Chapter 139: Intuition

I stopped, or rather, the Taoist boy stopped, and just looked at Lin Xiaohua.

Lin Xiaohua didn’t even look at me. She just looked down at the stone in her hand. The wind blew her hair around…

The stone was so important, but Lin Xiaohua picked it up and the god looked very calm. I had a feeling of confusion. Some heavenly tribulations are trials, but some are endless. The god obviously belonged to the second type of heavenly tribulation. Could he possibly escape under this heavenly tribulation?

“Boom!” Another bolt of lightning fell, still the same thin, seemingly powerless bolt of lightning, falling once again on the god.

At this moment, the god was completely imprisoned, or there was no way to escape. Once the heavenly tribulation came, even if you hid to the ends of the earth, it would be the same. The god who had lost the river of destiny could only use his soul power to block this heavenly tribulation.

The soul power that the god supported was tinged with a faint purple color, which further proved that he was from Kunlun, and his own soul power was also extremely powerful. If we follow Jenny’s logic, his power should also be close to that of a top-level cultivator, but compared to the Kunlun soul itself, is this power too weak?

“Hmm, a thunderstorm that specifically targets the soul.” Compared to my various complex thoughts, the thoughts of the other “me” were much simpler, and I even analyzed the thunderstorm.

I also believe that this is a thunderstorm that specifically targets the soul, because when the two bolts of lightning fell, the physical body of the god was not damaged at all, only leaving some scorched marks.

This kind of lightning seems to be weak, but in fact, after the second lightning strike, the soul power of the god, which seemed relatively strong, was actually consumed by more than half.

At this point, the expression on God’s face became slightly frightened.

The number of the heavenly tribulations is usually three, six, or nine. Each time the base number increases, the power will be much greater… and each time it increases, there will be a small gap in time, but at other times, the heavenly tribulation will fall very quickly.

Especially for the kind of endless heavenly tribulation that the god is facing, it will repeat infinitely until the god is completely annihilated.

But nothing is absolute. If the god has the power to disperse the clouds, then this time the heavenly tribulation will pass, but the next time the heavenly tribulation will still find him.

But does God have this power? He couldn’t even withstand the second bolt of lightning in the most minor of the heavenly calamities, so he wouldn’t have this power. I was just curious about how he could see Lin Xiaohua’s calmness as she picked up the stone.

But before I could figure it out, the third heavenly tribulation struck again.

Although the expression on the god’s face was a little panicked this time, he still let out a roar, almost using all his strength to resist the thunder of this heavenly tribulation… After the thunder and lightning had dispersed, the god’s face turned pale, and his spiritual power had already dissipated. It seemed that his soul had also sustained some damage. The next thunder tribulation, which should be the number six, would increase in power exponentially. In this state, the god would not be able to resist it no matter what.

The dark clouds in the sky grew heavier, and gusts of wind blew between heaven and earth… Under the heavenly tribulation, the devastated platform became even more desolate.

However, before the next cloud of disaster formed, the gods had a little breathing space.

“Xiao Hua, help me open the Sky Pattern Stone. No one can stop you. They are all exhausted.” At this moment, the god finally spoke, his voice hoarse, but full of a strange confidence.

He was right. In the entire arena, apart from me and the god, there was no one else who could fight. Even if I had the will of a Taoist disciple in my soul, I had no power to use. What use was a mere will?

And Lin Xiaohua has always been a mystery. I can’t guess how strong she really is.

“Lin Xiaohua, don’t…” I subconsciously said these words, but they were suppressed by the will of the Taoist child. I think the mysterious nature of the Tianwen Stone is related to the reason why the gods are so calm. Now that he has said it out loud, I can’t let this happen.

We have paid such a high price, and we have worked so hard all the way. How can we fail because of Lin Xiaohua?

At this time, I was annoyed that the Taoist monk’s will prevented me, but at this time, a pair of warm hands rested on my shoulders, and a soft voice whispered in my ear, “Chengyi, you’re tired too. Take a break.”

I turned around and saw it was Grandmother Ling Qing. She looked at me with a gentle smile and said, “Chengyi, you’re tired. Go rest for a while.” She was also so relieved for Lin Xiaohua? Or was she thinking the same thing as Daotongzi?

However, before I could react, my body had already walked with Grandma Ling Qing. This was the will of Tao Tongzi that was guiding me to do so… Grandma Ling Qing took me and sat down next to the master.

Master was still in a coma, but judging from his steady breathing, he was fine. The wind was blowing fiercely, but Grandma Ling Qing just tore off a piece of cloth and carefully wiped the bloodstains off Master’s face, as if she wasn’t worried about Lin Xiaohua or the situation with the gods at all.

“Xiao Hua, hurry up, or it will be too late. At that time, no matter if it is me or Lin Furui, we will all be blown to pieces. You know that we are inseparable.” The voice of the god was unusually gentle, but there was also some urgency mixed in.

Originally, Lin Xiaohua was just quietly stroking the Tianwen Stone, not knowing what she was thinking. After hearing the words of the god, she suddenly raised her head. Her long hair flew with the wind, and I couldn’t see her expression clearly. She just said in a calm voice with a naive tone, “Okay.”

Good? What the hell is Lin Xiaohua doing? My brows unconsciously furrowed slightly, but I heard the gentle words of Grandma Ling Qing enter my ears: “Chengyi, you don’t understand women’s minds at all. This girl seems to be unable to see through, and she is used to hiding herself. In fact, her eyes have always been revealing a message.”

“What kind of message?” I really couldn’t see through this woman Lin Xiaohua. I always felt that she was acting strangely, and I couldn’t understand how she could love and hate so unpredictably.

“If it weren’t for a deep-seated hatred that supported her, I think she would already be as dead as a doornail, living as a walking corpse. Can’t you see through it?” Grandma Lingqing’s voice carried a hint of sigh.

The Taoist monk said something boring in my soul, and then he was silent. I subconsciously scratched my head. This woman who loves to drink immortals is heartless? This enchanting woman is heartless? I really can’t tell.

I’m afraid sometimes only women understand women.

But even so, I couldn’t help but ask, “What does her heart being as cold as death have to do with this matter?”

Grandma Lingqing smiled. At this time, her face was clean and dry. She picked up some rags and placed them on the ground, then put the seated master down so that he could lie comfortably, and then touched my head, as if I were a child, and said, “You don’t know how powerful a woman’s hatred is, it is even more powerful than the most powerful magic. And you don’t understand a woman’s intuition, so you should just trust Grandma Lingqing’s intuition.”

Grandma Lingqing’s gentle touch on my head made me feel extra at ease.

I realized that sometimes a strong spiritual sense is useless because it cannot see through people’s hearts, and sometimes it is not as good as a woman’s intuition.

Thinking about this, I glanced at the master. Does he understand a woman’s heart? But I found that the master had actually emitted a slight snore, and his originally furrowed brow had relaxed. I subconsciously went to hold the master’s rough big hand, just like the feeling when he held me when I was a child.

Not far away, Lin Xiaohua had solemnly placed the Tianwen Stone on the ground, kneeling before it with her back to me, doing something I couldn’t see.

My heart was at peace, but I was just thinking, after this incident, if I am still me, will I be able to really spend some peaceful years with my master?

At this time, the cold Daotongzi’s will did not disturb me… It was just quiet in my soul. As the sky’s clouds of disaster accumulated, and the next disaster was about to arrive, Lin Xiaohua suddenly let out a muffled groan and then suddenly fell to the side.

I subconsciously looked over there. At this moment, Lin Xiaohua’s face was pale, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth. Judging from the trace of blood, it should be the color of a little essence blood.

The originally gray and dim Tianwen Stone was now stained with blood, apparently because Lin Xiaohua’s essence blood had been smeared on it. I don’t know if it was because the essence blood had been soaked in it, but the lines on the entire Tianwen Stone were surprisingly extraordinary, and a surging momentum actually radiated from the stone.

The breath of time that has gone through the vicissitudes of the ages is actually no weaker than the power of the heavens when it entered this space. What is it?