Volume 2: The Great Tribulation of the Lich Chapter 237: Little Twelve's Trial
Among the moons, under the laurel tree.
Mingyu sat in front of the stone table, fiddling with the tea set.
With a wave of his hand, the moonlight gathers into water, and with a curved finger, the yin and yang become fire. The vitality of all things condenses into a small cauldron. The water gathers into the cauldron, and the fire burns under the cauldron. The water boils and white clouds float, and the jade enters the cup. Where the clouds and mist rise and fall, there is a hint of green.
Mingyu leisurely brewed tea and savored it carefully. Time seemed to stand still and space and time seemed to freeze.
As the saying goes: living changes your spirit, and nourishment changes your body.
The Taiyin world is very quiet and is a holy place for enlightenment.
When all sounds are quiet, people can be calm. If people’s minds are calm, it is easy for them to enter the state of Tao.
Mingyu came here not to practice any magic or techniques, but only to gain enlightenment. What he gained enlightenment about was Taiyin, what he gained enlightenment about Shaoyin, what he gained enlightenment about was time, and what he gained enlightenment about tranquility.
“Da…da…da…”
The footsteps were very light. A round white ball, tiptoed and twisted its little butt, quietly walked into Guanghan Palace. In order to prevent the little bell from exposing itself, December's two long ears drooped down and covered it tightly.
The little fellow took a few steps and then quietly looked back at Mingyu. Seeing that Mingyu didn't react, he jumped twice quickly and turned his head hastily to look twice. Mingyu could clearly feel his tiptoeing even without opening her eyes.
"Use your magical powers and run faster!"
Mingyu's sudden shout scared December so much that his heart trembled and his whole body tensed up. Then, without any time to think, he activated his magic power, sacrificed the little bell, and time passed quickly, and his speed increased extremely fast!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~
A divine arrow shot from the void. December was fast, but the divine arrow was even faster and arrived in a flash!
"when!"
The little rabbit's ears trembled, and the little bell turned into a time clock, which hummed and blocked the first arrow, but the second and third arrows were shattered by the sound waves.
"Hmph, the same trick again. Little Twelve is not afraid anymore!" December snorted proudly, then accelerated forward.
But as she ran, she realized something was wrong. Why was she still so far away from Guanghan Palace?
"So close yet so far away?"
Emperor Twelve Moon's eyes flickered, attracting a piece of moonlight, and then his figure merged into the moonlight, traveling through time. With a jump and a leap, the endless horizon seemed within reach.
call!
The spring breeze suddenly blew, and a lotus flower about a foot in size bloomed to its fullest. The gorgeous flowers burned in the morning light. Under the faint and cold moonlight, the lotus looked even more charming.
The beauty of the flower disappears in a flash and turns into ashes.
The little rabbit's alarm bells rang, "Oh no!"
She recited a spell in an instant.
"The moon is bright and shining, its path is great. I now pray to sweep away all the bad luck. The moon god star protects me. The three souls are stable, and the seven spirits are not hurt. The five internal organs are as solid as a rock. The inner scene of the Huangting is safe and sound..."
Mingyu was secretly surprised.
"This little fellow is incredibly talented in spells. It hasn't been long since he mastered another protective spell. He even modified the spell himself and used the power of the moon. He can almost be considered to have created a new one."
"It seems that after this, I have to find Senior Zhen Yuanzi and ask him to take out some real stuff." Mingyu stroked his chin, calculating the real spells, great spells, and supreme spells that Zhen Yuanzi had kept in his bottom box.
In terms of spells, the strongest person Mingyu had ever met was Zhen Yuanzi. On the Jade Mountain in West Kunlun, he cursed the mighty beings of heaven and earth to death. When he was surrounded by the ancient witches, his precise three thousand great spells almost eliminated Hou Tu.
During the time when Mingyu was distracted, Emperor Shieryue had already broken the weakened version of the Moment of Fragrance, and also gnawed the Dao Tree that suppressed the void.
"Hehe!" The rabbit opened its mouth wide, its two big front teeth were so white and tender. Its life essence could not be digested, and most of it ran out.
whoosh!
Two divine arrows were shot at him, and December, like a rabbit, rolled over and avoided them perfectly.
Ding ding~~
The small bell rang softly, shaking off several yin and yang sword energies.
"Uncle is so bad!" The little white rabbit sensed a magic circle in the void, and its long eyelashes trembled.
The little fellow stepped on the ground and moved left and right, using the power of time to the extreme and narrowly escaped from the formation.
Although he was saved, he still suffered a lot. His little butt was beaten red, and his long eyelashes were cut short by the sword.
"Damn it, bad guy! Uncle is a bad guy!" December covered her little butt, feeling ashamed and angry.
“Ding Ding!!”
Little Bell blocked two more divine arrows.
Emperor Twelve Moon rushed forward.
“Haha!”
Just as she was about to approach Guanghan Palace, a dark yellow light flashed, and four burly men blocked the door. Their every move was powerful enough to shake the heavens and the earth.
"Yellow Turban Warrior?" Emperor December was dumbfounded.
Uncle, you have to be so heroic that you actually use the Xuanhuang Merit to summon the Yellow Turban Warrior!
The Yellow Turban strongman was created by heaven. He has infinite strength, obeys the call, works hard without complaint, and leaves immediately when the time is up.
He can be called the ultimate tool man, and many gods like the Yellow Turban Warrior.
The ancient monks can use innate spiritual treasures or special magical powers to summon the Yellow Turban Warriors, but summoning them requires merit.
The more merit you give, the stronger the Yellow Turban Warrior will be. Similarly, the longer the Yellow Turban Warrior exists, the more merit he will consume.
According to Mingyu's guess, this yellow-turbaned warrior is also an effective form of Heaven's way of recovering Xuanhuang's merits.
"Hehe!" When the little guy was stunned, the Eastern Yellow Turban strongman punched him with an invincible force. His fist alone was bigger than the little rabbit.
"Don't even think about bullying Little Twelve. Little Twelve is very powerful!" The little rabbit dodged the punch in the moonlight, muttering to himself as if to cheer himself up.
Huhu!!
Although the Yellow Turban warriors are big in size, their punching speed is not slow at all. The four warriors attack in all directions with eight punches, making the little white rabbit exhausted.
She tried to take two punches head-on and was almost knocked away.
“Boom~~”
The Yellow Turban Warrior took a step forward, and his huge body as big as a mountain shook the ground. The four Yellow Turban Warriors from all four directions joined forces to seal time and space, making the little rabbit's space for movement smaller and smaller.
“Ding ding…”
when!
A white light flashed, and the small bell suddenly turned into an ancient large bell, on which appeared one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred mysterious demonic characters, each word was a truth, each word was a principle!
Only two words were shining brightly, while the rest were dim.
"Suppress!" "Kill!"
Apart from the words "time", this is the most insightful demon text that Emperor Twelve Moon has comprehended in the past seven thousand years.
She seized the opportunity and blasted the bell at the big guy in the east, then turned around and kicked the Yellow Turban strongman on the nose, stomped on him several times, and then retreated at a high speed.
The big guy was kicked by Emperor Shieryue's "rabbit-kick" and his nose was bleeding. The dark yellow air rushed out of his nasal cavity wildly.
The powerful force made the Yellow Turban strongman howl, and then he had to cover his nose and retreat repeatedly.
"I'll let you bully me, I'll let you bully me, I'll let you bully me!" Little Twelve muttered to himself, and followed suit, seizing the opportunity to kick the other three strong men in the nose.
Mingyu looked at the little guy's ferocity and couldn't help but touch his nose.
