Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

"This is the most direct, simple, and effective method." 233 said, "Of course, you can also try to find other methods to separate Yuandan from Hengtian Stone."

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips, at least he had room to maneuver.

It would be better if we could find another way.

Yuan Dan is the foundation of monks, if the foundation is broken, the path of cultivation will also be broken.

If he really took it out, he would become a useless person, and his life span would be shorter than that of ordinary people because of his damaged vitality.

In fact, this is nothing, after all, he will die sooner or later, but he doesn't want to be killed alive.

The bad temper of the original owner has offended a lot of people over the years, relying on being a member of the Yuan Mingzong, and his cultivation is not bad, he has survived to this day.

If he lost his cultivation base, how many people would want to play with him to death.

What's more, the Profound Realm Conference is coming soon, if he takes out the Yuan Pill, he will have no choice but to not fight, this is tantamount to admitting defeat, and he must receive the opponent's three palms.

Just the master of Xuanjian Sect hated him with such vigor, let alone three palms, one palm could chop him into pieces.

I just hope that the little apprentice will not have any mistakes before the Profound Realm Conference is over, so that he can be more majestic in the conference.

To be on the safe side, Fang Zhuo still asked, "Is it okay not to give it now?"

"I don't know either." The system said, "The protagonist hasn't appeared yet."

There was a lot of trouble when the thunder struck, and he forgot the business. Only then did Fang Zhuo remember the precious apprentice who was still soaking in the pool of blood, "Can I see him?"

233 started the live broadcast, and it was the same as the last scene I saw last time, the sea of ​​blood was quiet.

Go see the chicken cub again, that fart kid, sleeping on his stomach.

Son, you are a boy anyway, how can you be so careless about sleeping.

Having just had a nightmare, his heartbeat hadn't calmed down, and he couldn't enter the state of practice, Fang Zhuo simply propped his face with his hands, staring at the light screen in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly sat up straight.

No, the picture has changed, there is less magic energy floating on the sea of ​​blood, and there are no more boiling bubbles on the surface of the water.

Fang Zhuo stood up abruptly, his gaze sharp and eager, wishing he could stare at the screen to make a hole and slip through.

Time went by, my legs went numb, but there was still no movement.

Just when he was about to give up, waves suddenly appeared on the calm water, from small to large, as if something was moving underwater.

Soon, the waves began to turn up, and there were darker red things blooming in it.

is blood.

This was the only thought in Fang Zhuo's mind. He asked the system to verify, "Is it blood? Duan Lin's blood?"

233 is not too clear, "Look again."

There are more and more spots on the water surface, Fang Zhuoxin's hair tightened, he looked around, and found the shocking python in the corner of the cave.

That idiot was like an earthworm, buried his head in a stone peak, and fell into a dark sleep.

Fang Zhuo gas knot.

As if aware of the master's anger, the Jingtian python's whole body shook suddenly, and he opened his mouth to spit out the letter.

Fang Zhuo pinched its tail and asked, "How is he?"

Shocking Python nodded and shook his head again, which was puzzling.

Fang Zhuo could only close his eyes and perceive the big snake's intentions with his soul.

After a while, he rubbed the center of his eyebrows, put it on the ground, and after a long time, he couldn't tell the difference between up and down, left and right, so he nodded and shook his head.

The ancient spirit beast, the shocking python, can be so stupid.

233 asked him, "Is the protagonist okay?"

Fang Zhuo hummed, "The stupid snake said that when I was retreating, the little apprentice contacted it and let it tell me that he is fine."

As a result, the little bastard forgot all about his business and fell asleep in a corner of the wall.

At this moment, Fang Zhuo missed his clever and obedient son very much.

He sighed, and sat down cross-legged again, "Can you tell me about Duan Rin's past?"

233 said yes, so the story began.

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, there were no magic cultivators, only human cultivators, and there was no evil, only justice.

But in this world, how could one live without resentment or hatred for a lifetime, and over time, those negative emotions accumulated together and turned into demons.

The Heavenly Demon looked like a child when he landed, he could speak with his mouth, and he was still surrounded by black energy, which was later called demonic energy.

The resentment between heaven and earth does not disappear, and it grows every day and every night. Children swallow it and turn it into a boost for cultivation.

After hundreds of years like this, the demon has grown into an adult, with even more devilish energy in his body. Wherever he goes, those who already have cunning thoughts in their hearts will easily go crazy after being affected by the devilish energy.

People were afraid of him and hated him, but they invisibly boosted the cultivation base of the demon and made the demonic energy even worse. Then, some cultivators discovered that they could form alchemy with the demonic energy.

There are tens of thousands of people who want to cultivate the truth, but there is a prerequisite that they must have spiritual roots, but it is not necessary to cultivate demons.

As a result, there are more and more people cultivating demons, and the demons are also regarded as their ancestors.

Renxiu's status was shaken by the appearance of a motley army.

Because of the influence of resentment and other emotions, the demon cultivators were already irritable, and they would beat them up if they disagreed. Renxiu seized this point and launched the first war against the demon cultivators on the grounds that the demon cultivators liked to hurt others.

Tianmo doesn't care about this, he feels that the world is boring, and has retreated back to the ice valley where he was born.

Only one follower and a shocking python were left by his side.

The origin of the Shocking Python is a bit strange. One day, the Heavenly Demon passed through a canyon, and accidentally saw a giant snake devouring a spirit beast.

Greedy and concerned about face, the giant snake was reluctant to spit it out, and was too embarrassed to ask for help, so it kept the spirit beast in its mouth for two days and two nights.

The Heavenly Demon watched it like this for two days and two nights, until the snake was about to die, and then made a move and tore the spirit beast apart.

With gratitude in his heart, the giant python followed behind the demon, and would not leave even if he was killed.

The human cultivator and the demon cultivator fought a total of three battles, resulting in countless casualties, and finally offended the Dao of Heaven.

Tiandao believed that the demon was the original sin, and three thousand profound thunders fell that day.

The Heavenly Demon tried its best to resist, but finally failed and fell.

Without the Heavenly Demon and the continuous demon energy from the Heavenly Demon, the strength of the demon cultivator dropped sharply, and within two days, he was forced to the extreme north by the human cultivator.

"That follower, is that expert who never showed up?"

Needless to say, the giant snake that was almost stuck to death by the spirit beast must be the Shocking Python.

233 said yes, "Actually, Tianmo died quite unjustly."

Three thousand profound thunders, damn it, just thinking about it can scare the shit out of you.

"In my opinion, the way of heaven is afraid of him." Fang Zhuo was angry, "Before the birth of the celestial demon, human cultivators relied on the aura of heaven and earth to cultivate, but the celestial demon and the demon cultivator took a different path and formed their own school."

For Tiandao, this is provoking his authority, can you bear it?

The system does not comment, the default.

Fang Zhuo stood up suddenly, Tiandao couldn't bear it before, but now he can bear it?

"Heavenly Dao can kill him the first time, and he can kill him the second time. No, three palms will be three palms. I will give him the Hengtian Stone now."

While talking, he walked out in a hurry. As soon as he reached the entrance of the cave, there was another thunder from the sky, which struck directly above the waterfall.

The cave swayed and collapsed, blocking the entire cave, making it impossible to perform even a simple movement.

Fang Zhuo understood that Tiandao didn't want to kill him, but just wanted to stop him.

The mountain at the back of Wuwei Peak was struck by lightning for no reason, and everyone was stunned. When the senior brothers arrived, Song Qingjian was using his spiritual power to move the stones away one by one.

There are many people and strength, and it only took a quarter of an hour for Fang Zhuo to be rescued.

"You were struck by lightning twice this time, what did you do?"

Fang Zhuo pushed away the senior brothers who were blocking the way, "Heavenly Dao is crazy, it has nothing to do with me."

As soon as the Bing Leng sword came out, he jumped up, hooked his fingers, and took away the storage bag on Lou Xicheng's waist.

Along the way, thunder kept coming, Fang Zhuo dodged left and right, it was more exciting than drag racing, and his clothes burned a few holes.

Before it arrived, I saw bright white lightning, striking down one after another.

Demonic cultivation is more difficult than human cultivation, and so far no one has succeeded.

Not being able to survive catastrophe means not being able to advance, and neither lifespan nor cultivation can be increased.

Therefore, the lifespan of a demon cultivator is not as long as that of a human cultivator. The short one is a few hundred years, and the long one is only 2000 years.

But judging from the ferocity of today's Thunder Tribulation, the one who has experienced the Tribulation, at least has reached the realm of anti-truth, and may even be in the fusion stage.

Countless demon cultivators, carrying magic weapons, rushed towards the direction of the thunder disaster, wanting to know at the first time whether this expert can successfully survive the disaster.

Strangely, the only place where the thunder disaster landed was the barren ice field.

Don't tell me it's human, it doesn't even have a rabbit hair.

Fang Zhuo was confused by the mask, frowning, and the rift that was fine before he left disappeared.

Along the way, the light screen was always on, and there was no movement in the sea of ​​blood. He could be sure that Duan Lin was always below.

He was confused, "What's the situation?"

No one showed up, what is Tianlei doing there, Tiandao is also insane?

233 said, "The thunder will fall, indicating that it is advancing. The protagonist should want to use the ice to resist the mysterious thunder."

As soon as the system finished speaking, the sea of ​​blood suddenly fluctuated again.

This time the fluctuation was more violent than before, the waves hit the shore, Fang Zhuo was shocked, and the person next to him jumped.

"Ghosts, ghosts are sad!"

There was obvious fear in the voice, and the people around looked over in unison, retreated ten meters in a row, and no one dared to approach.

It was crowded just now, but now it's easy, Fang Zhuo couldn't wish for it.

He was tired from standing, so he sat down on the spot and called someone, "How long has it been since this mysterious lightning strike? Do you know which one it is?"

That man's cultivation base was low, and he was forced to kneel by the powerful pressure of Gui Jianchou.

"Report to the Immortal Chief, this, this is the 600th and 32nd strike, one after another, and it has been three hours."

Tianlei is not a continuous strike, it also needs to brew strength.

Fang Zhuo waved his hand and let him go.

He had a frowning face, and he didn't know how many thunders were behind him, whether the little apprentice could hold it, and if it went on like this, Bing Mian didn't know if he could hold it.

Before this idea was completely settled, the ice field, which was in good shape, cracked a big hole with a click.

The opening expanded rapidly, but in the blink of an eye, it was already more than ten meters long.

Oops.

Not caring so much anymore, Fang Zhuo stood up slowly, cast a blindfold to hide the true face of the magic weapon, Yu Jian flew towards Xuanlei.

All kinds of magic weapons came on stage in rotation, making the crowd below look confused.

Is there any mistake, this person who hates evil like a vengeful, and often beats demons all over the place looking for teeth, is actually taking the thunder for the mysterious power?

This is the brain is broken.

Fang Zhuo couldn't care less about these things, while manipulating the magic weapon, he poured the elixir into his mouth.

Heavenly Dao was determined to kill, and the profound thunder after another was stronger than what the original owner had suffered. Even with the magic weapon to resist, he could still clearly feel the pain of being grazed by lightning and burning.

He clenched his teeth and told himself, just hold on a little longer, as long as the precious apprentice comes out of the test.