One hundred and eight thunders shaking the sky and the earth, causing the entire cultivation world to focus on Yudao and the Shuiyun Mansion behind him.

You should know that only the Mahayana period can bring down ninety-eighty-one great heavenly tribulations, and no one in the world of cultivation has reached this Mahayana period in the past ten thousand years, not to mention that there are 108 ways on the Jade Island. All the great powers in the world of cultivation have never heard of. In addition, they have read through the sutras and classics, but they have found nothing.

In the end, they all decided that it must be a young disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage in Shuiyun Mansion, who was an unparalleled genius who had encountered a peerless opportunity in the trial area, so that such an anomaly would occur.

The trial on Yudao was forcibly stopped. Rong Fenglei, the head of Shuiyun Mansion, and the elders of the big and small peaks inside the sect, arrived together, making plans to welcome the future Shuiyun Mansion's facade, as if he could already see the magnificent image of the guests coming and going after the revitalization of the Immortal Sect.

The head of the sect, Rong Fenglei, was even ready to take over the Xuanguang Immortal Sect and replace it. He stroked his long beards on his cheeks and landed on the Yunzhou, and then teleported to the entrance of the cave first.

After experiencing hundreds of thunders, this cave has become a ruin. In the dark black, Rong Fenglei used his spiritual power to detect Yan Hexuan's existence.

But what disappointed everyone was that although this "coke" was not killed by the heavenly tribulation, the demonic energy was everywhere in the body, and the heavenly thunder that was rare in the previous life seemed to be explained in an instant.

There is no great opportunity or great fortune. It’s just that the road is narrow, and I secretly tried to enter the Tao with demons. Now the purple palace has turned into ashes, and the spiritual roots are attached to the soul and survive. If no one treats the soul and is exhausted, it is only a matter of time to destroy both the soul and the soul.

However, after investigation, I found that this son had five spiritual roots and all of them were heavenly spiritual roots. The peak masters who came together did not know that their disciples had ever received such a disciple. However, this son's cultivation has been dispersed by his cultivation, and even the spiritual roots that are against heaven are meaningless.

For a moment, they sighed. It was a pity for such a talented disciple.

However, if he was let to die like this, it would be difficult to explain to other immortal sects the 108 heavenly thunders, so everyone had to bring Yan Hexuan, who had already been carbonized, back to Shuiyun Mansion with disappointment.

Before Yan Hexuan could awaken, many of the crimes he committed were revealed first.

The elite disciples responsible for taking back the trial disciples of Yudao soon discovered that dozens of disciples who went to the trial were missing on Yudao, and even the youngest son who was the favorite of Master Rong was among them.

Just at this moment, the Lord of Danyang Peak came to ask for a meeting with his daughter who had finally woken up.

Yang Wanrou, who looked sick, woke up shortly after hearing her father sighing many times about this trial. Yudao was missing so many disciples, but she was very lucky because of serious injury. Even if she was unable to improve her cultivation, it would be better to save her life than anything else.

Yang Wanrou immediately asked about what happened in Yudao. Combined with all the experiences, she repeatedly thought about and decided to report to the leader that despicable villain Yan Hexuan. However, since no one knew the existence of her life-saving benefactor, she naturally wanted to remove the other party clean.

Yang Wanrou leaned into the arms of the Lord of Danyang Peak, coughing and panting, talking about her experience: "I went to the island with Yan Hexuan, so he would go with Rong Haotian, who had been so tired of before. At first, he was very puzzled..."

"When I woke up, Yan Hexuan told me that Rong Haotian and others were dragged into the cave by the crazy red thunder spider, and the location was just southeast of Yudao..."

"He didn't kill me just to use my hands to remove the divine pill, but I shouldn't have been secretly fainting for several days. When I woke up, the guy had disappeared with the divine pill. Fortunately, although my spiritual veins and purple palaces were damaged, I brought a lot of pills that my father had refined for me, so I saved my life and barely activated the beacon stick."

"If I'm right, it's Yan Hexuan who swallowed the Hundred Transformation Divine Pill, but his heart rotten, his lungs will inevitably cause a secret heart demon, which will attract 108 heavenly thunders to kill this unrighteous person when he breaks the realm!"

Everyone in Shuiyun Mansion was shocked, but the content Yang Wanrou said was too bizarre. She said that the hundreds of transformation divine pill refined by the Secret Jade Immortal Lord was unheard of in the cultivation world. Moreover, Yudao has been searched by many people for thousands of years. How could such a divine pill be left until now?

What's more, according to what she said, the dozens of disciples who disappeared on Jade Island... all died in the hands of Yan Hexuan, who was also in the foundation-building stage? In addition, Yang Wanrou forcedly removed the existence of Yuan Feixing and Qi Hechuan. If you carefully consider these words, there were many loopholes, Yang Wanrou immediately swears to the elders in the sect in the name of Heavenly Dao.

If you dare to make a vow to heaven, you will not dare to remain false. Otherwise, when the realm is improved, you will be killed by the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.

But Yang Wanrou was completely afraid of this matter. Her body knew the best, and she could no longer make any progress. After spending more than 200 years of the foundation-building period, she would return to heaven. No matter what kind of heavenly tribulation, it was not important for Yan Hexuan to pay blood debts and blood.

When Rong Fenglei heard this, he was shocked and immediately sent someone to find the Red Thunder Spider Cave. Rong Haotian and his men had already been eaten by the little spiders, but the remaining broken silk fragments and the many treasures they carried became definite evidence.

Just as Yang Wanrou was in sight of victory, the elders and powerful people from other immortal sects gathered in Shuiyun Mansion to seek the reasons for the 108 heavenly thunders. Rong Fenglei was determined to avenge his son, but he had to temporarily suppress his murderous intention.

Yan Hexuan was in such a situation when he woke up, and everyone around him hated him to the core. After all, the dozens of dead monks were core disciples from each peak of Shuiyun Mansion. They were either respected by their masters or loved by their fellow brothers, and several were also relatives of the peak masters.

With Yang Wanrou's poisonous oath in front of him, no one believed him no matter how he defended himself. Moreover, his cultivation level has been dispersed now. Not to mention the Juntian Seal, he is already a completely useless person in terms of magic, and his existence has no value to Shuiyun Mansion.

Moreover, the one who was responsible for treating him was the disciple of Danyang Sect who hated him deeply. He used the Dan Pill to barely hold his life, and just waited for the other immortal elders to leave, and he would immediately finish him.

At the end of his life, he had no choice but to tell him about his life experience.

It just so happened that Yan Tongguang was also in Shuiyun Mansion. After learning the news, he first investigated it. He learned that his cheap son was actually a five-day spiritual root that never met in a thousand years. He had the evil intention of recasting the purple mansion for him in his previous life to seize the body. It took a lot of effort to bring the person back to Xuanguang Immortal Sect.

Yuan Feixing used to rely on his Nascent Soul body to squander his spiritual power and cultivate his strength in a random way. Under the power of the Juntian Seal, all the serious diseases emerged.

Although Qi Hechuan helped him seal his heart meridians in time and took a lot of nourishing elixirs, he still slept in bed for more than a month, and there was no sign of waking up.

Qi Hechuan was anxious but had no choice but to do anything. Every day, based on all the memories he got from Yan Hexuan, he secretly told Xianshan that he had collected all the opportunities and luck that the Heavenly Way had prepared for him.

Most of them were immortal birds and magical animals. The immortal beasts bleed and refined tonics. The spiritual pills chewed them into pieces and then fed them to him. After Yuan Feixing swallowed them slowly, he used spiritual energy as a guide to flow through the meridians and followed the flow of the primordial spirit and cultivated the purple palace to warm and nourish the purple palace.

After listening to the system's explanation and replay, Yuan Feixing said: [I understand the truth, but...]

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw... it was not enough to see him and Qi Hechuan tightly hugging each other.

The jaw was pressed, the cheeks were pinched open by the warm palms, and the bitter and hard-to-swallowed medicine residue in his mouth was being stuffed into his mouth by the other party.

Yuan Feixing: [But at least wear a piece of clothing!]

System: [This is what you think is dirty. Qi Hechuan just helps you absorb the medicinal properties in the future. The rare good disciple in this world was actually transformed into this by you. The world is in decline and people's hearts are not as good as ever.]

Yuan Feixing felt the warmth coming from his side. He was so excited that he could hear the nonsense of the system, but he didn't dare to stop talking to the system, for fear that his "heart arrhythmia" would be "listened" by the other party if he lost the system's cover.

In the end, I really fell to the point of being unable to swallow the medicine. When I thought that he was unconscious these days, he was relying on these things to prosper his life, which made Qi Hechuan suffer such medicine for him.

Yuan Feixing couldn't help but push, and Qi Hechuan realized that the person in his arms had woken up. He wanted to ask how he felt in his body, so he immediately pushed all the pills he had slowly taken to pour out the empty space.

Yuan Feixing almost died of anger, and tilted his head and wanted to vomit. As a result, his good disciple pressed his shoulder with his elbow, covered his mouth and nose with a big palm, and persuaded in a deep voice: "Master, this is the Zixiao Great Return Pill. The disciple has added Feiluan blood to refine it for many days, so you must eat it."

"Woooo!" He doesn't even eat shit! Let him die! It's fishy, ​​smelly, bitter and hard to swallow!

Yuan Feixing's tears were about to fall from his eyes. He knocked his arms with red eyes. Seeing that he was loose, he simply put down his face completely. Tears flowed down the red eyes. Qi Hechuan felt so excited that he let go.

Before Yuan Feixing could breathe a sigh of relief, his jaw was once again trapped, and all the bitter and fishy medicine residues were swept away by the other party.

After going through this, the greasy and slippery feeling made him look embarrassed. When he got a gap, he immediately raised his soft arms and pushed him away.

He tried his best to move two inches back and breathed fresh air hard against the plain white curtain. Although the residue of medicine was gone, there was still a smell of nausea in his mouth.

Yuan Feixing retching a few times, and his red peach blossom eyes glanced at Qi Hechuan beside him. He was originally to relieve his dissatisfaction, but his eyes, which were rarely angry and shiny, were completely different from his usual cold appearance.

Seeing Qi Hechuan felt a fever, and he didn't realize that the elixir in his mouth was unbearable. After swallowing it quickly, he also looked at the wet peach blossom eyes and licked his lips.

Yuan Feixing felt that it was not right, but he was eager to solve the residual smell and didn't think much about it. He didn't speak for many days and his voice was hoarse and weak, "Hechuan, can there be fruit brew?"

Qi Hechuan immediately helped him get a cup of morning dew from the air, held his shoulder and sent it to his lips, and slowly fed him, "My master's illness has not been cured, and the fruit brew has been put away by his disciple."

Yuan Feixing heard this and drank water while placing him with his eyes full of words: The stinky apprentice is about to make a fuss!

Qi Hechuan curled his lips with a faint smile, put the porcelain bowl aside, and then took a silk palette to help him dry the corners of his lips, and said lightly: "If the master has rested, my disciple will wait for you to go to the soup spring to regulate your breathing and nourish your energy."

Yuan Feixing's body was as mushed as paper, and there was no autonomy. After Qi Hechuan asked, he picked up the person up straight. For some reason, he didn't make any gestures, but instead walked slowly towards the back mountain step by step.
Chapter completed!