PFC Chapter 195 Who can help me survive the disaster?
Chapter 195 Who can help me survive the disaster?
It's impossible to persuade them. Not only them, but most of the cultivators with low realms and strength are waiting for such an opportunity to weaken the natural tribulation.
"There are too many robbery cultivators in the ditch recently. Even the Divine Transformation Realm cultivators are disguised to enter. If you go in, you must be careful."
"Let's go. These two talismans are for you two. We'll say goodbye now. I hope we can meet again." Kun Chanzi sipped the last drop of white wine in the glass, feeling a little reluctant to leave.
Two level five defensive charms were placed on the table.
"Damn, old Taoist, you're really good. You're actually a level five talisman master." Song Tang was stunned. Such talisman masters usually live in the upper city and are big shots.
"Haha, I just realized it, it's too late."
Kun Chanzi is leaving. For a casual cultivator with no background, the higher his attainments in talismans, the more dangerous he will be. If he is controlled by others, he won’t even have the freedom to go to the toilet.
"Well, this is for you, don't really die." Song Tang took out a red bead and gave it to Kun Chanzi.
Zhang Song tilted his head and looked at Song Tang, "You have this thing, you can be a casual cultivator."
The Blood-Transforming Pearl is a disposable spiritual weapon. Even if someone at the Spiritual Transformation Realm is hit by it, he will definitely not feel good.
The most important thing is that this thing comes from the Blood Demon Cult, and without a certain status, you can't afford it and can't buy it. Its value is only higher than that of a level 5 talisman.
Zhang Song was somewhat skeptical that the Yuanying realm cultivators could produce level five talismans and blood-transforming beads. He wondered if all the independent cultivators in Tai'an City were such big shots.
Kun Chanzi couldn't hide the smile on his old face. With this thing, plus his preparations in recent years, he had a 40% chance of advancing to the God Transformation stage.
Song Tang said angrily: "It's really that serious. This thing can only be used as a lightning strike."
"That's enough, that's enough."
Song Tang looked at Zhang Song and said, "Friend Zhang, you are the most timid, but it is best not to miss such an opportunity."
Although he was in a private room, he still looked around and sent a message to the two people: "Don't go to the Gray Mist West District. It has been reserved by a big force."
Zhang Song was holding the talisman and the blood-transforming bead in his hands, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
After thinking about it, he realized that most of the things on him could not be seen in public. If he took out the thunder liquid, those in the Spirit Transformation Realm would be jealous, but he did not dare to take it out to test human nature.
"Since everyone is going their separate ways, I will offer a toast to both of you. I wish both of you all the best and may your dreams come true and you become gods."
Zhang Song took out the Qinglong wine with some heartache. The value of this thing was much more precious than the Blood-Transforming Pearl Sea Monster. To put it bluntly, if an ordinary cultivator drank a small cup, the chance of advancing to an ordinary god would increase by at least 20%.
"Is it that serious?" Kun Chanzi was amused by Zhang Song's stinginess: "Don't tell me it's a level 5 spirit wine."
The average casual cultivator cannot afford the fifth-level spiritual wine, but having a small cup every day during cultivation is not only enjoyable, but also can make the soul feel more solid for a quarter of an hour.
"Haha, it looks like a good wine. We have to try it." Song Tang's eyes lit up, but there was a flash of blood in them. One cannot drink wine carelessly.
In the two small bowls, there was a faint white mist condensing as if it was raining. In the clear wine, there was a fish head and a dragon body, and a faint shadow was swimming in the wine bowl.
Suddenly, the sound of a dragon's roar was heard from the wine bowl.
"Oh my god, is this...immortal wine?" Song Tang took a look and his eyes turned completely red this time.
"Immortal wine, there really is immortal wine."
Zhang Song laughed and pretended to be stingy: "If you want to drink, drink it quickly. It hurts me to see you."
The two of them hurriedly and carefully took it in their hands, looked at it again and again, and took a sip gently, just like someone who had been hungry for more than ten days, holding the rice porridge in his hands, wanting to drink it but afraid to drink it too fast.
Zhang Song was the guardian of two people.
An hour later, the two men opened their eyes and saluted Zhang Song with their hands clasped together.
"No, I received a talisman and a blood bead."
"I'm leaving. I'll wait for me to come back and then meet you two fellow Taoists." Kun Chanzi left in a carefree manner, without any trace of old age on his body.
"No more words to say. See you later, fellow Daoist." Song Tang clasped his fists solemnly. Only ordinary people could take out the immortal wine. Even he, the Blood Demon Sect Leader, had only heard of his backup clone but had never seen him.
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Zhang Song has arrived at the gray fog area. Standing here, he can clearly feel the faint gray fog, which has the corrosive effect of eroding magic power and even affecting the soul.
He randomly found a rock wall and sat cross-legged on it.
There were also quite a few people around, being wary of each other, and some people went straight in.
While they were waiting for death, news had already come out that the monster that appeared in the gray fog was a mass of flesh, which had emerged from some unknown gap during a lightning strike.
Tai'an City has already asked for help from the surrounding forces.
Three great monks in the Dharma Realm have been hiding in the gray fog, just waiting for the death catastrophe to come and eliminate the flesh ball in one fell swoop.
The death calamity is a real thunder calamity that carries the aura of annihilation.
Zhang Song sighed. The fuss he would make when he reached the state of Divine Transformation would probably be even greater than that of that monster.
To reach the state of spiritual transformation, one must just grasp a trace of perfect Tao rhyme.
Why are the exercises divided into different levels?
Because high-level techniques have their own Taoist charm, as long as you practice them to a high level, you will naturally have insights, and advancement will be a natural thing.
People who practice low-level skills, unless they have extraordinary talent, may be able to feel the existence of Tao rhyme on their own, but the little bit they feel can't be compared with the complete and orderly inheritance.
Click!
The huge lightning formed a guillotine in the air, tearing through the void and striking downwards.
The place was completely illuminated by the white lightning, turning it into daytime.
The sky was angry. This was the only feeling in Zhang Song's heart.
The thunderclouds were rolling like huge waves. There was not much lightning, but it was gathering strength. The previous blow did not seem to have much effect.
Many people were frightened at the sight of it, and the three great masters in the Dharma Realm even felt a little regretful. Could they really kill it by themselves while bearing such a strange punishment from heaven?
After such a thunder catastrophe, many extremely pure thunder crystals will be scattered all over the place. If there is a hint of annihilation in them, the Four Spirits Pavilion will definitely offer a sky-high price that you will not be able to refuse.
Many monks are seizing the time to gain insights.
Zhang Song was not the only one who was gaining insights. With the five residual souls and the system running, they were firing on all cylinders this time.
How can I advance to the God Transformation stage if the Heavenly Tribulation is too weak? I will do good deeds without leaving a name, and then I will add more fuel to the fire.
He remembered a sentence.
Whoever can survive the thunder tribulation with me at this time will be my brother, Zhang Song.
Thunderclouds were brewing, and this time a ferocious beast appeared. It was so huge that it seemed as if the entire dark void had turned into a giant beast. It opened its huge mouth and bit down ferociously.
This time, he looked at the strange statue.
The ball of flesh was more than five meters tall, made entirely of flesh and blood, with all sorts of eyes, and outstretched arms, legs and feet all over its body.
Zhang Song felt calm. It was as if hundreds of people were thrown into a meat grinder, and then poured out and became like this.
After two annihilation divine thunders came down, the body of the meat ball turned black directly, a layer of flesh and bones fell off, and it let out an inexplicable roar in anger.
The sensation transmitted from the spiritual consciousness is different from what the body sees.