Lanke Chess Edge

The power of this last thunderbolt of heavenly calamity is so powerful that it absorbs more than half of the power with the powerful ability to resist Leinalei, and then cuts through the sky thunder and thundercloud with the unparalleled sword, but That's it, the remaining thunder still stubbornly fell on Ji Yuan's body.

This blow of Jielei was not a solid one, but it was definitely extremely uncomfortable, making Ji Yuan fully feel the long-lost pain.

But the more it got to this kind of moment, the more Ji Yuan couldn't give up. He had already passed 90% of his strength, and the remaining less than 10% of his previous efforts had been abandoned. It was definitely not as simple as spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood.

But this is not entirely a bad thing, because even if Ji Yuan can block all the thunders without any effort, this calamity is the calamity of the scroll, and it cannot be true that not a single trace of thunder falls on the scroll, otherwise there may not be a next time .

In a burst of "zizizizichachacha" thunder, Ji Yuan's eyes were only left with the color of thunder with a hint of purple and gold.

While trembling all over, Ji Yuan slowly loosened his right hand holding the fairy sword, then approached his chest a little bit, and pressed his palm on the inner pocket of his chest, where the paper crane lived.

If Ji Yuan is still confident that he can hold on, then the origami crane, whose spirituality is becoming more and more obvious, is extremely fragile. If a direct hit of this level of sky thunder will surely turn the origami crane into ashes.

Fortunately, when Ji Yuan touched the kit, he could still feel the bulging paper inside, and it was also fortunate that the kit was reinforced by special means, otherwise it would be hard to say now.

Jie Lei's main target was still the "Heaven and Earth Transformation" that Ji Yuan was holding on to tightly in his left hand, so the thunder light was only used as a channel on Ji Yuan's body, and then gathered in large numbers in his left hand.

Ji Yuan summoned all his mana to support the scroll in his left hand, and at the same time used himself to block the thunder, and even a row of dharma coins flew out of his sleeve in the blink of an eye, instantly turning into pure mana and spiritual energy, making Ji Yuan At this moment, the magic power increased greatly, and even coated with a layer of magic film, it directly propped the thunder light away.

"Zizi...Zi..."

The last ray of thunder finally disappeared, and the ridge and several surrounding peaks were emitting puffs of smoke. Ji Yuan stood on the spot calming his heartbeat and surging mana, and his body was also covered with white smoke.

"Boom..."

The thunder was still ringing, but Ji Yuan didn't panic, he looked up at the sky, and the rolling dark clouds were gone.

It was also because of the slash of the fairy sword that a wide opening was split in the middle of the billowing dark clouds, and sunlight swayed out of it, illuminating this mountain with a band of light, which greatly increased the visibility.

Although there is still thunder in the sky, it is no longer the palpitating tribulation thunder.

"call……"

Ji Yuan took a deep breath and a long breath, let go of his right hand that was always pressed on his chest, and looked down at the scroll in his left hand.

The original white color of the rice paper has disappeared, and the paper roll now has a withered yellow color, and there are even specious scorching marks on some edges.

On the chest, the little paper crane got out of the kit, poked its head out to look at Ji Yuan's left hand, and saw that this hand, which was usually fair, was turning black now.

However, Ji Yuan is not in the mood to pay attention to his injury now, and even forgets the pain. He carefully grasps the upper and lower ends of the scroll with both hands, and then unfolds it little by little.

From the outside, the scroll was not intact, so at this moment, Ji Yuan's heart, which had just relaxed a little, became tense again.

Finally, as the scroll unfolded, Ji Yuan saw the words, and his own handwriting was still eye-catching. As more and more words were displayed, the spirit and meaning on them gradually revealed in his eyes.

The ink marks of these characters are pitch-black, and occasionally even appear a golden-purple color for a short time. The handwriting is intact and expressive, and if you feel it carefully, there is an aura of heavenly power and vastness.

"It's okay! It's fine!"

It wasn't until this moment that Ji Yuan really relaxed, and his body was not as tense as before.

"Clah la la la la..."

The downpour of rain fell at this moment, and the heavy rain extinguished the flames ignited by the thunder on the surrounding hills, and the temperature of the earth dropped.

Ji Yuan didn't use any supernatural powers and spells, and let the heavy rain hit him. The cold rain revived him and made him more sober.

Until now, the tingling pain all over his body, especially his left hand, became more and more obvious.

"Hiss...it still hurts!"

Ji Yuan laughed at himself. With his concentration and strong mind, he would not be able to bear the pain, but it does not mean that the pain will be lighter. Another practitioner would be so painful that he would stand still Unsteady.

Then Ji Yuan gently brushed his left arm with his right hand, the scorched black color on it receded instantly, and some black fine powder also fell off.

The arm quickly became the same as before, as if there was no pain, but only Ji Yuan knew that this was just the appearance, and there was still a lot of hurt and pain inside.

Compared with the belated rain on the barren mountain where Ji Yuan is located, the entire Tongqiu Mansion has long been bathed in this thunderstorm. Except for a few people, the people of Tongqiu Mansion don't know that a storm happened somewhere that was beyond the sight of ordinary people. thing.

In Daliang Temple, monk Huitong and Princess Chu Ruyan dragged a futon and sat together on the corridor under the cornice outside the monastery hall, while the female official stood a little far away next to the pillar, and the three of them were all looking at the heavy rain.

"Boom..."

The thunder still rang, and the eldest princess suddenly said something when she heard the thunder.

"It seems that the thunder is much quieter than before? But the rain seems to be heavier."

"Well, the thunder is indeed a little quieter than before!"

While the two were talking, the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

"woo woo woo woo……"

"Boom..."

The wind and rain whistled in the sky, the thunder was also sharp, and the sound of the rainwater pattering on the ground was continuous and continuous, converging on the puddles and making a long and lingering sound.

"Woo..."

"Clatter..."

Chu Ruyan involuntarily moved closer to Huitong. She didn't know if it was because of the cold that she had goosebumps on her body. After a long time, she whispered something to Huitong who had been frowning.

"Huitong... the wind, rain and thunder are a bit scary..."

Huitong was startled suddenly, and opened his eyes to look at the sky, but what the eldest princess said reminded him.

"Today... I don't know if I'm laughing or crying!"

I hope Mr. Ji is okay!

Monk Huitong was worried, and looked up at the distant sky, suddenly he was taken aback, because from a distance, there was actually a long white line extending to the far end in the distant sky.

'No, it's not the white line, it's the clouds that have been separated! '

When the green vine sword was slashing into the sky before, it was the time when the thunder light was at its peak, and the general area of ​​Tongqiu Mansion was covered with lightning. Even the eminent monks in Daliang Temple failed to notice the sword light of the fairy sword, so at this moment Huitong discovered that A white trace in the sky, the color of the sun is particularly conspicuous in the white line of the clouds.

Seeing the ray of sunshine in the distance, it seems that the haze in my heart has also been illuminated a little.

"Master Huitong, are there many gods and gods like Mr. Ji who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth?"

The eldest princess asked softly, but Hui Tong kept clasping his hands together without turning his head to look at her, and just answered quietly.

"The poor monk's cultivation is superficial, and his experience and knowledge are not deep, but he also knows that there are not many people like Mr. Ji in the world. As for flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, it is just one of the supernatural powers. If you understand these supernatural powers, you can use them, and the way will be natural. It can’t be bad, but the threshold is not very high, so it should be a little bit more.”

"Then why haven't we seen it before? Are they all practicing in the fairy world?"

Chu Ruyan kept looking at Huitong, and Monk Huitong's side profile was still so handsome, and his slightly thick earlobes made his overall aura more gentle.

"Goodness, Great Ming King Buddha, Princess Eldest, naturally there is a Dharma field and a Taoist field for those who practice, and it is difficult for ordinary people to find it if they don't have the predestined relationship, but..."

Monk Huitong faced Chu Ruyan, smiled slightly and continued.

"But it's not that ordinary people don't see each other all the time. It's just that ordinary people are full of desires and thoughts. Most of the time, real people don't know each other in person. For example, Mr. Ji, he occasionally goes to a teahouse to listen to books. He has a pot of tea and two dishes of dried fruit, which is unusual. The tea drinkers generally applaud the storyteller's wonderful stories."

"Hehe, if the eldest princess comes nearby, how can you know that she is a master of immortal cultivation?"

Chu Ruyan lowered her head and thought for a while, then shook her head and replied.

"Perhaps he can only be regarded as a man of elegance."

Perhaps it was because she was too familiar with Huitong, even after getting to know Daliang Temple again, Chu Ruyan did not feel any distance from Huitong, and even her purpose did not change.

Under the tree in the forbidden area of ​​Daliang Temple, some monks had erected a simple canopy long ago to prevent the table case left by Ji Yuan from being drenched by the heavy rain.

About half an hour later, the thunderstorm gradually weakened, and then slowly stopped.

The rain came and went quickly, even the dark clouds in the sky dissipated little by little after the rain, the sun shone on the earth again, and a rainbow hung in the sky north of Daliang Temple.

"It's so beautiful, it's rare that being with you is not listening to the scriptures, but watching the rainbow after the rain!"

Chu Ruyan praised with a little ecstasy, but Monk Huitong just sighed slightly and didn't say much.

However, when his eyes fell on the rainbow, he found a faint Dharma light flying towards him, which was the fate of Tayun approaching Daliang Temple.

"Mr. Ji is back! Mr. Ji is fine!"

Huitong exhaled happily, and all the monks in Daliang Temple who were able to realize this were happy, even the eldest princess and the female officials were also delighted.

Of course, Ji Yuan is not all right, but he has never met anyone who can see him clearly, so at least on the surface it seems that he is all right.

When Ji Yuan fell from the forbidden area of ​​Daliang Temple, quite a few monks had already surrounded him, including Huitong with the eldest princess and female officials, but still no one entered the forbidden area.

Falling under the tree, Ji Yuan casually put his desk case into his sleeve, and then slowly walked out of this so-called forbidden area.

"Mr. Ji, who was the thunder tribulation just now?"

The abbot of Daliang Temple asked carefully, Ji Yuan thought for a while, not to mention the details of Miaofa, so he gave a somewhat ambiguous answer.

"Master Abbot, don't worry, this catastrophe has nothing to do with Daliang Temple, it was caused by what Ji wrote just now, it has passed through safely, and nothing will happen."

"Good, good, Mr. Ji is fine!"

Ji Yuan's gaze swept across, and the monks outside the courtyard bowed their heads and performed Buddhist salutes. This kind of respect, as if he was the wise king of Buddhism, finally fell on Huitong.

"Master Huitong, there is already an incarnation of Master Foyin in Daliang Temple, and you too...well, since you have seen the wonderful method of Master Foyin and benefited a lot from discussing with him, Ji will also bid farewell."

"I hope all the masters will improve their practice day by day, so don't send me off."

Ji Yuan originally wanted to tell Huitong that with the incarnation of King Ming of Daliang Temple, you can continue to travel in the clouds now, but when he saw Chu Ruyan beside him, he decisively shut up.

As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp female voice sounded immediately.

"Sir! Mr. Ji, please wait a moment!"

Ji Yuan looked at the female officer and said doubtfully.

"Is there something wrong with Sergeant Lu?"

The always strong female officer was a little nervous and shy at the moment, looked around, swallowed and lowered her voice.

"Sir, cultivating the law and cultivating immortals, yes, are there any qualification requirements?"

This is also a straight person, and he can see the bottom of it with a word of mouth, so he shook his head with a smile and said.

"Ji does not accept disciples."