Ugly Cultivation Notes

Chapter 775 Chapter 770

It's just... the tree man Wang had just healed his wounds, and then came the Mahayana thunder disaster. Can she get through this difficulty smoothly?

But when Xu Chunniang was silent, more and more catastrophic clouds gathered in the sky, and the black clouds pressed down on the surroundings, with an overwhelming momentum.

Seeing that she still didn't leave, the Shuren King let out a long laugh, and pushed her away tens of miles away with a gentle force.

"If you don't leave, you will accompany me through the tribulation!"

Xu Chunniang didn't resist, and let the force push her to the side of Lingtan.

As soon as he stood firm, he heard thunder roaring from a distance.

With a thought in her mind, she stepped over the old cypress tree and looked far away in the direction of the thunder.

The momentum of the Mahayana Thunder Tribulation was much greater than the Void Refining Thunder Tribulation she had survived not long ago.

From the Mahayana stage to the Nascent Soul stage, all the cultivators in the Treeman Kingdom were startled by the sudden thunder calamity.

Xu Chunniang didn't speak. In fact, she didn't have an answer in her heart.

It's just that after the eighth round of thunder tribulation fell, this vitality was quickly wiped out.

"Let's be quiet, the king is going through the tribulation, don't distract her!"

So she doesn't use much on weekdays, and only uses it when needed.

Tribulation thunder is ruthless, this is what every monk must experience, and no one can replace it.

I haven't seen it for a few days, why is the little golden carp so weak?He looked like he was dying.

With the fall of the seventh round of thunder tribulation, the vitality of the white giant tree became weaker and weaker, and it looked like a spring.

Xu Chunniang waved her hand, but didn't argue with Gui Zhi.

Countless tree-human monks were watching this scene.

"Your Majesty, she is still so young and her body is weak. I don't know if she can survive this thunder disaster."

Wu Chen and Gui Zhi also heard the sound, staring nervously at the striking white giant tree in the distance.

"The king is still alive!"

A large number of branches and leaves were struck down by the lightning, and in some places, smoke was even caused by the lightning, and the fire ignited.

Wu Chen was afraid that Xu Chunniang would be unhappy, so he said apologetically, "Fellow Daoist Xu will take offense, Guizhi doesn't understand these things, I will apologize to you on her behalf."

It's only the fifth round, and the king is injured, how can we survive the next three rounds?

Countless treants either stopped what they were doing, or woke up from a deep sleep, paying attention to the thunder disaster.

Guizhi couldn't bear to look at it, and wiped away tears.

Guizhi hiccupped and held it back abruptly.

Xu Chunniang was still speechless, she just silently looked at the giant white tree that was undergoing lightning calamity in the distance.

The old cypress frowned tightly, his eyes full of worry.

No one knows whether the tree man king is dead or alive.

Does Gui Zhi think that everything can be predicted?
Xu Chunniang directly refused, "I only have the cultivation level of the emptiness stage, and the king's cultivation level is too much beyond mine, so it doesn't count."

The white giant tree seemed to feel the expectations of the people, and finally glowed with a glimmer of life when welcoming the eighth round of thunder disaster.

"It's okay, she doesn't understand these things."

Lightning thunders fell one after another. Facing the majesty of heaven and earth, the white giant tree seemed so vulnerable, but it stubbornly held back one thunder after another.

"It seems that something is wrong with the king!"

And relying too much on this way, asking about everything, will consume the luck of the person who asks the divination.

Gui Zhi showed a disappointed look on his face, "Is that so? I thought divination could calculate everything."

"Your Majesty, she... has survived the thunder disaster! I am a human race, and I will add another Mahayana monk!"

"Don't cry, the king is not dead yet! How unlucky you are crying here."

A few days ago, the little golden carp was still alive and well, what happened to it?
Thinking of a certain possibility, Xu Chunniang's pupils shrank.

Xu Chunniang was startled secretly, and quickly reached out to take it over.

Xu Chunniang's face darkened, and she tried to tell fortunes to monks whose cultivation was two or three levels higher than hers.

Even the tree man couldn't help shouting, "What are you waiting for, your majesty, why don't you use the fountain of life to heal your wounds!"

Countless treants cheered, their expressions full of excitement and joy.

Under the bombardment of Jielei, a large number of branches were broken into slag, and in the end, only a thick trunk was left.

How terrifying the thunder calamity in the Mahayana period is, only when you go deep into it can you experience it.

Divination is very magical, but there are also many taboos. You can only calculate monks or things with a lower level of cultivation than yourself.

This sprout is only as thick as a chopstick, but it grows very fast, and it grows to a height of Zhang Xu in a short while, and several small branches grow out.

As the last three tribulation thunders fell, the height of the tree trunk shrank again, leaving only a large and empty tree stump.

Annoyed by her noise, Old Cypress couldn't help but glared at her.

"Your majesty is too miserable. There is only one bare rod left. She loves beauty so much, woo woo woo..."

Xu Chunniang smiled slightly, did not participate in the tree-human carnival, and silently returned to the Lingtan.

The thunder light disappeared, and Zhou Chao fell into silence.

It's just that the tree trunk doesn't look good, and it may be destroyed at any time.

For any ethnic group, the birth of a new Mahayana monk is a major event worthy of celebration.

Seeing this, they sweated for the tree man king.

Just as several Mahayana tree-man monks were about to step forward to check, a sprout suddenly emerged from the stump blackened by lightning.

Xu Chunniang looked in the direction where the thunder light fell, and there were only the last three thunderbolts left. The tall trunk of the white giant tree had already been chopped off by the thunderbolts, and only the bottom trunk was still standing tenaciously.

Its cultivation has also dropped from the peak of Transforming God to the early stage of Golden Core.

Earlier, Guizhi lost Ziyunque, whom she raised since she was a child. She found out by accident, so she did a fortune-telling for Guizhi and found Ziyunque.

"If you survive a catastrophe, you will have a future blessing. The king has survived the seven, seven and forty-nine catastrophes during the catastrophe period. There is no reason for him to be struck to death by lightning!"

The phantom of the old cypress's consciousness appeared beside her at some unknown time. He looked in the direction where the thunder light fell, his face was full of worry.

"Great! I knew, the king, she will definitely be able to do it!"

She thought of something, and turned to look at Xu Chunniang, "Fellow Daoist Xu, don't you know how to tell fortunes? Why don't you help me calculate, can the king survive this calamity?"

The tribulation thunder continued to fall, and after the sixth round of thunder calamity, the fire on the white giant wood gradually turned from a small fire to a large fire, burning every branch.

Just in time, the little golden carp swam out and happily spat bubbles at her, but almost fell into the water.

Is it possible... that the tree man king successfully survived the Mahayana thunder disaster, and the little golden carp has a credit?
Yes, nine times out of ten that is the case.

Otherwise, if the little golden carp stayed well in the pool, how could it have regressed and been injured so far?

Xu Chunniang let out the innate purple energy, and carefully delivered it to the little golden carp's mouth.

However, it only took two bites before it disappeared directly in her palm.

(End of this chapter)