Chapter 37 Lingbao Out, Heavenly Disaster Coming

Time always passes quickly for monks, and it has been seven, seven or forty-nine days in a blink of an eye. As soon as the time came, Zhang Han also opened his eyes in an instant, and his hands were like a dream, and he quickly fought against the slowly spinning mixed yuan.

With the entry of Zhang Hanfa, in an instant, the mixed yuan trembled violently, blooming a dazzling light, and bursts of low buzzing constantly sounded. It seems that something is about to wake up.

Zhang Han's face was quiet, and the Dharma in his hand was always constantly beating, and the mana on his body was also constantly rushing towards the mixed yuan. With the entry of Zhang Han's Dharma and mana, the mixed energy tripod also responded with bursts of trembling, and the slow rotation became violent again.

From afar, under the colorful light, the mixed tripod is also colorful at this time, like the flash in the dance floor in the bar of later generations, constantly shining with various colors.

"Drink..."

It seemed that it was time. Zhang Han shouted in vain, and the Dharma decision in his hand was also in vain. Suddenly, the fiercely rotating mixed yuan stopped abruptly, and the buzzing sound also disappeared. The whole scene was suddenly silent, which seemed extremely strange.

"Master..." Looking at this strange scene, Yuan Mo next to him also asked Zhang Han doubtfully. The tone is also mixed with silky worries. After all, this is a treasure refined for him, and the material used is still so good. If something really happens, Yuan Mo will cry.

"Hehe..." Hearing Yuan Mo's slight worry, he smiled with relief and did not answer, but quietly looked at the still mixed yuan.

Looking at the slight smile on Zhang Han's face and the calm eyes, Yuan Mo's heart suddenly calmed down, "What are you panicking about? Didn't the master expect it?..." Then, he also put down his worries and looked at the silent mixed yuan with a calm face.

Zhang Han next to him observed that after Yuan Mo's face had calmed down, there was also a trace of relief in his eyes, but he soon turned his head and continued to look at the quiet mixed yuan. Zhang Han felt that Lingbao was about to be born.

"Bum..."

Sure enough, not long after Zhang Han's idea fell, the mixed yuan, who was silent in the air, trembled violently in vain, accompanied by the sound of thunder, and a colorful light rushed out of the tripod cover in vain.

It seemed to celebrate his birth. After a silk dance in the middle of the sky, the colorful light became quiet. At this time, Zhang Han and Yuan Mo also saw clearly what the spiritual treasure was under the colorful light.

I can only see that this spiritual treasure is really a stick. The stick is about two and a half meters long. It may be due to the addition of chaotic stone iron, so the whole color of this stick looks mysterious and leisurely.

There are countless unrecognizable inscriptions carved on the stick body, and the flowing light of the stick is constantly circulating on the stick body, giving people a simple and leisurely feeling.

"Thank you, Master..." As soon as Yuan Mo saw the stick, he was overjoyed and thanked Zhang Han excitedly.

"Don't worry, I haven't played yet... Take a good look..." Looking at Yuan Mo's jubilation, Zhang Han also smiled, but still stopped him.

Seeing Yuan Mo's puzzled appearance again, he explained with a slight smile and said, "Lingbao is actually the same as how to practice Taoism. If it is too much, it will eventually be a disaster. This stick, I look at its breath and quality, has reached the level of the acquired treasure. Except for suppressing luck, it is not very good, but in terms of attack. The power is already comparable to the innate treasure.

He paused slightly and then said, "Any such powerful spiritual treasure will appear naturally unless you are born, such as Taijitu, Chaos Bell, Pangu Fan, etc., otherwise, those born the day after tomorrow will stand the test of the spiritual treasure and pass the natural formation of the spiritual treasure. From then on, it will be recognized by heaven and earth, but if it fails, then However, it was destroyed and disappeared between heaven and earth from then on. Therefore, now this stick is the treasure of the day after tomorrow, and there must be a heavenly disaster..."

"Master, can't you help it through it?"

As soon as he heard Zhang Han say that if he couldn't get over the disaster, his treasure would dissipate between heaven and earth. Yuan Mo was suddenly shocked and hurried to Zhang Han.

"It's natural to help it through it as a teacher, but if you take action as a teacher, this spiritual treasure will not show its best quality... Don't worry, I believe it can get through this disaster..." Looking at Yuan Mo's anxious face, Zhang Han smiled slightly and said with relief.

Yuan Mo is not a fool. After listening to Zhang Han's words, he also knew that this kind of natural disaster was the same as his own disaster in those years. Naturally, there were many benefits. Listening to Zhang Han's comfort, Yuan Mo was relieved and nervous and watched quietly.

With the waiting of Zhang Han and Yuan Mo, the sky suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of the wind blowing, as if the whole world was silent at this moment, and a penetrating pressure also appeared on the whole Kunlun Mountain.

With the pressure coming out, the sky in Kunlun Mountain suddenly became gloomy, and the white clouds also became dark and began to roll and stir. A burst of drums like drums on the ring also roared in it, and several dark cyan thunder and lightning kept shining in the black clouds.

"What's going on...?"

"I don't know! It seems to be the movement made by Uncle Xuanqing..."

"Ah!! It's Uncle Xuanqing again. He won't do anything against the sky again!..."

"Shh! You are looking for death! How dare you talk about Uncle Xuanqing like this..."

"Let's go back and shut up honestly! We'd better not care about Uncle Xuanqing's affairs..."

"Hmm... Brother, your words are reasonable, but I have been taught..."

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With the dark clouds covering Kunlun Mountain, the people in Kunshan Mountain also found this. Feeling the seepage pressure, they all looked at the place where Zhang Han and Yuan Mo were in shock, and there was also a lot of discussion. After discovering that it was Zhang Han's situation, they all naturally turned around and did whatever they should do. What did you go to?

Obviously, how strong Zhang Han's image is in their minds. They all think that as long as Zhang Han is there, nothing is a matter. It can be said that the people on Kunlun Mountain have developed a blind trust in Zhang Han.

Even Sanqing, who was constantly feeling in the secret room of the hall, also felt this strong pressure. They all opened their eyes from the enlightenment, frowned, and a flash appeared at the source of the pressure. When it was found that Zhang Han was also there, the frown on his eyebrows suddenly dissipated, slowly lowered his figure and left. When he came to Zhang Han's side, he smiled and nodded. Without opening his mouth, he turned his head and looked at the Lingbao Tianjie.

"Boom."

With everyone's gaze, the disaster in the sky was finally ready. Suddenly, with bursts of rumble, countless dark cyan thunderbolts hit the sticks in the sky. The momentum is vast, as fierce as Tianwei. With the bombardment of the thunderbolt, Zhang Han and others also turned their eyes to the stick in the air. Yuan Mo bit his gums tightly, and a trace of worry appeared in his eyes.

"Bum bang bang..."

The dark cyan thunder thunder was like raindrops, beating densely on the stick in mid-air, and suddenly there was a bang like a metal collision. For a moment, the thunder couldn't get the stick.

"Huh..."

Looking at the stick resisting the attack of the thunderstorm, Zhang Han was also slightly relieved. Although his face was full of words, Zhang Han was still a little lacking in the end. At this time, seeing that the stick had carried the first thunderstorm, Zhang Han's confidence in his heart suddenly strengthened.

Although Sanqing next to him felt that the thunderstorm was a little strong, Zhang Han didn't say anything, so they took it for granted that the strange stick must be able to withstand the disaster. As for Yuan Mo on one side, after seeing the stick carrying the thunder without difficulty, the worship of Zhang Han in his heart was even more surging in his heart. It was what Zhang Han said, which was even more ingots. He turned his head and looked at the stick, and his eyes were full of confident calmness.

"Boom."

The natural disaster in the sky also found that there was no way to do with the stick. Therefore, the dark cyan thunder of the raindrops did not continue to bombard, but after a rumble like a gathering of power, it suddenly split a thunderbolt.

This thunder is about the thickness of an adult's thigh, and the thunder body is not dark cyan, but becomes pure white. However, although the number of thunderstorms has decreased and the color has changed, Zhang Han and others still found that the attack power of this white lightning is at least ten times that of the dark cyan thunder and lightning just now.

"Boom."

The pure white thunderstorm is vast, like a Halley Comet, with a white tail, mixed with Tianwei-like power, cutting through the space with thunderous power and cutting down at the stick.

"Buzz..."

The stick obviously knew that this thunderstorm was unusual. The stick body emitted bursts of buzz in vain, and the mysterious inscription on the stick also shone with fluid light in vain. Then, Zhang Han and others only felt that the stick in the air suddenly came a burst of suction. In an air, countless aura of heaven and earth aura The stick surged into the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After the stick absorbed a large amount of aura of heaven and earth, the stick body trembled violently in vain, and the light of the strange inscriptions on the stick body was also more bright. Soon a colorful energy mask condensed on the stick body, and the flow of the silk was constantly in Flowing over the hood, it looks extremely beautiful.

"Bum..."

The colored light shield has just been propped up. Under the close gaze of Zhang Han and others, the amazing pure white thunder and lightning has come. With a bang, the pure white lightning strikes on the colored hood again. However, fortunately, under the bombardment of the pure white thunder and lightning, although the color light mask is slightly distorted, it is still It is like a rubber ball, and it is quickly restored.

"Boom."

Just as Zhang Han and others were about to breathe a sigh of relief, the thunderstorm in the sky suddenly rumbled. Then, in the stunned eyes of Zhang Han and others, one after another of pure white lightning cut through the sky and split the newly restored light mask, and the heavenly disaster seemed to have wisdom. The lightning flashed on the same position of the light mask, giving the light mask no chance to restore at all.

"Kkakaka..."

With bursts of bang bang, the colored light mask on the stick finally seemed to be unbearable. In the shocked eyes of everyone, it was like broken glass, going with the wind.

The thunder that smashed the light on the body of the stick did not diminish, as if it slammed straight on the stick with hatred, which only made the stick tremble, and then it seemed that it couldn't stand it. With a bang, accompanied by a wail, the stick was split and fell straight to the ground.

"Boom..."

The disaster in the sky seemed to be because of defeating the opponent. Happy, it kept ringing through the roar. The pure white thunder and lightning was like a dragon in the dark clouds, but it did not continue to do it, but emitted a strong pressure.

Obviously, Jieyun is gathering energy again, ready to give the last blow to the stick.

"Master..."

As soon as he saw the stick being hit on the ground, Yuan Mo was in a hurry, and his calm mind was suddenly broken. He hurriedly turned his head and said anxiously to Zhang Han. Even Sanqing looked at Zhang Han with doubtful eyes at this time, waiting for Zhang Han's decision.

Looking at this situation, Zhang Han also frowned slightly and stared at the place where the stick fell to the ground. After meditating for a moment, Zhang Han still decided to believe that the stick he forged would not fall so easily. His eyes were condensed and he did not say anything, but quietly looked at the place where the stick fell to the ground.

"Master..."

Yuan Mo looked at Zhang Han in silence. He was suddenly anxious and was about to open his mouth, but he found that the old man beside him gently shook his head at him. Obviously, he was stopping him. Yuan Mo had to suppress the urgency in his heart. He turned his head and looked at the place where the stick fell to the ground, but it was difficult to hide his eyes. Be in a hurry.

"Hung buzz..."

In the different thoughts of everyone, there were bursts of hum when the stick fell to the ground. Then, everyone saw the stick flying from the ground to the sky with a rustling sound. At this time, the stick body of the stick was no longer the glory of the glass, but like a rusty broken copper iron, with The copper rust of the silk, obviously, the stick was really injured in the blow just now.

"Boom..."

Looking at the stick actually getting up, the disaster in the sky suddenly became angry. There was a sudden rumble in the clouds, which was several times thicker than just now. The pure white lightning, which was about ten feet in size, appeared from the clouds in vain, like a raging dragon in the clouds, accompanied by the sound of thunder. With the momentum of thunder, he bombarded the stick in mid-air.

This split is fierce, and this split is obviously a heavenly disaster ready to solve the stick in one fell swoop. At this time, the situation is extremely close to the stick.

"Master..."

"Big brother..."

At this time, not only Yuan Mo was anxious, but also Sanqing began to be anxious and looked at Zhang Han.

Irrespecting everyone's expressions, Zhang Han just quietly looked at the stick in the air and looked at its slight trembling, as if he were a strong person. At this time, Zhang Han suddenly had the illusion that the stick could definitely carry over it, not for anything else, but for its strength.

Sanqing and Yuan Mo were still silent when they saw Zhang Han. Although they were helpless, they still chose to believe Zhang Han, turned their heads and continued to look at the stick in the air.