The weather became gloomy, as gloomy as a hungry wolf waiting for an opportunity. The red vertical pupils stared at everyone, as if they were about to pounce on them at any time.

Regardless of Feng Yichen and the other two oppositions, Lianyi insisted on putting the three of them in the mountains and rivers, and heading towards the poisonous fog forest alone. She was afraid that she could not control her emotions, and she did not want people to see her fragile side.

Rumble!

A thunder and lightning that broke through the sky divided the gloomy sky into two halves and merged in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the wind blows and the rain comes.

The raindrops fell on Ribbon, but they seemed to be hitting Ribbon's heart.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

It’s depressing one after another, and it’s hard to breathe one after another.

The wind was tighter and the rain was tighter and the rain was tighter. Heavy rain fell from the sky, like a silver curtain hanging in the air, blowing endlessly from the sky to the ground, and it was like a dam breaking a river of heaven. There was only a "swinging" sound in my ears, and the raindrops were like dense wire mesh, firmly trapping the ripples in it.

Endless struggle, unable to get out.

In the poisonous fog forest, in front of the Bodhi tree and on the mirror platform, the fruits placed by Xiqi'er had rotten when he left last time, and only the remains were left under the erosion of heavy rain.

Rippled hands gently placed on the trunk of the tree, and the prayer in his eyes was so strong that it was so strong that it could not wash away the heavy rain.

"Old ancestor, I'm here to disturb you again. Can you wake up?"

"Old ancestor, I really have no choice..."

"Old ancestor, what should I do..."

Riyi leaned against the Bodhi tree and slowly slid on the ground weakly. However, there was no movement in the Bodhi tree, and the Bodhi Patriarch did not respond at all.

Strong and independent people are essentially lonely because she doesn't want others to see her fragility, and others can't get into her heart. She is forcing herself to be strong all the time.

But the ripples at this moment are fragile and vulnerable. In this rain, there is no way to see everything in the rain.

She thanked the rain for allowing her to deceive herself. I didn't cry, but the rain fell into my eyes.

Lianyi was filled with regret, regretting that she missed the opportunity to ask the Bodhi Patriarch, hated the damn lucky in her heart. Why didn't she tell the ancestor when Bodhi Patriarch asked about the tree of life? Why?

Maybe this is a common problem for people. Even though I know that the result is vaguely known in my heart, I am always full of this luck...

The rain seemed endless, tireless, raging between the world, gathering water on the plain, expanding rapidly. It was unstoppable and powerful. Plants were struggling, desperately grasping the earth, and animals were running away from the invasion of heavy rain. Under the pressure of the huge thunder and under the suppression of the struggle in the rain, the rain became even more fierce and invincible. It seemed that only they surrendered could the rain stop.

Only by surrendering to the power of heaven can he let you survive.

Is it really a destiny that cannot be violated?

Lianyi doesn’t believe it, what a bullshit fate, I insist on going against the will of heaven and changing my destiny! God blocks the gods, and Buddha blocks the gods and Buddhas blocks the gods!

But what can I count in this huge world?

A drop in the ocean? A sand in the Ganges River? In the end, it can't escape a piece of loess.

Who can be proud of the world and be free of restraint?

The feathers of the Vermilion Bird, the scales of the Azure Dragon, the black turtle shell, the teeth of the White Tiger, Bodhi seeds, the branches of the sycamore tree, the leaves of the big toon, and the fusanthemum flowers are about to bloom.

Refining the Nine-Turn Returning Yang Pill, now the only way to this life fruit is...

How can I give up?

But, what else can it be?

How can the seeds of the tree of life full of dead air break out of the ground?

How can the three-month period that Bodhi Patriarch exchanged for his deep sleep?
Chapter completed!