections for him and shaped his heart and will. The one I seek is the ethereal one. A glimmer of life. The funny thing is, even I don’t know what the escaped glimmer of life actually refers to." Faint thoughts echoed in the void space, and a ball of illustrious golden flames and a ball of strange red fire interacted with each other. They are entangled, fighting and devouring each other, just like a golden and red Tai Chi diagram that is running endlessly.

They were fighting and fighting like this, and under the influence of the Xuande Prayer Talisman, they crashed into the largest crack in the surrounding pitch black space. Now, they are really at the mercy of life and death. Zhu Pengdu can do Taiyin. Already done everything.

"Exhaust all your efforts, make countless arrangements, tear apart the membrane of the heavens, entangle with the souls of those who escape the fate, and escape to the illusory glimmer of life... The Three Pure Ones are above, please bless the disciples to fulfill their wishes."