Chapter 1521 Heavenly Punishment!

Late at night a year later, when the carving knife in Xiaobao's hand was cutting off the wood carving of the ninth seal, a faint light appeared on the wood carving, and it was truly half completed.

Almost at the moment when the wood carving was halfway completed, thunder suddenly rolled in the sky outside. This thunder echoed throughout the first continent, as if some kind of will was roaring, and even the sky was rolling, as if it had formed an eye. When staring at the earth, it seems that I am searching, but in the end I find nothing and can only slowly dissipate.

Almost at the moment when the clouds were rolling, in the city, in a house not too far away from Xiaobao's place, Meng Hao raised his head and looked coldly at the sky.

At this moment, Xiaobao didn't know why, but he vaguely felt as if someone was looking at him in the sky, and he raised his head, but he didn't look at anything.

That night, when the clouds in the sky stopped rolling, it started to rain.

The rain was falling not just in this city, but... it was raining in the entire First Continent.

In the beginning, no one cared about the natural change of rain, and even mortals ignored it, let alone monks. But it rained for seven days in a row!

It rained heavily all the time, and even when ditches began to form in some low-lying places, it seemed to be a disaster. This disaster finally made the mortal dynasty become nervous, and they took some measures to divert the water into the rivers and seas.

Seven days is not the end, but after a brief period of sunshine, the thunder roars and the rain falls again. It is boundless and seems to have no time limit. The second seven days, the third seven days, the fourth seven days...

This rain has been falling for a month, two months, three months...

It is unimaginable that if the gentle rain on weekdays continues for several months, the whole earth will be filled with water waves, and the whole world will feel wet.

It was already a disaster, and the monks from the First Continent took action, trying to change the world. Let the rain stop, but in the end, even if the Supreme takes action, it cannot stop the rain.

What they can do is bring the rain from this earth. Open a canal and flow into the sea.

But this is not a long-term solution, the rain is still there, and any monk who tries to change all this will be there soon. During his practice, he became obsessed with evil spirits and died suddenly and tragically.

It was as if he had violated God's will and was punished by God to die.

The ordinary world is about to become a land of chaos, and the same is true for the city where Xiaobao is located. The city walls are like mud, and many places have collapsed. The same is true for many houses. People can only repair and strengthen them in the rain.

Even in every house, rainwater cannot stop flowing in. While flooding the ground, it also caused plagues and various diseases caused by moisture.

Only Xiaobao's house rarely receives rainwater. Even in this rainy day, the house remains dry. Xiaobao doesn't know the reason, and neither does his daughter.

Only his wife understood that because she cast the spell secretly, she could not protect others, but she could protect her own home.

"This rain. When will it stop..." Xiaobao sighed. In this day of heavy rain, the shop's business has not been open for a long time, even if there is still food left at home. But if the rain keeps going like this, no matter how much margin there is, it won't be enough.

In silence, Xiaobao sat there, picked up the wood carving, and continued carving. As the knives fell, the rain continued.

Gradually, more and more monks were dispatched, setting up formations one after another on the land, and digging canals one after another, but they could only alleviate the problem, but could not eradicate it.

In this way, time passed, and three years passed in a flash.

For three years, the rain... has never stopped. Countless people have moved, countless villages have been submerged, many plains have disappeared, and the city where Xiaobao is located has become a vast ocean.

Their family also had to move, walking with the refugees towards higher ground. On the way, Xiaobao's parents fell ill.

They were old and unwell. This disease almost caused them to die, but in the end they miraculously improved. Xiaobao, who was so happy and excited, did not see his wife's slightly pale face.

The rain was getting heavier, and people died every day. Only Xiaobao's family maintained their energy during this migration, and Xiaobao's wood carvings did not stop. He found some time to carve every day.

Until this migration took place for a year, on a high mountain, when the number of refugees was getting smaller and smaller, the rain slowly stopped. The moment the rain stopped, while everyone was cheering from the bottom of their hearts, a cold wind blew. Come, taking away everyone's warmth, making their cheering expressions turn pale in the blink of an eye.

The rain stopped, but it started to snow.

The entire First Continent, in an instant, the temperature plummeted!

The moment the snowflakes fell, Xiaobao's body trembled. He felt the snow on his face. He couldn't see his surroundings, but he could hear the breathing of the people around him.

Those breaths were filled with depression, the breath of death, and even more despair...

It seemed that one moment it was damp, but the next moment, it became cold. Such weather changes would cause disasters that were far more severe than rain.

Snow falls on the ground and the temperature drops, causing the ground to freeze. The harsh climate is a disaster that even the canal cannot solve.

More monks chose to interfere with the sky, but in the end, anyone who took action would die suddenly. Until an Eight-Source Supreme was directly blown by the cold wind in the sky after taking action, and his soul collapsed due to freezing and died. No one dared to take action again.

The entire First Sect also had to choose to migrate during the disaster of first rain and then snowflakes. They could calculate that this disaster was God's intention to destroy the First Continent.

Unable to stop, unable to resist, even the old master shook his head in bitterness, he had already realized that for the First Continent, the disaster had not yet reached its peak.

The First Sect left.

That night, Xiaobao's wife Yan'er, watching the snow drifting from the sky, also knew that the First Sect had left. She gritted her teeth and wanted to take Xiaobao and her daughter away from the First Continent, but almost at the moment she cast the spell, the entire First Continent, suddenly, the power of heaven and earth, disappeared in an instant.

All the spiritual energy, all the vast power, in an instant, seemed to be covered, blocked, and completely disappeared, as if all were taken away.

The sudden disappearance of the power of heaven and earth caused a reaction from all the cultivators who were still in the First Continent. They all changed their faces, and a majestic pressure came down on them. While pressing on them, they squeezed out the power of their cultivation that they had cultivated for many years and belonged to themselves, without any resistance or struggle, and scattered between heaven and earth, and they... at this moment, as if they were knocked down to the mortal world and became... mortals!

It was as if a huge cover was covering the First Continent at this moment, making it impossible for people inside to go out, and people outside dared not come in.

Because as long as they stepped into the First Continent, the cultivators would immediately become mortals.

This incident caused a sensation in the entire Cangmang Sect. All the Nine Source Supremes were dispatched and wandered outside the First Continent. Looking at the First Continent, they were shocked and trembling from the bottom of their hearts.

"Heaven's Wrath!" The old master murmured, raised his head, looked at the sky, and looked at the Luotian starry sky. With his current cultivation, he had already realized that the reason why the First Continent was like this was because the entire starry sky seemed to have a strong malice towards this place.

At the same time, there were too many cultivators who were good at prophecy and began to deduce. This kind of deduction often had a strong backlash, but these people's backlash was just a mouthful of blood to get the answer they wanted.

"Heavenly punishment!"

"Heavenly wrath!"

"Something that makes Cangmang angry has appeared on this first continent!"

"On the first continent, a force is being born, and this force will be the enemy of the entire Luotian starry sky!"

"This force must be isolated, and all crises must be blocked, otherwise, this force born from the first continent will subvert the entire Luotian starry sky!"

After more and more such prophecies, the first continent was completely sealed off.

And on this first continent, the monks who have now lost their cultivation are trembling in despair under the falling snowflakes. Yan'er laughed miserably, but there is no way to change.

Xiaobao doesn't know the changes in his wife, but he can feel the approach of death. This world has changed, becoming strange, full of anger, and murderous.

As more and more people die, there are also riots. The more disasters there are, the more nutrients there are for the evil in human nature to grow.

As the entire continent fell, as snowflakes fell, and as the temperature dropped, more and more people became corpses. Some of the remaining people were alone outside, looking for ways to hide and survive.

But more of them formed one force after another, lived in caves, and barely survived.

The scarcity of food made survival more and more difficult. Often, a little food could make countless women do everything, and it could also make many people kill people with red eyes. Even in many places, stories of cannibalism have begun to circulate.

And beautiful women, in this era, are often sad. Xiaobao's wife, after losing all her cultivation, took out a sharp blade and cut her face, which was ugly.

That night, Xiaobao hugged his wife and daughter, and the family cried silently with tears. (To be continued.)

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