Between heaven and earth, there was only this disabled person raising one hand to the sky, resisting the great majesty of heaven!
The black thunder struck, and his body seemed to stiffen for a moment. The next moment, something like painted skin peeled off from his face as if it was burnt and melted. The middle-aged man who always had fatigue and sarcasm on his face revealed his true face that had been covered up by many layers of cloth in an instant.
Judging from his features alone, this man was no longer young, yet he didn't look old either. He had a high nasal bridge, a sharp nose, and extremely thin, pale lips. The cold anger in his eyes was like two balls of ghostly will-o'-the-wisp fire, seemingly blazing up into the heavens.
He is not Luo Cang, he is Zhen Shuangliu.
After taking off the "Luo Cang" mask that he had personally drawn, he showed more of the things that originally belonged to the Lord of the Spirit Snake, Zhen Shuangliu.
The thunder from the sky just now had no power over him, but the ordinary wooden wheelchair under him could not withstand such overbearing force and had already shattered into countless sawdust-like dust.
However, Zhen Shuangliu did not fall to the ground.
As soon as the first crack appeared on the wheelchair, the Seven Islands shook like an earthquake. Nine enormous snakes, as powerful as if they were about to swallow the heavens and cover the sun, burst forth from the earth, their tongues flickering like towering trees. The next moment, the nine snakes bowed their heads, coiling around Zhen Shuangliu in a protective gesture, forming his new wheelchair.
And in the Sad Snow Garden, countless snakes of all sizes appeared one after another, from the black soil, the pond, and among the flowers and trees... Thousands of colors, thousands of patterns, and thousands of highly poisonous creatures, all gathered at the feet of Zhen Shuangliu. They were as dangerous as rabid dogs, yet as docile as lambs.
If Luo Jiujiang were here, he would find that the paradise he once regarded as a place away from the world has become a terrifying snake garden.
Just as he had once imagined, the master, solitary and extreme yet tolerant like a father or brother, had now revealed a poisonous fang unknown to him. These fangs and his master's straight index finger pointed directly to the sky, like a silent roar of anger.
I don’t know if it was because of the questioning attitude that angered him, but the second thunder tribulation was even more violent than the first one.
Zhen Shuangliu smiled coldly.
The skin between his eyebrows cracked slightly, and a red blood bead and a colorful little snake emerged from under his skin. The color of the little snake was constantly changing, like a flowing rainbow.
Only a dark mark on the snake's head remained motionless, like a crown.
Thunders rang out one after another, and each bolt was as thick as a bucket, as if it was a rage from heaven questioning him.
Amidst this dense, breathless thunderstorm, Zhen Shuangliu's face gradually paled, a faint streak of red blood oozing from the corners of his lips, and his appearance became increasingly utterly disfigured. Yet, even so, with each lightning strike, the nine giant snakes forming his seat would arch slightly, as if to announce that his silent confrontation with the heavens continued.
After eighty thunder tribulations, the chair woven by the nine giant snakes had risen as high as a mountain, like a supreme throne.
The eighty-first heavenly thunderbolt was pale gold in color, completely different from the many mysterious thunderbolts that came before it, but it was the most difficult inner demon tribulation among all thunder tribulations.
After seeing the golden color gradually taking shape in the clouds, Zhen Shuangliu laughed mockingly with his head raised!
Pure golden thunder fell on the head. If the calamity of the inner demon became difficult to deal with, there were many cultivators who fought with it for decades, and eventually exhausted their energy and died on the spot.
However, this thunder seemed to have only given a layer of golden light to the Pillow Frost Flow that was glaring towards the sky.
Bathed in the lightning that was enough to terrify all cultivators in the world of cultivation, Zhen Shuangliu sternly rebuked, "What? You can't do anything to me? Then I have a question for fate!"
"What guilt have Cangjiang and Jiujiang committed—"
"What crime did the man commit that he should die in vain?"
Above the blue sea, echoes drifted out, but there were only questions, no answers.
The eighty-first thunder tribulation came to an end, and the dark clouds in the sky slowly dissipated.
However, the throne formed by nine snakes and the stairs woven by ten thousand snakes still stand between heaven and earth.
The last echo of that shout still lingered.
—What crime did the man of great ability commit that he should die in vain? What crime did the man of great ability commit that he should die in vain?
Zhen Shuangliu's arm, which had been pointing at Chang Tian, finally collapsed, as if exhausted. The spirit snake between his eyebrows had somehow retracted back into his flesh, and the blood that had been flowing upwards, no longer struggling to be suppressed, was finally spurted out, splattering the corners of his snow-white robe.
What about the split spirit, what about the great success? Even if one has the ability to change the world, and can make the sky collapse and the earth split with a glance, he is still helpless against the separation between life and death.
"Cangjiang..."
"Jiujiang..."
The author has something to say: Next volume tomorrow~
As for the Du family and Li Renxing, they were just a drop in the bucket. The next volume will describe how they were killed.
A little off-topic aside...
At the end of the third page of today's favorites, I anticipate the next flop_(:3∠)_ However, the author is used to it, so let's continue as usual. With the little cutie who followed me from the previous articles and the new little sun who joined the pit, let's retire quietly together~
This is expected to be a million-word long story. I know there will definitely be some angels who are nurturing it, but I still hope that the angels who are not nurturing it will leave comments for the author from time to time. We can chat and give me some encouragement, so that I can make reasonable adjustments to the subsequent plot. The author really reads every comment repeatedly, but the JJ system itself is slow. It takes almost an hour to reply to more than 20 comments_(:3∠)_, so sometimes I may reply selectively, but I do read every one of them.
Although the author foresees a bleak future, he still hopes to receive the love of the little angels qaq
In a world without subscriptions, your love is my motivation to keep writing the next million words_(:3∠)_
Here is the list of mine thanks:
Thanks to vivi's deepwater torpedo x1. Every time a new article is uploaded to v, I can receive gn's deepwater. It is really touching. qaq, drag it over and kiss (づ￣ 3￣)づ
Thanks to Hengyu for the grenade x3
Thanks for the fried egg grenade x1
Thanks to Yan Gexing for the mines x5
Thanks to Chang Xinlan for the mines x2
Thanks to carn for the mines x2
Thanks for the free mine x1
Thanks to the mine x1 I don't know anything ╭(╯^
Thanks to the mine x1
Thanks to Yanyu, a fat military otaku for the mine x1
Thanks to disallowance for the mine x1
Thanks to Xiaodori for the mine x1
Thanks to Brown Miss for the mine x1
Thanks to the boring guy for the mine x1
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