Is it actually the Supreme Being who is overcoming the thunder tribulation?
An Qingli secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it would be nice if he wasn't the master.
Shangshan, who had just endured a thunderstorm, looked over and met An Qingli's gaze for a brief moment.
However, An Qingli only cared about Mu Sheng and didn't care too much. He was led by his two ancestors and walked straight into Luofeng City. He passed by Shangshan far away and went straight to Tianyun Sect.
Wu Ling glanced at An Qingli, who was hurriedly walking away, and then at Shangshan. Apart from his worries, he felt an inexplicable joy in his heart. The worried eyes of the little girl just now were all in its eyes.
Then Xiao Nizi is worried about the best thing!
What a good thing!
"Shangshan!" Wuling didn't care whether Shangshan could see it or not, and mouthed excitedly to Shangshan, "Then Xiaonizi is caring about you!"
It's not that spiritual consciousness can't transmit sounds, but the Supreme Being is going through a thunder tribulation. If Heaven mistakenly thinks that it is interfering with the tribulation, that would be troublesome.
An Qingli disappeared in the sky above Miaoyin Peak in the blink of an eye. Many young disciples below did not even see who the light and shadow was that was moving rapidly. They only saw Shangshan being hit by a lightning bolt as thick as an arm, which was extremely thrilling.
"The Supreme Lord!"
Everyone was worried and voicing their concerns, and many wished they had suffered the consequences for the Good Lord.
The thunderbolt that struck Shangshan just now was so urgent and cruel that it seemed to be full of rage, as if he wanted to kill Shangshan Zhenjun on the spot.
Countless people worry about the greater good.
Even Wu Ling and Qi Che were worried.
Shang Shan’s thunder catastrophe really made people sweat.
However, many other forces secretly felt joy in their hearts. The karma and karma on this good boy's body was too heavy, and they were afraid that he was destined to die here. He could not let Tianyun Sect take advantage of all the good things.
Miaoyin Peak has activated its peak protection formation, ready to lend a helping hand at any time.
An Qingli went to the sky above Tianyun Sect.
The calamity clouds above Tianyun Sect are thick and thick, far more terrifying and ferocious than the calamity clouds on Miaoyin Peak. However, the sect-protecting formation has not yet been activated in the sky above Tianyun Sect.
"Master, hold on a little longer." An Qingli said to the jade slip. The matter has come to this, and it is useless to blame the master for his willfulness. He can only do everything possible to survive this elixir thunder disaster.
Several spiritual treasure robes in the belly of the smelting fire have not yet been smelted. I hope Master can survive for half an hour first.
"Apprentice, master can't hold on any longer."
Mu Sheng's face was ugly, and his spiritual energy stagnated. The alchemy furnace in front of him suddenly trembled violently, and the thick furnace lid suddenly jumped up, releasing a large amount of hot white gas.
A colorful elixir soared into the sky and flew straight into the sky.
Mu Sheng quickly moved to grab it.
A dazzling bolt of lightning descended sharply.
That speed was so fast that even the cultivators of the Transformation of God were dumbfounded.
"Grandmaster!"
"Mu Sheng!"
"Master!"
There were exclamations everywhere.
The restricted Grandmaster's Hall was immediately torn apart by the thunder.
Mu Sheng, covered in charred black, holding the elixir in his hand, lay face down in a deep, smoking pit, and emerged with a gray face.
Mu Sheng's soul lamp dimmed suddenly, and then gradually recovered a little, but it was not as bright as before. The hand holding the soul lamp of Qi Xian was trembling a little.
An Qingli had a soul tablet of Mu Sheng in his hand, and cracks appeared on the soul tablet.
The little ones were dumbfounded. The elixir and the lightning tribulation were so terrifying that they killed Mu Sheng half to death with one move. Mu Sheng was indeed so willful that it was outrageous.
The ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger said: "Mu Sheng, get up and move to a place dedicated to overcoming the tribulation."
Mu Sheng moved his fingers slightly, endured the burning pain, and quickly took a top-quality spirit-boosting pill, and rushed to the place where the sect was facing the catastrophe in embarrassment.
Poor Mu Sheng appeared like a beggar, wandering over Tianyun Sect with a disgraced face.
The disciples below were horrified, but no one cared about the Grandmaster's embarrassment.
The sect's sect-protecting formation will be activated immediately.
An Qingli spread his fingers and gently touched his right hand in front of him. Several red vials filled with spiritual liquid were immediately placed on top of the formation.
"Master, take it!"
An Qingli shouted with his luck spirit.
Mu Sheng didn't want to think too much. Before the next thunderstorm came, he quickly grabbed the few small red bottles and held them firmly in his hand.
Never mind!
What the apprentice sent you must be something good.
Before An Qingli could speak, Mu Sheng, whose spiritual power was severely depleted, pulled out one of the small red bottles, raised his head, and hurriedly poured the contents of the bottle into his mouth.
The bottle contained bright red spiritual liquid, and the rich spiritual energy made Mu Sheng tremble all over. As soon as the spiritual liquid was in his stomach, surging spiritual power immediately filled his body.
The speed at which this spiritual fluid restored spiritual power was actually faster than the top-grade spiritual replenishing pill he refined. Mu Sheng was extremely grateful. He was really his good disciple.
In the blink of an eye, another terrifying thunder and lightning struck from the sky.
Mu Sheng was filled with spiritual energy, but he had nowhere to vent it.
The terrifying thunder and lightning struck Mu Sheng directly. The protective robe on Mu Sheng's body shone brightly and withstood the lightning strike for Mu Sheng.
But most of the spiritual power in Mu Sheng's body was immediately consumed.
Mu Sheng held the elixir in his left hand and the array disk in his right hand. With a mournful face, he said loudly to An Qingli: "Apprentice, this elixir is so fast and the thunder calamity is so fast. Master's formation disk, I'm afraid I can't throw it out..."
An Qingli replied loudly: "Master, don't think about anything else, concentrate on overcoming the tribulation!"
"Good disciple!" Mu Sheng's eyes were wet and he said loudly, "Give me a few more bottles of your spiritual liquid!"
"Master, focus on overcoming the tribulation first! Leave the rest to your apprentice!"
An Qingli's face was also a bit ugly. Those bottles of spiritual liquid were made by condensing the seventh-level red spirit fruits in the mustard space. There were only a few small bottles, and they were specially prepared for Mu Sheng.
Mu Sheng looked up at the calamity clouds in the sky with a sad face. It turned out that he was too naive and underestimated the thunder calamity of the elixir.
If the first thunder had not been blocked by the Grandmaster Hall and the Grandmaster Hall's restrictions, he would have died on the spot.
An Qingli signaled for the sect formation to open. She and the two ancestors quickly entered the sect and rushed to the Grandmaster Peak. They started picking frantically at the large red forest fruit trees.
The fruits picked were all given to An Qingli.
Anqing set up an isolation barrier and entered the mustard seed space. With a thought, he divided the ripe and unripe fruits into two sides.
The ripe fruits piled up into a small mountain. An Qingli thought again and quickly squeezed the mountain of fruits, and countless bright red juices were squeezed out.
There are also several large vats of bright red juice.
An Qingli thought again, and the water in the juices in those large vats evaporated rapidly, and finally condensed into a bottle as big as a wine pot.
Little Lingxi was holding an emerald green wine flask and waiting impatiently.
With another thought in his mind, An Qingli put the condensed juice into the jug, then left the mustard space, removed the restriction, and went to high altitude.
Sorry, it’s even late. I read the reviews of this book by book friends on another platform. They were too over the top, so I’m late in writing. Sorry, I’ll update it later.