Chapter 9 Stone, Past
Leng Yaozhu also reacted immediately when the thunder fell. Her expression suddenly changed, but her movements were not slow at all.
Several barriers were broken by her, forming barriers in the sky above Qiangu Qitian. The seven-drop sky phoenix also began to rotate at high speed, covering Qiangu Qitian's body with a layer of blazing white light.
Before Leng Yaozhu could make any further preparations, thunder from the sky broke through several walls and arrived in an instant.
Wherever the sky thunder passed, everything was turned into dust amid destruction and desolation. It broke through several layers of walls but not a single stone fell.
When Tianlei touched the first barrier set up by Leng Yaozhu, there was no lag at all. The shield that was enough to withstand the Title Douluo's blow was like air.
Then the second, third...
Until the shield formed by the sky thunder and the Tianfeng True Fire collided.
The sound of breaking mirrors came from the Tianfeng shield, and small cracks visible to the naked eye appeared at the point where the shield came into contact with the sky thunder.
Leng Yaozhu’s expression was very solemn. You must know that Tianfeng True Fire is her strongest method!
"Bang~"
Under the huge pressure, the seven drops of Tianfeng True Fire were overwhelmed and directly turned into several streams of light and scattered in all directions.
The thunder from the sky is like entering an uninhabited land, and it is blasting straight towards Qi Tian.
Qiangu Qitian felt the breath of death for the second time.
Suffocation, weakness, and then unbearable pain...
"I... died too cowardly..."
To say that I died accidentally in my last life, then I probably did it on purpose in this life.
Forget it, maybe this way you don’t have to worry so much.
Qiangu Qitian, who had already accepted his fate, quickly accepted the fact and calmly waited for the second death to come.
Although the feeling of death has always been close at hand, it has never come.
What he was waiting for was not death, but a warm embrace.
After Qiangu Qitian hesitated for a while, his closed eyes opened a crack.
What comes into view is a beautiful face, with bright eyes, white teeth, ruddy skin, and long red hair dancing in the wind, like a phoenix spreading its wings. The crystal earrings reflect the soft white light around them, shining brightly. Light.
The nine-color sky thunder filled with the aura of destruction did not fall on Qiangu Qitian. At the critical moment, Leng Yaozhu shunned to Qiangu Qitian, unfolded his own fighting armor wings, Tianfeng Wuhun also spread his wings together and protected Qiangu Qitian in his arms.
The top-level defense of the four-word battle armor weakened a lot of the power of the sky thunder for Leng Yaozhu, but it was only weakened.
This is terrifying energy that even Extreme Douluo cannot withstand!
The Tianfeng martial spirit let out a shrill cry when it was struck by the thunder. As the master of the martial spirit, Leng Yaozhu also showed pain, but she did not choose to leave. Instead, she hugged Qiangu Qitian. A little tighter.
Qiangu Qitian was stunned. He did not expect that there would be someone standing in front of him, or someone he had only met once.
Time freezes at this moment.
The nine-color sky thunder could not fall even half a minute, Leng Yaozhu still showed pain on his face, Qiangu Qitian slowly raised his left hand.
A stone flew out of his palm.
The stone is not big, only about the size of an egg. There are some bright yellow runes on the gray-brown surface, which seems to be formed innately or artificially carved, obscure and mysterious.
Qiangu Qitian’s attention was all focused on this inconspicuous little stone. His originally focused eyes instantly became empty. Everything around him faded away. The lines of all items were intertwined and the colors were mixed together. , just like... Gui Xu.
His soul seemed to be crossing countless years of time and space. The darkness and silence shrouded the sky for eternity. The violent turbulence of time and space intended to tear it into pieces, but the stone protected him, and all the crises around him Don't hurt it even a little bit.
Qiangu Qitian recovered from his absence. The surrounding light was very dim, and he could only see a few vague figures, and occasionally a few conversations came from the void.
"I want to return to secular life, and I also ask the Buddha to give me this golden hoop quickly."
"..."
"Humph, the Buddha said that all living beings are equal...I think This place is like a devil's cave! ""..."
"Bullshit, I am the Monkey King!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of powerful light erupted from the blurry figure, which made Qiangu Qitian unable to open his eyes.
But he could see that a figure was hit by a huge palm print, and the body that was hit hard broke into hundreds of... stones in the process of retreating violently?
That’s right, it’s a stone.
Qiangu Qitian couldn't help but cast his eyes on the spiritual stone flying out of his body again.
Based on the vague conversation just now, Qiangu Qitian was also a little frightened by the origin of this stone:
"Qitian...the Great Sage..."
The name Qitian in this life may be a coincidence, but the surname Qitian in the previous life was chosen by himself.
Life in the orphanage was not as beautiful as it seemed. When he was very young, Qi Tian was always bullied by children older than him. He was introverted and even a bit cowardly and did not dare to speak out. Can endure in silence.
Qiangu Qitian’s favorite thing is to watch TV in the dean’s grandfather’s room.
The TV at that time was like a boxy box. If you get closer, you can see light particles flashing on the screen.
Every summer, that is, during the summer vacation, Journey to the West is always played on the TV. This is Qiangu Qitian's favorite TV series.
What he remembers most vividly is the scene where Sun Wukong rescued a hard-working monk in Chechi Kingdom. Wukong gave his hair to the monk. When the monk was bullied, he only needed to shout "Monkey King", and the monk would be saved. The Holy Spirit will come out to help them drive away the Taoist priests who enslaved them.
Qiangu Qitian felt that he was a hard-working monk, and the people who bullied him were those vicious Taoist priests.
However, there is no Monkey King in reality.
Later he grew up, and the children who bullied him gradually left the orphanage. No one could bully him anymore, and the boy who was once bullied by the evil dragon did not turn into a new evil dragon.
In fact, a dream called the Monkey King has been planted in the young man's heart for a long time.
The blurred light and shadow gathered again, and everything began to return to its original appearance. Qiangu Qitian could see the pain on Leng Yaozhu's face, and felt the second despair and panic filling the air, but this Everything is about to end.
He raised his little hand and lifted the stone. The stone that originally had only a faint luster began to emit a dazzling light.
But to Qiangu Qitian, the light was so soft and did not affect his sight at all.
The light of the stone became more and more dazzling, as if something was about to break out of the stone.
"Ka~ka~ka~"
A sound like a breaking egg came, and a humanoid figure walked out of it, and its size also grew larger.
Even though the light had not dissipated and his appearance was hidden in it, Qiangu Qitian still recognized his identity. It was the hero who had appeared in his dreams countless times:
"Qitian Da Saint, Sun Wukong..."
In fact, based on the remaining scenes from before, Qiangu Qitian guessed that the real Monkey King may have fallen. What he sees now may be just the ten thousand things transformed by the Monkey King. One of the Thousand Spirit Stones.
Sun Wukong seemed to hear Qiangu Qitian's voice and looked slightly sideways.
It’s not that the mouth is sharp and the cheeks are shrinking, but it is very gentle, with a bit of divinity. The golden-red eyes looking at Qiangu Qitian actually show a bit of the elder’s doting on the younger, with a bit of divinity. The corners of his smiling mouth were slightly raised.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, Qiangu Qitian's floating dragon stick martial spirit flew into his hand consciously, and he played with it casually.
Qiangu Qitian also heard his evaluation of his martial spirit: "It's a pretty good weapon, kid, let me use it."
The voice was rich and magnetic, but still the same. I can hear the rebelliousness left behind by the cynicism of the past.
Before Qiangu Qitian could react, Sun Wukong disappeared in front of Qiangu Qitian with the dragon stick in hand.
After a breath, the thunder disappeared, the thunder clouds dispersed, and the suspended time began to flow again.
(End of this chapter)