Volume 1 Chapter 40 Thunder Test

Chapter 40 Thunder Test

Zhang Pa was confused and didn't know what to prepare. At this moment, Zhen Tian Daoist drew out the sword behind him and said loudly: "My sword is called Tianlei Sword. It is as powerful as thunder and can trigger thunder. Pay attention." After saying that, he pointed the sword diagonally into the sky. Under the urging of his mind, the bright white sword body began to flash with lightning. The blue silk-like lightning appeared more and more, swirling around the sword body, gradually merging and gathering, forming several lightning bolts as thick as index fingers. Suddenly, these lightning bolts rushed to the tip of the sword and then stabbed into the sky. The lightning bolts as thick as fingers broke away from the sword body and spread in the air. The spread range became wider and wider, reaching a limit and began to reflect back, but the lightning bolts remained there without dissipating.

At this time, Zhang Pa already knew what Master Zhen Tian was going to do. He silently recited the Jingxin Jue, watching his nose with his eyes, his mouth with his nose, and his heart with his mouth. He kept his spiritual platform and soul as one, and tried to be quiet and calm.

There were more and more lightning in the sky, but they were confined in one area. They began to intersect with each other, and the sound of sizzling was endless. After several rounds, they finally triggered the thunder. With a loud bang, a lightning bolt fell, and fell beside Zhang Pa with a thunderous roar. The real Tiandao person triggered the thunder completely by himself, and completely controlled the landing point. It can be imagined that his skills are profound.

Zhang Pa had already begun to tremble, and his whole body couldn't stop trembling. Fortunately, his cultivation had improved a lot, so he didn't run away and wail loudly like before. At this time, a lightning bolt fell, not far from him, and blasted a huge pit about three meters wide and five meters deep on the ground. At the same time, the thunderous roar sounded in his ears. At this moment, there was nothing else between heaven and earth, only the huge rumbling thunder filled his head. Zhang Pa screamed and fell down, his body shaking wildly like a malaria, and he couldn't stop for a long time.

There were many thunders in the sky and mountains. The True Heavenly Taoist triggered a dry thunder, which actually caused the clouds to rain. Then the clouds rubbed against each other, and the rain and thunder sounded. The thunder rolled, one after another, and lasted for a quarter of an hour before slowly disappearing.

During this quarter of an hour, Zhang Pa had been crawling on the ground and shaking, his face was pale, and he was foaming at the mouth, unable to control himself. The True Heavenly Taoist was always floating in the air and staring at Zhang Pa, his eyes were cold, but with some pity and some regret.

The twelve monks in the hall were also looking at Zhang Pa, some sighed in their hearts, some felt pity, and all kinds of thoughts were caused by Zhang Pa. Zhenkong suddenly spoke: "Brother, do you want to send him back?"

The True Heavenly Taoist in the air shook his head slightly and said nothing. The thunder disappeared, but the rain did not stop. It rained for half an hour before the clouds and rain stopped. At this time, Zhang Pa was like a drowned dog, or a drowned chicken. In short, he was as embarrassed as he could be, as pitiful as he could be, and his whole body was trembling. After a long pause, the trembling began to decrease.

The cold words of the True Heavenly Taoist sounded: "Can you stand up?"

Zhang Pa, who was in the muddy water, heard this and began to try to control his muscles and nerves to stop trembling, and tried to control his mind to stop being afraid; he tried to control his hands and feet to support his body.

The voice of the True Heavenly Taoist sounded again: "No desire means strength, no worry means strength, tell me, what are you worried about, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that your father will be bitten to death by a wild beast again? Are you afraid that your mother will be struck to death by lightning again? Are you afraid that you will be bullied again? Tell me, tell me loudly what are you afraid of?! People can only die once, and your parents will not be hurt again. If you are afraid of being bullied, then you must work hard to cultivate so that others dare not bully you again, but be afraid of you! In the world, what else is there to be afraid of besides yourself? You can't even remember what your parents look like, why are you afraid? Those who bullied you before can't beat you now, what are you afraid of?"

The words of the True Heavenly Taoist were as cold as arrows, piercing Zhang Pa's heart and lungs one after another. Zhang Pa had a strange thought in his mind, which emerged again and again, telling himself that it was saying, saying... Dad and Mom are not dead? They are not dead? Zhang Pa finally knew what he was afraid of. Subconsciously, he never thought of himself as an orphan. He thought his parents were still there, just living in a place he didn't know. Tears flowed out and dripped directly into the muddy water. He couldn't tell which was tears and which was rain.

"Can you stand up?" The words of the True Heavenly Taoist were still cold.

Zhang Pa told himself, I can! He supported himself with his hands, propped up his upper body, tried to move his legs, let his feet step on the ground, then raised his upper body, and finally stood up with a hunched back, his body shaking slightly.

"Stand up straight and listen to me!" The True Heavenly Taoist was like a demon, torturing Zhang Pa non-stop.

Zhang Pa silently recited the Meditation Sutra, one, two, three times, and finally stabilized his mind, stood up straight, and although he still looked thin, his eyes were full of determination.

Zhen Tiandao put away the Tianlei Sword, landed on the ground, walked up to Zhang Pa and said, "I want to ask for your opinion now. This is the main purpose of calling you here today."

Zhang Pa did not speak, Zhen Tiandao Ren Quan thought he heard and continued: "There is a skill in Tianlei Mountain called Tianlei Que. It requires twelve people to perform the spell together. Its main function is to identify the soul, and then control the opponent by controlling the soul to achieve the purpose of annihilation. Tianlei Que is very powerful and requires twelve Jindan stage masters to work together to perform it. It can control the soul, so it can distinguish the truth from lies and search for intelligence. At the same time, it also has a function, which can separate the soul and strip the memory inside at will. It can strip away all the worries, fears and fears in your memory, so that you will no longer be afraid; however, anyone who has gone through Tianlei Que's soul search will have their soul damaged. The degree of damage may be very light or very serious. No one can guarantee it, but no matter how serious the damage is, it will affect future cultivation. This is what I want to ask for your opinion." Zhang Pa understood that if he was always timid and afraid of things, what would be the use of cultivating to the Nascent Soul stage? It would be of no help to the sect. Tianlei Taoist Temple is a sect of immortal cultivation. It has experienced countless battles for thousands of years to stand up to this day. What it needs is a combat elite who can contribute at any time and is not afraid of death, not a coward who is afraid of everything.

In comparison, a foundation-building disciple who is not afraid of death even though his soul is damaged is much more useful than a Yuanying master who is afraid of everything. I am at the top of the foundation-building stage and can become a disciple and enter the mountain gate. But the Tianlei Taoist Temple is very strict in accepting disciples and does not need trash! That's why the uncles came to ask me for my opinion, asking me whether I want to enter the mountain gate or continue to be a coward.

Zhen Tiandao said again: "It is easy to erase a person's memory, but it is extremely difficult to split and peel it off. If the master has a heaven-defying treasure mirror, one person can use it, so that you can easily get rid of all your troubles and start a new life; the reason why we are so loud and gather twelve people to cast spells for you is because you are a talent that can be cultivated."

Is he a talent that can be cultivated? A talent that can be cultivated with a damaged soul? Zhang Pa smiled bitterly. If he accepts Tianlei's spell, he will no longer be afraid and be a normal person in the future, but, but, the soul will have problems again, and it will be difficult to improve his cultivation! In the past, he never cared about his own cultivation, but at this moment, facing the choice, he was reluctant to give up!

Zhenkong said softly: "Hongwu, don't be afraid, we can cast the spell quickly, it won't hurt, you just need to sleep and you will become a real man who is not afraid of anything."

A real man? Not afraid of anything? Just thinking about it makes my heart surge and think about it leisurely, what kind of courage is that!

Zhentian Taoist asked: "Have you thought about it?"

Zhang Pa bowed his head and said: "Disciple has thought about it." Thirteen people in the hall and twenty-six eyes stared at Zhang Pa together. Zhang Pa took a long breath and answered firmly: "Disciple intends to concentrate on cultivation, and the matter of becoming a disciple will be postponed for a while. After the disciple has mastered the divine song and corrected his timidity, I will ask the uncle to accept the disciple into the mountain wall. I wonder if the uncle will agree?" The voice was soft, but full of determination.

Zhentian looked calm, staring at Zhang Pa, as if thinking about something. The twelve monks in the hall shook their heads and sighed when they heard that Zhang Pa was actually practicing the Divine Refining Song, which no one had practiced for more than a thousand years and was the strangest technique in Tianlei Mountain. If nothing unexpected happened, this would be the end of his life. Unless he was a natural talent, he could make some progress in his cultivation. The last person who practiced the Divine Refining Song technique was the legendary disciple Feng Dao Ren two hundred years ago. He practiced hard for thirty years, and finally went crazy and fell into the cliff valley in the back mountain. His whereabouts and life and death are still unknown. According to the disciples, they had seen him in the back mountain and hoped that he was still alive.

However, they also admired Zhang Pa's persistence and determination, and had some expectations. What if he really succeeded? Zhenkong Dao Ren asked Zhentian softly: "Brother, what do you think?"