Qingyun Nvxianlu

Chapter 303
Taoist Qinghua also noticed the aura fluctuations around Fu Yu's body at this time, and he was overjoyed at the moment.

She is about to fly up, and if you want to say that this little disciple is the one who is most worried about her, seeing that Fu Yu is about to conceive a baby, she feels relieved and happy, so she simply sits cross-legged.

Bai Liluo looked at the seventh thunderbolt above the dome, and frowned slightly: "The last three thunderbolts should not be underestimated."

Ninety-nine is the extreme, counting to three and one cycle, all monks know that the power of the sky thunder will become stronger as it goes on, but this Qinghua seems to be completely relaxed.

Hua Wuque probed with spiritual skills, vaguely saw the clues, and couldn't help sighing: "This Qingyun sect is really lucky."

As soon as she finished speaking, there were successive bangs and explosions.

The hearts of the bystanders trembled, and they saw the woman sitting cross-legged with her bare hands gently grasping upwards, as if the two long lightning bolts were restrained by her.

"boom."

The hollow sky thunder stagnated, and then seemed to be enraged, and poured down with a force of pouring.

"Boom! Boom boom!"

……

"hiss--"

Looking at the thunder and lightning shrouded by the thunderbolt, Daojun Lian Yu couldn't help but gasped.

Bai Liluo was also surprised, but behind him there was a look of surprise and disbelief: "She, could she be trying to attract the lightning liquid..."

Hua Wuque nodded: "That's true."

It is recorded in ancient books that spiritual liquid is produced under extreme thunder. If a monk can use it to quench his body, he can be reborn. It is a treasure that exists in legends. It is impossible to say that today he can really open his eyes.

Thinking of this, Hua Wuque's eyes flashed.

Bai Liluo at the side was also in a state of mind, not to mention ordinary cultivators such as lightning strike liquid, but they were also extremely attractive to powerful Daoists like them.

The two of them saw the clues, but the others were really at a loss.

At the foot of Langhuan Peak, Shang Qi looked worriedly at his master Chang Hao: "Master, which thunderstorm is this?"

He had just counted to the seventh, but the thunder continued after that, and he didn't know whether the first thunder had not yet passed or the eighth thunder had already followed.

But Chang Hao shook his head, his face full of solemnity: "I don't know even if I'm a teacher."

His spiritual sense couldn't penetrate the mysterious aura at all, he could only hear the roar and tremors coming from inside, and he was feeling uneasy, so he heard the big disciple beside him say again: "Senior sister Fu is still on the peak, I don't know How is it?"

Fu Yu on the mountain peak is ignorant of the outside world. The opportunity to conceive a baby this time came unexpectedly, and because of Master's crossing of the catastrophe, the nearby aura has become so thick that it liquefies, and she can't suppress it even if she wants to suppress it. live.

Just when Fu Yu's hesitation would affect his master's crossing the catastrophe, the voice of Taoist Qinghua came from his ears: "Don't panic, you can rest assured to conceive a baby."

Qinghua Daojun's calm voice comforted Fu Yu at once, and he let go of it immediately, practicing with peace of mind. At that time, he couldn't help but think back to the records about the baby formation that he had learned in the past.

The monk's infant formation can be divided into three parts: concentrating on the mind, transforming the void and forming the infant.

Infant formation is the process of the unity of the soul, so the first step is to condense the majestic primordial spirit as small as possible. This step is the basis of infant formation, and Fu Yu naturally dare not be careless.

Her primordial spirit is more than twice as strong as that of monks of the same level, but this usual advantage has caused her to suffer a lot at this time.

The stronger the primordial spirit, the more difficult it is to condense it. Fu Yu compressed his own primordial spirit over and over again, but several times the primordial spirit bounced back when it was half condensed.

After going back and forth like this several times, Fu Yu's spiritual consciousness felt a tingling pain, and the golden light in the spiritual source was so prosperous that he couldn't wait to merge with the primordial spirit.

Fu Yu's heart sank, looking at the restless Jin Dan, a thought suddenly popped up in her mind that surprised even herself.

What if you are distracted and concentrated?
The current situation is that her primordial spirit is too strong, if there is enough time, that's fine, but if she delays like this now, she might miss the best time to conceive a baby.

Fu Yu stared at the golden elixir for a long time with his spiritual sense, thinking of the master's calmness under the thunder that day, he couldn't help gritting his teeth.

If you want to be able to do what others can't, you can't follow the usual path.

Fight!

Now that he had made a decision in his heart, Fu Yu didn't delay any longer, turned his divine consciousness into a blade, and slashed at Yuanshen.

hiss--!
Fu Yu only felt his mind go haywire, and after a brief absence, the overwhelming pain spread from the soul to all limbs and bones, and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Layers of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her body trembled slightly.

This kind of pain made Fu Yu feel fear from the bottom of his heart, but she was forced to push back immediately.

There is no turning back when you open the bow, and you will not give up if you die without pain.

Fu Yu's broken consciousness quickly condensed into a sharp blade, and without hesitation, he slashed at the larger piece of primordial spirit among the two.

"what--!"

The moment the primordial spirit was cut apart, this time he could no longer restrain himself from screaming in pain.

Such a big movement of hers naturally attracted the attention of several Taoist monarchs on the peak.

Lian Yu Daojun saw that her face was pale without a trace of blood, and the spiritual power in her body seemed to be collapsing instead of congealing, so she couldn't help being startled, and said in a voiceless voice: "Could it be that she has gone mad?!"

No wonder he had such a misunderstanding. Generally speaking, the most difficult thing to conceive a baby is the opportunity, followed by the transformation of the void, but the real conjugation and the initial concentration are a matter of time.

Lian Yu Daojun didn't expect Fu Yu's Yuanshen to be so strong, and he was so bold that he cut his own Yuanshen apart.

Bai Liluo and Hua Wuque were also puzzled, they thought it was true that they were trapped by the inner demons in the process of transforming the void, but at this level, others were helpless and could only rely on herself.

The two glanced at each other, then turned their gazes back to the woman under the thunder.

From the beginning of the seventh thunderstorm, the lightning strikes continued without interruption, and the rumble was endless, and all this was because the woman who had crossed the robbery held the two thunderbolts and did not let go!
It has always been monks who try their best to overcome the catastrophe, and this is the first time I have seen such a method to hold the sky thunder.

"Tsk tsk."

Bai Liluo clicked his tongue, and couldn't help but glance at Fu Yu again.

Seeing that the spiritual power around her was dissipating faster, she couldn't help but sigh: "It would be a pity if I missed this opportunity."

Daoist Qinghua is about to ascend, so I'm afraid it's mainly because of my apprentice. If I get the lightning strike liquid in the end, but find that the apprentice has not passed the test of transforming the void, I don't know how complicated it is.

Thinking in this way, he heard Daojun Lian Yu whisper behind him.

"Boom!!"

At this moment, the last thunder that had been brewing for a long time above the sky finally fell.

Bai Liluo's spirit was shaken, he didn't care about what happened to Fu Yu, he just stared at the sky with all his heart.

Seeing that the last thunder had reached the top of his head, Daoist Qinghua finally moved.

She stood up, and at the same time pulled her hands vigorously, the two sky thunders in her hands seemed to be twisted into a ball, and then a seven-color phantom sword suddenly appeared in her right hand.

Said it was a phantom sword, because Gein's sword only had a phantom silhouette, and it was completely impossible to tell what material it was made of.

"Space Dao Tool?!"

(End of this chapter)