Chapter 67 Crossing the Disaster
Chapter 67 Crossing the Disaster
In a blink of an eye, the soul of Wenshan has risen by thousands of feet. The place where the thunder and lightning are concentrated is just a thick layer of clouds. At the edge of the cloud, you can see the true face of the thunder and lightning just one step away. You can feel the real power of thunder and lightning.
Just as Wenshan's soul broke through the thick cloud, a vast breath suddenly pressed over and conveyed to Wenshan's mind with many thoughts such as justice, ethereal and infinite, and went straight to Wenshan's soul thoughts.
This vast spirit of justice and the power of justice represent many gods of heaven. He represents the gods and announces or proves something to Wenshan in front of him. This is a provocation of ** and a threat of **, which is a natural suppression of ghosts in the world.
What is the soul? It is the cohesion of people's spiritual thoughts. It is a spiritual body that will not follow the aging of time and the aging of the human body. But in the face of thunder and lightning, it is afraid of real thunder and lightning. Thunder and lightning is a vast righteousness from the nine heavens, washing away all ghosts and suppressing all evil gods and demons in the world.
When Wenshan broke into the thick cloud, it seemed that he did not exist at all, turning into the smallest grain of dust in the world.
When Wenshan entered the thick cloud, I suddenly felt as if I was nothing, just a grain of dust, and the world became wider. Consciousness suddenly became confused, and the pain that the original soul had also disappeared in Wenshan's body at this time. He doesn't know where he wants to be or what he is doing.
At this moment, fragments of what he has experienced continue to appear in his mind. Scenes appeared in his mind.
"Wenshan, do you love me?"
In the tavern, Su Linger's beautiful face appeared in front of him.
"Linger, don't you understand my feelings? For you, I can give everything to my life, even my life in Wenshan. This is Wenshan's promise to you!"
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Su Linger's sweet voice is constantly echoing in Wenshan's mind, constantly confusing Wenshan's brain, making Wenshan more addicted, constantly falling into meditation, and infatuating with Su Linger's beauty...
I don't know how long it took, another fragment appeared in Wenshan's mind...
"Linger, I brought Taixuan Jindan. I finally used my identity to steal it from Miss Shen's boudoir.
Wenshan was excited when he saw the woman and immediately raised the refined box in his hand.
"Oh? Wenshan, you finally succeeded in this matter. The beautiful woman's face was very calm. She stretched out her white jade-like jade hand and said lightly, "Taixuan Jindan, bring it over and let me have a look."
"Okay." Wenshan handed the box to the woman named Linger without hesitation.
"Linger" took the box and immediately saw a milky white elixir, as if a wisp of flexible particles were jumping, and the fragrance of the medicine overflowed, which made the beautiful woman's face red and flutter, with a unique charm.
"Linger, you said that if we could help you get this mysterious golden elixir, we can fly away together? Let's go now." Wenshan said in a hurry.
"I'm sorry, Wenshan." Linger quietly put away the box and a calm look appeared on her face: "I have something else now. I can't fly away with you. Let's talk about this later."
"What? Linger, what are you talking about? ......
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"Are you Wenshan?" The harsh rebuke was conveyed. It was Miss Shen Er who spoke. Her face was as cold as frost and turned a blind eye to the things around her. She stared at Wenshan in front of her with cold eyes.
Wenshan looked up at Miss Shen Er, lowered his head again, and made no sound.
He knew that Miss Shen's name was Shen Bing, which was very powerful. As a subordinate, and now she has made such a big mistake, I'm afraid the end will be worrying.
"Good!" Second Miss Shen Bing glanced at the whole audience, and then stared back at Wenshan.
"I do things with clear rewards and penalties. Wenshan usually works conscientiously and is very attentive, which can be said to be a credit for the Shen family. Let go of the rope on him." Shen Bing looked at Wenshan and waved her hand slightly to the maid Xing'er beside her.
"Yes!" Xing'er next to her quickly stepped forward and painsily untied the rough rope on Wenshan's body. Wenshan suddenly felt much more relaxed and the pain was relieved a lot.
"However, Wenshan sneaked into my room last night and stole some of my money. This broke the rules of the Shen family and the rules of being a subordinate under the world. Do you understand?"
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"Say, what do you need?" Shen Jie's cold face appeared in Wenshan's mind.
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Time is passing with Wenshan's meditation, and Wenshan's mood has become worse and worse.
Boom!
The thunder in the sky kept blowing, but Wenshan didn't seem to hear it. At such a close distance, Wenshan's heart floated to the distance. Floating to those girls...
"Zzi!" Zzi!" Zzi!"
In the middle of the thought, "Zizi!" Zzi!" The sound. With time, the thought of "Ziz!" The sound has completely turned into a 'hao' sound.
At this time, Wenshan also subconsciously felt his change, his soul was becoming nothing, and his eighty-one thoughts almost burst.
"What the hell is going on? What the hell happened?" Wenshan thought so in his heart, thinking about why everything in front of him. He has been a pain for Su Linger for a long time, which is what he has been. He has buried it in the depths of his heart and does not want to be exposed again. Why does it reappear in front of my eyes now and keep hitting the depths of my mind? What is this? Is this what he is thinking? Or is this damn thunder layer constantly making itself fantasize.
The thick cloud was blown loosely.
click!
Finally, it still cracked. Under the impact of such thunder and lightning, Wenshan finally felt that something in his soul seemed to have been smashed, and then an idea was shattered and gathered together under the wrapped in soul power, becoming a powder. As more and more ideas are crushed, the accumulated powder also accumulates.
Just when Wenshan's will was about to be depressed, confused and ignorant, the text light spots living in the eyebrows of Wenshan's flesh suddenly glowed, constantly stimulating Wenshan's body, unexpectedly breaking out of Wenshan's body, and three sporadic small light spots separated again. The light came to the sky, through the clouds, and shot directly towards the soul of Wenshan. Under the interference of countless lightning and the pursuit and interception, these light spots of words were like a hungry wolf in the deep mountain. Looking at the light in front of them, it was as if they had seen a great tonic, desperate towards These lights devoured the past. Just as these text light spots devoured a circle of fine light, the original light green light spots suddenly turned into dark green, and the color was dazzling. Like a hungry tiger, he rushed in the direction of Wenshan again. When he passed by the fine light, he was desperate to impact and devour it. As the dark green light became deeper, some thunder and lightning actually dodged. Seeing the straight dark green text light points, they avoided them one after another. It's like seeing the devil.
The three sporadic dark green text light spots seem to be enchanted, with a magic. While killing the thunder and lightning all the way, it emits its solemn and sacred sound, which is transmitted in the high sky of this heavy rain and lightning clouds.
"Fantasy comes from self, lost fantasy, lost self!" Fantasy comes from self, lost fantasy, lost self!" ......
When the ideas in Wenshan's soul were smashed one by one, a serious and solemn voice passed through. This voice has been repeating and responding in his mind. This is a reminder, an awakening in Wenshan's mind.
In the fan, Wenshan realized something, 'Lost yourself!' ...To lose yourself. At this time, Wenshan realized that his current mental state was very poor. This was constantly awakening the memories in his mind by this thunder and lightning, constantly boiling himself, making his heart unwillingness, anger, and constantly emerging in his heart. Is Su Linger really the fate of my Wenshan's life? Is it really my beloved Wenshan?
No, it's all over! I shouldn't be bothering me about this matter. I'm just two strangers with her. I'm me and she's her.
Just when Wenshan thought of this, the three sporadic text light spots that came quickly rushed directly into Wenshan's mind. An extremely huge idea was suddenly born in Wenshan's mind consciousness. These three sudden sporadic text light points brought to Wenshan, in addition to the increase of soul power, and at the same time, all fans All the broken ideas come together. He formed his own soul again!
Ah!
In the face of the smashing and recombining of ideas, only Wenshan knows what a feeling of headache is. It seems that a steel needle is piercing the head and into the brain. It feels terrible and abnormal when you think about it, let alone doing it.
At this time, Wenshan's soul has slowly integrated the three sporadic text light spots in his mind. From the three sporadic text light spots, Wenshan once again learned some memories about the soul crossing the disaster.
The first and simplest way for this soul to cross the thunder disaster is to receive the lightning in the first space of thunder and lightning. Of course, in the process of stimulation, there will be some hallucinations, an unforgettable memory that stimulates the depths of your mind. If you can pass these two tests, you will really pass the thunderstorm.
When the soul passes a thunderstorm, the specific performance is that it is no longer troubled by the thunderstorm area. Even the light from the thunderstorm will not only not hurt your soul, but also a major tonic for the improvement of your soul. Of course, when the soul really survives a heavy thunderstorm, these spirits will not take the initiative to attack, but will choose to avoid or escape. It can be seen from the three text light spots just now.
When Wenshan thought of this, his heart moved slightly and saw his soul flutter again and shuttled through the thick clouds. Just as Wenshan dispersed his soul power and distributed his thoughts of mahjong, he saw a series of light shooting at every idea of Wenshan.
Every inch and every trace of these fine light penetrated into their own thoughts, as if to penetrate their own ideas. These lights are also a kind of idea, this is the thunder, this is the idea of heaven, a kind of idea that devours people.