Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

“Deserve it!”

Zhen Motoko’s laughter came from the ginseng fruit tree.

The poem is really good, although it is a little white, it does not meet his taste, but from the catchy charm, and the confused sentimentality and slightly expectant emotion.

This poem must be a good work, at least a country in poetry, or even a work of inheritance, it depends on how many people in this world can be moved.

“In the lament of rain, her color is lost, her fragrance is dissipated, and even her sighing eyes, laurel-like melancholy.”

The sound of poetry resounded throughout the world, and many monsters listened to the poetry and inexplicably shed tears.

“What are you crying about?” A tiger demon looked at the praying mantis demon beside him in surprise, and saw that this praying mantis demon was full of tears, and it was a sad cry.

“I… I…… I remembered my first love! The mantis demon choked.

“Huh? Wasn’t your first love eaten by you? You told me that the chicken tasted crispy! The tiger demon said with a puzzled face.

“It’s because I ate it, that’s why I miss it, it’s melancholy!” The praying mantis demon was still crying, but the bright long tongue licked his lower lip inexplicably.

Wenqu Xingling, heaven gives culture.

Jiang Hao could only accept helplessly, cultivators who do good and benefit the world receive merit.

They were Confucian, wrote poetry, and gained literary style.

The two are different, but they are the same in origin, both are meritorious to heaven and earth, so heaven and earth are blessed to you.

Wen qi entered the body, Jiang Hao had been forcibly suppressed the realm, finally broke through, in an instant, the Taiyi Golden Immortal Tribulation condensed, the silver electric snake flew, swimming in the black robbery.

“Click!”

A thunderclap, a flash of lightning, tore open the heavenly dome, bursting out a trembling breath, this breath for cultivators and immortals, all terrifying and awe-inspiring.

Because this is Tianwei, it is the tribulation given to them by the heavens, if they cannot get through, they will die.

Not everyone, all are Sun Wukong, are all saint children, have learned “Seventy-two Changes of the Earth” and “Thirty-six Changes of Tiangang” and other magical exercises, and use and survive the three calamities and five calamities.

Not everyone, just like Jiang Hao, does not treat the sky as a thing, but wishes that it would slash itself a few more times.

“Here, give me a sauna!”

Jiang Hao rushed up to the sky, greeting one after another thunder snakes into the dense calamity clouds, he began to cross the calamity, ten directions of lightning together, all slashed on his body.

“Boom!”

Countless blood-colored lightnings, like countless dragons, were as thick as a palace, twisted, pierced the void, and all slammed into Jiang Hao, which was a terrifying blow.

“Haha, the comfortable strength is still a little light, it’s a little heavier!”

Jiang Hao laughed loudly, he was bathed in the sea of thunder, his black hair was scattered, he ran “Eight Nine Xuangong”, and he used his flesh alone to resist the Heavenly Tribulation.

A spirit weapon-level clothing was chopped and shattered, revealing Jiang Hao’s strong body, he didn’t care at all, directly used thunder light as water, and bathed inside, washing the flesh and Yuan Shen.

Such a big movement naturally alarmed the Tang monks in the Five Zhuang Temple.

“Madman!” The sand monk exclaimed that he had lived for so many years, and he had never seen such an arrogant person.

Is he crossing the robbery?

No, he is practicing, turning the Heavenly Tribulation into nutrients on his own cultivation path, it is simply like crazy as a demon, how dare ordinary people do this?

You know, this kind of move is very dangerous.

Because this is provoking heaven and earth, the power of the heavenly tribulation will inevitably double.

Sure enough, another thunder tide came, the power instantly became several times stronger, the heavens and the earth were trembling, and the purple electricity of ten thousand zhang entwined Jiang Hao, and the electric light penetrated the sky and the earth, like countless shocking thunder dragons soaring into the air.

Jiang Hao endured severe pain, every inch of his skin was very dazzling at the moment, every pore of his was swallowing electricity, and finally even the flesh of the sixth turn was a little unable to bear.

This is because this thunder tribulation is too terrifying, and it can actually wear out the vitality in his body, so that the body that has been split into flesh and skin cannot heal quickly at all.

The thunder calamity is aimed at him, little by little, inch by inch, grinding down on him.

“Taiyi Immortal Tribulation, it is really terrifying, no wonder the immortal Buddha in the sky is afraid of calamity like a tiger?”

“It’s a pity, you found the wrong opponent!”

Jiang Hao sacrificed many Confucian books to surround them and eliminate some of the power of thunder.

At the same time, his hands drew an inexplicable trajectory, wind and thunder were ear-shattering, lightning and thunder, as if they were opening the world.

This is not a mystical technique, but a Dao, a law, there is no doubt that this way, this law, is very wild and unparalleled in the world, it is only a prototype, but it has the courage to make the heavens and thousands of ways fall under their feet.

“What Dharma and Dao is he going to evolve, and why is it interrupted? Could it be that what he said that day was true? Zhen Yuanzi was shocked.

Although it is only a prototype, the kind of rhyme, that invincible spirit, is shocking.

“Sure enough, if it still doesn’t work, then first create the Tao, Buddha, and Confucianism!”

Jiang Hao’s eyes burst with divine light, he was not in a hurry to cross the tribulation, but instead evolved his own law in the heavenly tribulation and perfected his Dao. _

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