Chapter 153

Lush trees and colorful flowers shone brilliantly.

At this moment, the setting sun hung over the mountains, its fiery red color reflecting the whole forest in gold and red, bright and beautiful.

The short, fat woodcutter laughed and shook his head upon hearing this, waded through the knee-deep grass with uneven steps, threw his short axe aside, leaned back contentedly on a large stone as smooth as a mirror, and slightly narrowed his eyes.

"You couldn't beg your own master, so you traveled all the way to find this old Daoist? It's truly difficult for you, and your painstaking efforts are pitiful!"

He pointed to the short axe lying quietly at his feet and said:

"How about this: go three miles east, and in that valley, there grows a strange tree shaped like a snake. Take this axe, cut down that tree, and you can easily resolve this disaster."

"Master Tongxuan is teasing me again; how could I lift your weapon? Furthermore, this Daoist brother probably wouldn't want me to touch his precious body."

Nearby, only a helpless bitter laugh rang out.

"Then that's difficult. Wait; if this Chen Hang can withstand nine bolts of Small Pure Yang Thunder and survive the Heavenly Punishment Tribulation, I will help him with a small favor."

The short, fat woodcutter took off his bamboo hat, fanned his face, and said:

"Of course, if he can't, then everything will naturally be over."

"Master Tongxuan—"

"You are young and don't understand the ways of the world. It's fine to repay a drop of kindness with a spring, but you can't generalize; you still have to distinguish the circumstances. Who in the Nine Provinces and Four Seas could have the face to ask me to act?

If it weren't for your sake, who would care about Chen Hang's life or death!"

As his voice fell.

A loud, rumbling sound suddenly came from his sleeve, like ten thousand horses galloping, mixed with the movement of firelight and shooting stars, deafening.

"The brat has such a fiery temper? It's a pity he isn't a member of my sect; it's truly a shame he doesn't practice the Tai Yi Qing Shen Lei..."

The short, fat woodcutter muttered to himself, looking down at his sleeve, not knowing who he was speaking to.

"It's a pity that pulling up seedlings to help them grow is useless. I can save him for a moment, but can I save him for a lifetime? Chen Hang's life and death can only depend on himself. Let's see if he can block the nine bolts of Small Pure Yang Thunder!"

Then.

He raised his head again and laughed in a deep voice.

A patch of miserable clouds and mist, with electric snakes flying back and forth, appearing and disappearing in an instant.

Suddenly.

The wind howled, and the sound of thunder approached from afar, the whole scene covered by vast, heavy clouds.

Within them seemed to brew an astonishing aura that made one's heart tremble, the momentum terrifying! It whirled the surrounding Yin flow and nether qi, gathering them toward the center of the heavy clouds!

After a short while.

The heavy clouds were breached by a line.

A golden thunderbolt flew out from the clouds, the roaring sound loud, carrying a brilliant, dazzling light, ignoring all external things, and striking Chen Hang alone with the force of ten thousand jun!

Heavenly Punishment, Tai Bai Crossing the Sky—

Small Pure Yang Thunder!

Amidst the grim, loud sound that made his eardrums ache, no other sounds could be heard.

Facing this scene—

Countless complex emotions flashed through Chen Hang's mind, but in the end, they were all deeply suppressed, leaving only a fierce and perverse blood-boiling intensity, aggressive as fire!

The depths of those eyes, originally as dark as an abyss, suddenly flared with red light, like a demon!

"So, this is the hindrance to the Dao that Ancestor Fu Can spoke of? Lei Jie, Heavenly Punishment... Since it is so, since it is truly so! Then let it all come!"

He laughed, clenched his fist, and without the slightest hesitation, struck fiercely toward the thunderbolt falling on his head!

Bang!

A circle of white force expanded in mid-air.

Everywhere it passed, sand flew and stones moved, like a tornado striking the earth!

After the smoke and dust dissipated.

Not far away.

Yue You watched Chen Hang prop himself up; the ground beneath his feet had deeply sunken into a large area, pitted and bumpy, no longer as flat as before.

"That was only the first bolt; what's the use? There are still eight more waiting for you! Yushu has had countless blood descendants who fell at this hurdle."

His pupils condensed, and he thought to himself:

"This child has a fierce and straightforward personality, unyielding; he is a seed for Dao cultivation, but it's a pity he lacks luck.

This time, it seems I can only bring his corpse back to the Innate Xiantian Xiantian Mo Zong."

While Yue You was sighing.

Dense clouds rolled.

Vaguely, another bolt of electric light flashed, extremely dazzling.

Then, after a few breaths of grim silence, thunder struck Chen Hang again, shattering the sky and clouds!

Second bolt.

Third bolt.

Fourth bolt...

He didn't know how long it had been.

When the eighth bolt of Small Pure Yang Thunder slowly dissipated, leaving only a few strands of restless, fragmented electric light on the spot.

And those electric lights, after running out a few yards, also extinguished suddenly like a candle in the wind.

Witnessing this scene—

Even Yue You slowly withdrew the 'watching a good show' expression from his face and couldn't help but frown seriously.

It is as they say:

He who sins against Heaven has no one to pray to.

The severity of Chen Yushu's punishment tribulation was such that even a Dao Lord would not want to get involved, and it was extremely difficult to intervene.

But after he practiced that technique and chose to extend his bloodline through avatars.

The Pure Yang Thunder that originally belonged to Chen Yushu alone was shared among his descendants according to their numbers, which is the Small Pure Yang Thunder.

This tribulation is not like ordinary disasters.

Not only can it not be concealed or helped, but it has never been avoidable.

The precious secret artifacts used for ordinary tribulation crossing have no effect on it at all; one can only rely on the Daoist arts and divine abilities one has learned and the magic artifacts in one's hand to forcibly endure it.

Every time Chen Yushu's blood descendants want to break through their realm, they must be struck by the Small Pure Yang Thunder.

If they pass, their cultivation will naturally increase like water flowing into a channel.

If they don't.

Then everything is over.

In these hundreds of years, Yue You has seen countless talented blood descendants of Chen Yushu struck to death by the Small Pure Yang Thunder.

And those who survived and were obedient.

Such as Chen Zuo, Chen Daozheng, Chen Jin, Chen Ying, etc.

Were assigned by Chen Yushu to the Six Demonic Sects and entrusted with important tasks to strengthen his wings.

And the reason Yue You held back during the battle was that he truly regarded Chen Hang as someone like Chen Zuo, which is why he acted this way.

But even so.

Chen Hang's embryonic breathing was completely exhausted, his body was injured, and his combat power was damaged.

In Yue You's view, dragging this crippled body to survive the current Small Pure Yang Thunder was indeed a nine-out-of-ten-death situation, truly impossible.

Although the Small Pure Yang Thunder is far inferior to the true Pure Yang Lei Jie, it is still a Heavenly Punishment.

The power of the Small Pure Yang Thunder faced when breaking through each realm is also different.

It climbs according to the depth of the person crossing the tribulation's cultivation.

The higher the cultivation, the more powerful the Small Pure Yang Thunder, and the more imposing the momentum!

Yue You thought to himself, if an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator were to cross the Small Pure Yang Thunder Chen Hang is facing now, I'm afraid if a thousand came, a thousand would die, and it would be impossible to escape.

Yet Chen Hang, dragging this crippled body, actually forcibly withstood eight bolts of thunder, and only one last bolt remained to achieve perfection.

It is truly an extraordinary Dao nature, making even him feel a little moved.

"A pity, a pity, although that senior of yours warned you not to easily establish your foundation, they still didn't dare to offend Yushu and tell you the truth about the Small Pure Yang Thunder. Chen Hang, you are a hidden dragon, but you are trapped in a fish pond, and before you can stretch your ambitions, you are about to turn to ash!"

Amidst the heavy clouds.

The sound of thunder grew more violent.

Yue You laughed and shook his head slightly.

Although even if Chen Hang broke through to Foundation Establishment, he would never be his match and it would be of no use.

But at least.

He wouldn't be struck to death by the Small Pure Yang Thunder just as he understood his own path.

"If your spirit were full when crossing this Small Pure Yang Thunder, it should be fine, but now, eight bolts are the limit; the last bolt is the death tribulation!"

Looking at the bloody figure in the pit, Yue You laughed lowly and sighed:

"Unwilling to entrust life and death to others, preferring death to being captured back to the Innate Xiantian Xiantian Mo Zong, truly a temperament that would rather be a broken jade than a whole tile!

Your actions now are truly a case of seeking benevolence and obtaining it!"

As Yue You sighed leisurely.

In the blink of an eye.

The clouds shattered, and the murky weight dispersed!

A sound that could split the earth and open mountains rang out violently, shaking the long sky.

Then, a golden thunderbolt traversed the infinite, striking down toward Chen Hang!

Small Pure Yang Thunder—Ninth Bolt!

Time seemed to be slowed down, so much so that Chen Hang seemed to be able to see the Small Pure Yang Thunder approaching him inch by inch.

As far as the eye could see.

In the world.

It seemed that only that thunder light filling his pupils remained...

His body instinctively felt a tremor; death was imminent, making his gaze unconsciously sharp as needles.

Shock, fury, unwillingness, madness, intensity, perversity—

All kinds of hot emotions intertwined in his chest, surging like waves, complex and indescribable.

It was as if all the obscure thoughts that had been accumulating in his heart were released together, turning into a raging flame that, from the inside out, wanted to burn him into red-hot charcoal ash.

At this moment.

A momentary blankness flashed through Chen Hang's mind.

He rarely remembered the days of struggling on his sickbed in his previous life, those injustices, unwillingness, and the reluctance to part with life.

Clearly, there was a roar in front of him that could shatter his ears, but it mysteriously turned into the same silence as when he died in his previous life. It was all a silent stillness.

He gripped the long sword he used as a cane with five fingers, staring fixedly at the golden divine thunder striking down.

At the moment the thunderbolt hit his body, he suddenly pulled the corners of his lips and laughed hysterically!

Again like this?

Why like this?

He gripped the sword tremblingly, feeling a desperate pleasure of slaughter rushing up from his heart, like a dying horse making its final gallop in life.

Throw those delusions, those hurdles, behind the wind, under his hooves, and trample them to pieces! Crush them fiercely into the mud!

Even so—

Even so, what of it!

This terrible thought of wanting to destroy himself along with everything before his eyes.

Made Chen Hang's eyes shoot out brilliant light, as if he had attained enlightenment, an indescribable pleasure!

"What dies in the True Dharma Realm is ultimately the heart-image; if I cannot even kill myself, how can I kill life?"

Although countless bones were broken and the pain surged like a tide.

Chen Hang only felt a sense of clarity and comfort, enjoying himself.

"Come! Come!"

He laughed wildly, and the Green Law Sword in his hand also let out a loud hiss.

Man and sword leaped forward, joyfully meeting the thunder light striking down, regardless of everything, and slashed heavily!

It was as if a pure white rainbow flashed across the world.

Yue You, who had already closed his eyelids and was indifferent, suddenly had his eyebrows jump.

He looked up and saw the magnificent scene of the last bolt of Small Pure Yang Thunder being split into two, and then a white light brushed past it.

Then.

A sharp pain came from his neck.

"Ten steps to kill? No, not just..."

Stunned for a while.

Yue You looked at the smear of blood gradually expanding on his neck, raised his head, and sighed inexplicably:

"To tell the truth, I no longer want to capture you back to the Innate Xiantian Xiantian Mo Zong... For someone like you, if you cannot be made a friend, then it is better to be dead."

Dozens of steps away from him.

There was only a miserable bloody shadow with half its torso melted away by the thunder.

Chen Hang sighed with satisfaction in his heart; his five fingers, now exposing white bone, could no longer grip the sword hilt.

Amidst the series of crisp sounds of the Green Law Sword falling to the ground with a 'Clang', he turned his crippled body with all his might to face Yue You.

It was only half a breath's time.

The sword wound on Yue You's neck had already healed as before, easily.

"A sword slash breaks the root of sorrow, hanging in the blue sky is my heart."

Chen Hang slowly spat out a few slurred words; his whole body was covered in flesh and blood, his face covered by wounds and bloodstains, unable to see his brows.

Only those eyes.

The gaze was still calm, faintly containing a trace of a smile.

"You won."

He sat on the ground, his voice not very loud, nor carrying any regret:

"Come, kill me."

"Good! I acknowledge you as a person, so I will grant your wish!" Yue You's expression turned fierce, and he grinned.

He raised his hand, wrapped in a shrill wind, and pressed down fiercely toward Chen Hang, who could not move!

"Good! Good!"

Deep in the forest.

The short, fat woodcutter touched his face and laughed. Ignoring the increasingly grand whistling sound in his sleeve, he took his hand out and pointed lightly at the sky.

Three miles east of this place.

In the valley.

It was originally a scene of lush bamboo and pines, strange flowers and auspicious grass, a beautiful evergreen scene throughout the four seasons.

But suddenly.

A strange tree with gnarled branches, shaped like a snake's mouth opening to bite, just trembled, and then burst into flames without fire.

In an instant.

It was burned clean, not a bit left.

At the same time the strange tree was burned.

Nan Chan Zhou.

Inside the Rongcheng Duming Cave Heaven in the water.

Chen Yushu, who was playing a game of chess against himself with black and white pieces, suddenly changed his expression slightly, his body trembled, and he opened his mouth to cough up a mouthful of blood.

"My technique was broken?"

His originally indifferent expression turned serious, and as his thoughts turned, he recited a few incantations in a low voice, pinching a seal in his hand.

"This move, it seems to be the work of that old thing? He hasn't died yet?"

After a while, he dispersed the seal and sneered:

"Interfering in my family affairs, do you also want to play a casual move?"

And at this time.

Earth Abyss.

Golden Drum Cave.

A Daoist wearing a high literary crown, draped in a green feather-woven robe, with a round light reflecting on his neck and a spirited appearance, suddenly released his five senses, woke up from meditation, and opened his eyes.

"This aura—"

The Daoist leaped with his heart, sensing the divine qi of heaven and earth in the dark, using his hand as a counter, silently divining.

In just a moment, he understood the whole story of the situation.

"So that's it, Chen Yushu, you scoundrel really went to great pains."

He sighed and raised his sleeve.

Promoting the book "Shen Gongbao the Great Sage Persuades the Immortals to Die"

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