Chapter 23: Shattering the Pill to Become an Infant

Spring passed and autumn came, and ten years passed in a flash.

On this day, Fang Yu stood hundreds of miles away in the bamboo forest.

꽭껗Dark clouds are everywhere.

Lightning and thunder.

Looking at the lightning in the sky, Fang Yu had a look of indifference in his eyes.

Breaking through the Nascent Soul requires experiencing thunder tribulation.

Using the power of thunder tribulation, the golden elixir was shattered into Yuanying.

This is extremely dangerous. If you can't survive it, you will die.

Su 께께 in the distance looked at Fang Yu in the sky, his eyes full of worry.

"Senior brother, do you think the master can survive the thunderstorm?"

At this moment, the power of 꽭 was too strong, making Su 께께 feel depressed.

Ye Junlan looked at Fang Yu and nodded affirmatively.

"It must be no problem, Master is so strong."

Ye Junlan thought that when he first met Fang Yu, Fang Yu was still a qi-refining monk in his twilight years.

Only a dozen years ago, Fang Yu was already going through the Nascent Soul Tribulation.

This also strengthened Ye Junlan's thoughts.

Fang Yu must have an unknown past, maybe he was rebuilt by some big shot.

Just thinking about it.

The disaster has begun.

A thunder calamity as thick as a bucket fell from the calamity cloud.

It fell on Fang Yu.

Then, thunder tribulations fell one after another.

In a blink of an eye, there was a thunder disaster.

As mentioned earlier, Fang Yu carried it hard.

Straight to the fourth path.

Fang Yu drew his sword.

A sword swing.

Thunder Tribulation shattered.

Ye Junlan and Su 께께, who were watching from a distance, could not believe it.

Especially Ye Junlan, he is in a panic now. He is currently in the middle stage of the golden elixir, but he clearly senses that with his strength, he will not be able to survive even the first thunder tribulation.

But it's not over yet.

The fifth track falls.

Ye Junlan looked at him and said in a deep voice:

"The Nascent Soul Tribulation generally only involves four levels of thunder calamity, but those with demonic qualities can experience five or seven levels of thunder calamity."

Ye Junlan read this in ancient books.

Su 께께 on the side looked at Fang Yu in the field and couldn't help but say:

"Then Master must be in the seventh level of thunder calamity."

Ye Junlan didn't refute, he thought so too, because Fang Yu was too strong.

Soon, the seventh level of thunder tribulation passed.

But the calamity cloud of 꽭껗 has not dissipated.

Su 께께 exclaimed.

"Senior brother, what's going on? Why hasn't Master's lightning disaster dissipated yet?"

Ye Junlan's eyes narrowed and he didn't answer.

The ancient books do not say that Yuanying will encounter thunder disasters of the seventh level or above.

Fang Yu, who was in the center of Jie Yun, was looking at Jie Yun with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Logically speaking, the seventh level is already the limit.

Could it be that he has more thunder disasters?

꽭껗’s lightning disaster did not fall immediately.

The calamity cloud is turning red.

From the calamity cloud, Fang Yu felt a hint of danger.

He immediately took the elixir to adjust his condition.

The previous seven thunder tribulations did not cause him any harm.

But now the eighth thunder tribulation gave him an unpleasant feeling.

After waiting for a stick of incense, Jie Yun's calamity cloud was finally brewed. Jie Yun's size was more than twice as big as before, and Jie Yun's whole body was blood red, looking extremely weird.

Finally, a bloody thunderstorm fell and submerged Fang Yu.

"Master!"

Su 께께 exclaimed.

Ye Junlan on the side also frowned.

Even a Nascent Soul Stage monk may not be able to withstand such a terrifying power.

After this thunder calamity fell, the calamity clouds of 꽭껗 immediately dissipated.

A big pit appeared in the center of the calamity cloud.

Ye Junlan and Su 께께 rushed over immediately.

"Master!"

Tears were about to overflow from Su 께께's eyes.

Because there is nothing at the bottom of the pit.

"Master has been struck by lightning!"

Su 께께 cried and shouted.

The sound was miserable.

Ye Junlan also looked ugly.

He couldn't believe that his master would be struck to death by lightning.

After a while, Su 께께 sobbed a little, and a figure appeared in front of them.

It was Fang Yu.

"Why are you crying? Your master, I am not dead yet."

"Master!"

Su 께께 shouted in surprise.

Fang Yu nodded lightly.

After giving an explanation, he quickly went back to retreat.

Returning to the bamboo forest, Fang Yu felt the injuries in his body and saw a incomplete red rune.

There was some clarity in his mind.

The last one is no longer a calamity, but a punishment.

꽭The punishment for those who are too rebellious.

Feeling the injury inside his body, Fang Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Fortunately, in the past ten years, through teaching Ye Junlan swordsmanship, he has obtained a magical power, which can be repaid a hundred times.

The last sword cut off most of the punishment's lock. In the end, not all of the punishment fell on him, and the land around him also suffered a lot for him.

Otherwise, he might have been seriously injured, instead of being injured as seriously as he is now.

Then, Fang Yu felt the Nascent Soul in his body.

It looks like a 께께 baby.

Nascent Soul Aperture, Fang Yu looked at himself sitting cross-legged on the futon, feeling an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Controlling Yuanying, Fang Yu shuttled through the bamboo forest. He felt that the connection between him and the earth was getting closer.

A feeling that cannot be said.

After an hour of Nascent Soul awakening, Fang Yu felt a little tired, so he returned to his body.

Opening his eyes, Fang Yu looked into his heart, feeling the strength in his body, and couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

Ancient books say that if more than one stick of incense is used in the Nascent Soul stage, it will cause damage to the Nascent Soul.

But he was a little tired after wandering around for an hour.

This shows that the strength of his Nascent Soul is far superior to that of ordinary Nascent Soul monks.

After verifying it, Fang Yu concentrated on consolidating his cultivation.

In a purple bamboo forest in the southern wasteland, an old man's eyes narrowed.

Taking a compass from his arms, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

"께께놋News."

An old man with a white beard next to him said:

"Then hurry up and go. It's been more than ten years, and you said you asked a child like her to come here to become a teacher. Are you out of your mind?"

The old man was not angry when he heard what his old friend said. He just touched his head and said:

"I wasn't thinking about it at the time. I gave the child a teleportation talisman, and she also had a life-saving device on her body. As long as it was triggered, I could rush out immediately. Who knew that when she left, I would lose news."

"Then go quickly. For more than ten years, maybe you have been trapped in a certain secret realm, wasting many years and delaying your practice. Disciples of the same age as you have already started to prepare for foundation building. "

The old man with the white beard couldn't help but complain a few words.

Then the two of them held the Bagua disk and quickly flew away in one direction according to the guidance above.