Chapter 540 Crossing the Disaster
The sea was faint, and An Bochen walked along the waves to the sea.
The sea where the hundred countries are located is originally smooth at a glance, but tonight, it is extremely strangely converged into a sloping tide, like a slope between the sky and the sea, hooking from the bottom to the edge of the sky.
An Bochen was on the slope where the tide gathered, and Qingyi rolled in the swooping sea breeze.
On the starry islands and mountains in the distance, the gods of the countries are watching from afar. Most of them are only six heavens. This time, they gathered together to watch An Bochen's disaster. They are both emotional and envious, and more are happy for An Bochen.
"An Xiaoyou's crossing of the disaster is unprecedented."
On an island full of coconut trees, the man smiled faintly.
"Indeed, even if the An brothers fail to cross the disaster, we can help him resist the thunderstorm. With so many people, it is impossible for him to fail.
Fang Bo's tone is a little smelly.
"Who is the An brothers so popular? I heard that he was going to overcome the disaster, and most of the gods of the hundred countries came. Uncle Fang, if you talk less meanly on weekdays, we won't be the only ones to help you protect the law.
Shan Qijun teased Uncle Fang and said in a tone, "However, Brother An is really amazing."
Hearing that Shan Qijun had something to point out, the man and Fang Bo looked at each other and smiled, but they didn't reveal it.
No one knows what An Bochen did in Yinjing, but only they knew it clearly, because Shan Qijun stayed in the eyes and ears of the Kui Dynasty. The gods of hundreds of overseas countries had long been dissatisfied with the group of people in Jiuyuanzhou, and Shanqijun had a deep hatred with the Moxiu of the Kui Dynasty. As soon as Longyangjun died, Shanqijun immediately learned that he changed his mind and knew that this matter had nothing to do with An Bochen.
"Someone is coming again."
At this moment, the man suddenly raised his head and looked at the far end of Tianyun.
Fang Bo and Shan Qijun looked at the same time, and their faces became strange.
A giant dragon appeared faintly at the end of the sky cloud. Looking closely, it was a magic frame with a dragon body and crane wings.
"People from the Yin Dynasty?"
Fang Bo frowned.
"Not like that." Shan Qijun shook his head and said, "Looking that it just stopped there, it doesn't seem to mean any harm. However, there are so many of us, even if we have bad thoughts, we can't get any benefits. I guess we just pass by and leave it alone.
An Bochen, who was on the sea wave, also found the strange driving. He only glanced at it and withdrew his eyes.
At this moment, An Bochen has only one idea in his heart to become a real immortal.
Once you become a true immortal, it is equivalent to being one of the real strong people in heaven and earth. You can get it in heaven and earth, and you don't need to be tied up in anything.
Walking in the sea wave facing the sky, every time An Bochen takes a step, his breath rises by one point. After a hundred steps, An Bochen's spirit has been completely brewed to the peak.
"It's time to get through the disaster."
An Bochen whispered to himself, and then took out the ten-thousand-year-old thunderbone box from his arms, looked at it for a moment, and lifted the lid of the box.
A column of purple light rises from the box and goes straight to the sky, reflecting the sea of a hundred miles.
Not long after, the big clouds have gathered in the sky, lightning and thunder, and the whole sky has turned into a thick purple tide. Every vibration of the clouds has caused the sea to shake and the island and mountains to tremble.
"What a strong cloud disaster."
The man looked at the thunder cloud and was secretly surprised.
In the field of vision, An Bochen stood with his head held high, looking directly at the clouds in the sky, and his eyes flashed with purple light, as if he was provoking the thunder.
Thunder and clouds surged, and countless lightning and thunder and fires danced wildly on the sea and sky, gradually shrinking, and then falling down.
At the moment when the fairy thunder came, the gods gathered on the island and the sea mountain trembled. Among them, there were also real immortals like the old man and Fang Bo. But seeing others crossing the disaster again, it is inevitable that they will recall their depression and suffering when they went through the disaster.
However, the next moment, except for the man and others, the onlookers all took a deep breath.
An Bochen quickly conjured up a magic weapon of a real fairyland. There were four magic weapons covering the top of his head. The fairy thunder bombarded, splashed thousands of hectares of thunder on the magic weapon, while An Bochen's motionless magic weapon on his head, standing under the thunderstorm, as calm.
"No wonder Brother An is so calm. It turns out that there are so many magic weapons around him. It's still a real fairyland. What a big arm."
A god sighed, and the gods next to him were also envious.
Although the hundreds of overseas countries are civilized and strong, they are not like the giants of the Three Dynasties, who can take out the magic weapon of the real fairyland. The gods of a hundred countries have to cross the disaster. Most of them need to return to Penglai, find teachers and friends, and ask for the same strange treasure of heaven and earth before they dare to cross the disaster. Even crossing the disaster is trembling. After all, the natural resources and earth treasures are not as good as refined magic weapons. How can you have four real fairyland magic weapons specially used to survive the disaster like An Bochen?
An Bochen originally planned to use twelve magic weapons to cross the robbery together, but he thought it was too wasteful. He left more magic weapons to cross the robbery. In the future, he could also cross the robbery for Hong Fu and the officials, so he only took out four kinds to resist the robbery.
As he imagined, four real fairyland magic weapons resisted the thunderstorm just right.
However, crossing the disaster is not to block the thunder. Only through the quenching of the body and soul can we truly break through to the next level. The utility of the magic weapon of crossing the robbery is just to disperse the thunder force, weaken the thunder force, and prevent the robbers from being killed by the thunder robbery before they are quenched.
"It's almost done."
An Bochen looked at the thunderstorm above his head and whispered.
A seal was pinched out in his hand. An Bochen controlled the four magic weapons that had been refined by him. The four magic weapons moved out slightly by half an inch, revealing a hole the size of a cat's eye.
Lei Jie found the catharsis place. How could he let it go? He immediately flowed down the hole.
Fee the strong and horrible atmosphere, An Bochen only felt that his whole heart was beating wildly. This is an instinct. When people face the primitive reaction when they know it is difficult to resist the disaster.
"Boom!"
The thick fairy thunder with his little thumb hit An Bochen's head, and An Bochen's ears buzzed. His whole body seemed to be fixed, his whole body was stiff, and his face turned pale.
Xianlei stabbed An Bochen's Baihui point on the top of his head and wanted to pierce An Bochen's skull.
An Bochen knew that if Xianlei was allowed to get in, ** to crush the meridians and internal organs of his whole body, Dantian would not be safe, and he would also fail.
What to do at this time is to resist the first wave of attacks and let Xianlei slide down his head and refine his body.
He gritted his teeth and persisted. Before long, the fear in An Bochen's heart gradually disappeared, and his whole body became relaxed.
Xianlei finally compromised, slowly flowed down, refined An Bochen's body, and then followed An Bochen's pores into the body, continuing to refine the bones, flesh, flesh and meridians.
Is it that simple?
An Bochen opened his eyes. At the beginning, the severe pain passed, and he only felt a moment of comfort.
The fairy thunder seems to be a gentle sea, swimming around An Bochen's whole body, which is much easier than when he passed the real fairy thunder disaster before.
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"The first level is easy to pass, and the remaining level is the real test."
Looking at An Bochen, who was shrouded in the fairy thunder, the man looked slightly dignified.
"Yes, how many people have passed the first level and thought that the work was done, but they didn't know that the next was the most dangerous. I said, Lao Yi, why didn't you remind me when I went through the disaster?
Fang Bo stared at the man.
"If it reminds you, even if you succeed in the disaster, you will not become a real immortal." The man smiled and looked at An Bochen and said, "He is the same."