Rural Shennong

It took less than an hour for Chen Ping to practice until all the effects of the medicine in the liquid were exhausted, but he rested for five full days before adapting to the stronger physical strength.

This time of practice, Chen Ping's physical strength has been infinitely advanced, and he has made a small success in casting a golden body, but it is just a little bit short, and he can't pass it no matter what.

"Those who travel hundreds of miles, half ninety!" Chen Ping sighed.

He really didn't want to soak it again, but he didn't know how many years it would take him to break through that critical point just by practicing the technique of casting a golden body without the cooperation of medicinal liquid.

Chen Ping's cultivation has reached the semi-holy realm, and this newly prepared liquid medicine has such a strong effect on him, let alone a great rush to the extraordinary realm.

Daben has only soaked half a time, and his physical strength has reached the semi-holy level, the only difference is that he doesn't have a good understanding of the law of destruction.

Chen Ping did not let Da Ben continue to soak, but shared his spirit with it, allowing him to continue to deepen his understanding of the law of destruction.

Half a month later, Chen Ping prepared the second tank of liquid medicine, and the bone-eating grass was used up. After all, what he got was a dead grass, unlike ghost-faced mushrooms, which can be cultivated in a way.

With the first experience, this time Chen Ping let Luoluoshan drink it and spit it out, which saved him trouble.

Chen Ping's stronger physical body greatly enhanced his resistance to the corrosion of the liquid medicine, and the pain was not as severe as before. Chen Ping gritted his teeth and persisted until all the effects of the medicine in the liquid were absorbed and transformed, and his body also It just burst a few blood vessels.

At this moment, there is not a drop of water in the bathtub, only a sitting statue wrapped in a black-gray hard shell remains.

This hard shell is composed of dirty blood impurities and dried medicine dregs expelled from Chen Ping's body.

From the gaps in the hard shell, strands of golden light seep out. From a distance, it looks like a statue of a god, and the treasure elephant is solemn.

Time flies, and Daben has advanced to the semi-saint level, reaching the level of the old wolf king.

Bao Zhixi also stabilized her semi-saint realm.

Yan Luo understood those runes and improved his cultivation, but Chen Ping remained silent.

That night, Da Ben, who was dozing by the bathtub, suddenly closed his ears.

It heard a "caracalla" sound.

Da Ben quickly stood up and looked into the tub.

Bao Zhixi, Yan Luo, and Luoluosan also cheered up at the same time.

In the bathtub, fine cracks appeared in the hard shell covering Chen Ping, and the cracked hard shell began to drop slag.

"Boom!" After a sound, those hard shells exploded into powder, revealing Chen Ping's naked body sitting cross-legged.

The golden light flashed, and it was retracted into Chen Ping's body in an instant, followed by a ball darker than the night, formed with Chen Ping as the center, and spread rapidly.

Where the ball passed, the fourth-grade alloy sun-burning warm jade used to make the bathtub quietly turned into nothingness.

Seeing this scene, everyone's hairs stood on end in shock, and their whole bodies went stiff.

Just looking at the black ball in front of them plunged them into endless despair, as if they were chained around their necks by a life-threatening chain.

Luoluosan, whose cultivation base had reached the holy realm, was the first to come back to her senses, and quickly summoned countless vines, bound Bao Zhixi, Xiao Cai, Yan Luo, and Da Ben, and swished away hundreds of feet away.

He didn't dare to turn his head back, and ran wildly: "Is this the domain of the law of destruction? Riding on your coffin plank is too scary!"

Fortunately, Luoluosan was vigilant enough to drag away a few melon-eating people who were intimidated by the field of the law of destruction in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Chen Ping's law of destruction was still spreading, the tub was completely wiped out, and the surrounding land was silently corroded into a huge pothole.

Luoluoshan ran away with everyone, then turned around, patted her chest and said: "Monster, monster, fortunately, Master Luoluoshan is smart enough, otherwise..."

Before it finished speaking, it raised its neck stiffly, with a small mouth that grew wide, and its eyes almost popped out of their sockets: "That, that, that is..."

The other two and two beasts were not much better, and they all looked towards the sky in horror.

Just above Chen Ping's law of destruction domain, a huge vortex appeared.

Dark clouds billowed in the vortex, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and an unparalleled terrifying pressure descended from the sky.

"Puff!" Luoluosan knelt down, her buttocks pouted and her head covered, shaking shiveringly.

Although no one has seen what Heavenly Tribulation looks like, this situation is almost the same as the legendary Heavenly Tribulation.

Da Ben's legs fell to the ground as soon as they softened, and the back of his buttocks was wet, obviously he was scared to urinate.

Xiao Cai seemed to be pressed down on the ground, her wings were spread out horizontally, and she let out bursts of wailing.

Bao Zhixi and Yan Luo are human beings, and their sensitivity to the power of heaven and earth is far less than that of strange beasts and spiritual plants. It's like when an earthquake and tsunami hit, the first thing they sense is poultry and livestock.

Although their faces were also pale, they were better than the three non-human beings around them.

The two looked at each other, and they both saw the look of horror in each other's eyes, and said in unison: "Run!"

After finishing speaking, the two of them picked up three limp non-human beings who were completely intimidated by Huanghuangtian, and continued to run desperately away from Chen Ping.

Cultivation is to go against the sky.

Through cultivation, human beings break through the limits of their depth, body, and lifespan. The higher the cultivation level, the more resources will be consumed.

For Tian Dao, a monk who has cultivated to a high level is like a cancer cell that has finally grown into a tumor.

But this kind of situation, logically speaking, will only appear when one reaches the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm and is about to become a true immortal.

If you survive the catastrophe, you will become a true immortal, so the catastrophe is also called the catastrophe of the true immortal.

But Chen Ping had just become a saint, and he hadn't even reached the Ascension Realm yet, so he attracted a catastrophe.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, even if others told about the flowers, they wouldn't believe it.

In fact, it is not surprising that Chen Ping has attracted a catastrophe.

Since ancient times, there has never been a monk who has realized Taoism and sanctified by the law of destruction.

Taoism follows nature, based on the cultivation of all things, but the law of destruction is completely opposite to the cultivation of all things.

For Tiandao, Chen Ping is an existence that wants to go beyond the rules of Tiandao, and is more hateful than cancer cells and tumors.

Bao Zhixi and Yan Luo didn't stop until they ran ten miles away, Daben Xiaocai and Luoluosan got out of the scope of the disaster, and they regained their energy.

Luoluoshan said tremblingly: "Chen Ping is a pervert, a pervert!"

"He was able to bring about a catastrophe in the pseudo-immortal world. The gods really don't want to see him."

It stands to reason that the Pseudo Immortal Realm cannot come to Heavenly Tribulation because of the incomplete way of heaven.

If the way of heaven is complete and the catastrophe can be brought down smoothly, then it will not be a problem for monks in the Ascension Realm to cultivate to the Immortal Realm in the Pseudo Immortal Realm. There is no need to go back to the wilderness to seek the chance to ascend to immortality.

Just when Chen Ping was invoking a catastrophe, in a courtyard deep in the Motuo Temple, Abbot Zhiyuan, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, and stepped out of the quiet room in one step.

"This is impossible!"

"Who? Who is destroying the way of heaven!"