MTL - How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight-Chapter 718 Do not return, such as scattered flowers (3)

  Chapter 718 The return of the wicked, scattered flowers like this (3)

  Miao Hua went to the cliff to retreat without hearing about the world, just because this is the biggest calamity since his cultivation, that is, the calamity of the heart.

After    Mahayana, it is to transcend calamity and to break through the calamity transcendence period, only then can we break through all the mundane and truly ascend to the gods by human beings.

Looking at the entire world of immortality, it has been ten thousand years that no one has survived the final doom. Most of them died in the middle of the explosion, or stagnated for a thousand years without progress, so this matter is destined to attract major Faction's attention.

   has the best plan and the worst plan.

   After the news that Miao Hua was going to break through the Tribulation Period came out, the entire Xiuyuan world turned their attention to the Qingxu Gate, all with incomparable expectations.

   After all, Miao Hua is not an ordinary person. Immortal Miao Hua is the most powerful cultivator on the cultivation continent, and his talent is unmatched.

  If Miao Hua succeeds, it will be the pride and legend of the entire cultivation world, and it will also be the driving force of the major sects, and everyone will look forward to it.

   However, Miao Hua has been staying at the entrance of the cliff for seven, seven and forty-nine days, and finally attracted the biggest doom, ten thunders.

  Under the afterglow of the setting sun, a faint purple thunder light radiated from the edge, Miao Hua sat cross-legged, and the whole body was full of red light. The whole Qingxu Gate saw the dazzling red light on the top.

   "Master has passed the tribulation."

   All the disciples were worried and nervous as they looked at the thunder light in the sky.

   But there are barriers around the cliffs of the back mountain, and no one can enter at all, so everyone can only watch from the outside.

   Miao Hua sat cross-legged, his expression calm, the awn had soared several times, hovering above his head, emitting a terrifying red light, ready to fight against thunder and lightning.

   In the world of self-cultivation, no one has ascended for nearly a thousand years. There are countless people who have failed to overcome the calamity, and some people have even been directly killed when fighting against lightning.

  When the first thunder struck, the disciples were outside the restricted area. Although they could not feel the power of the thunder, they could see that the power was not small.

  The thunder light dissipated, and Miao Hua in the center was unharmed, still meditating quietly, and the ray of light above his head was also very dazzling.

  The further back the thunder, the more powerful it is.

   Although Miao Hua's expression did not change, the light radiating from his body became more and more dim, and his face became more and more pale. When the eighth thunder, a trace of blood had oozing from the corner of his mouth.

   After the ninth path, the light on Miao Hua's body suddenly became extremely intense, and it became more and more conspicuous under the thunder and lightning, and the purple light filled the sky.

With a loud noise that shook the ground, the light almost reached the point of dazzling, and the huge power directly broke the barrier. Under this prestige, the lesser cultivation base directly vomited blood and retreated to the side. .

   When everyone ran to the mountain to take a look, there was no sign of Immortal Miao Hua.

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   However, as soon as Miao Hua woke up, a sharp pain suddenly rose, irritating his nerves.

   His stomach seemed to be stabbed by ten thousand hot knives, and a throbbing pain spread all over his body.

   Pain after wave rushed towards him like a flood, wave after wave.

   reluctantly opened his eyes, the picture was blurry and not clear, after a while, he opened his eyes again, and then he could see clearly.

   He is now a child.

   Probably only about five or six years old.

   This is a broken temple, there are broken windows everywhere, the wind is biting, and it is snowing heavily outside.

   The clothes on his body were not thick at all, and his exposed hands were purple and black from the cold, and he had lost consciousness.

   Not only that, there are many wounds on his body, which should have been beaten out by a stick.

   Just at the last moment, Miao Hua was still the immortal venerable who had the power to burn mountains and boil seas and reverse the universe, but now he has become a mortal person without any spiritual power.

   Miao Hua had already guessed that this should be the final doom.

   After passing this calamity, you can turn into a feather and become an immortal.

   That means that the Thunder Tribulation has passed, and now only the Heart Tribulation is left.

  Miao Hua cultivates the ruthless way, so he will abandon his emotions and desires, and as long as he survives the calamity of his heart, he can reach the realm of God.

   But Miao Hua didn't know what his heart robbery was referring to.

   He has been indifferent since he was a child, and he only seeks the Tao in his heart, and he has no desire or desire for anything other than that.

   He tried to mobilize the spiritual power and spiritual consciousness around him, but after a little attempt, a vast and majestic force was suddenly pressed into his sea of ​​consciousness.

   There is a powerful force that is restricting him, or in other words, restricting his body, his body is just an ordinary mortal, and his mana will only come back after passing through the doomsday.

   And now this mortal body may just be his tiny soul.

  Miao Hua calmly accepted this fact, and when he understood it, he stopped thinking about it.

  The most important thing now is the environment in which he lives. A five-year-old child who survives a cold winter in the twelfth lunar month is a fool's dream.

   He hid in a small corner, where the wind was relatively small, by the way, he found a rag to cover his body, and his small body huddled together, struggling to keep warm.

  Miao Hua was woken up by starvation, the sun was not yet bright, and the sun always came out late in winter.

   The child should have not eaten for a long time. The stomach is constantly twitching and hurting. The contents in the stomach are almost tumbling out, and then the only thing that comes out is water.

   If it goes on like this, it will either die of cold or starvation.

  Miao Hua stood up, moved his numb hands and feet, and went out in the cold wind.

  This is a small village, the streets are filled with people one after another, and the shops are also open.

  Miao Hua looked at the hot steamed buns and could barely move his feet. He had been inedible a long time ago, and he had never eaten anything since then. He had never been interested in this appetite.

   But now, his physiological reaction made him stare at the steaming buns, licking his dry lips, the permeating aroma made him involuntarily yearn and swallow from time to time, as if his saliva was about to overflow.

   Adam's apple wriggled up and down from time to time, and even the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard clearly.

  It was at this time that the stomach was tingling, like a knife cutting a needle.

   The owner of the steamed buns looked up and saw the dirty little beggar staring at his steamed buns, and waved his hands in disgust.

   "Go away, go away! Don't disturb my business."

   After he finished speaking, he raised the wooden stick in his hand, with a hint of threat.

   Miao Hua had never felt this way before, he almost exhausted all his will to not rush to grab the buns, but hid in a small corner and watched secretly.

  This village is not rich, and the people who come by are all dressed in plain clothes, wearing thick cotton-padded clothes without any beauty, and their skin is sallow and dark.

   The owner of the steamed bun shop accidentally dropped one of the buns while packing the buns for the guests, and the clean buns rolled twice on the ground.

   (end of this chapter)