On Kunlun Mountain, as the first thunderstorm fell, the second thunderstorm began to gather in the clouds.
Su Xinglan sat back on the boulder on the edge of the cliff and set up three small spirit gathering arrays one after another.
Then, he turned his five hearts upward, closed his eyes, and exhaled, quickly suppressing the surging energy and blood in his body.
Du Qirui was so anxious that he immediately rushed into the side hall and took out all the healing medicine that Ji Xuanqing had secretly hidden.
There was a big box full, and I "ran" to the third peak with it.
"Junior brother, hurry up and drink from the bottle."
"Oh, one pill at a time doesn't have much effect. The whole bottle comes quickly."
"Um, I took it by mistake. This bottle is for hemorrhoid medicine."
"Blows and bruises, wind and cold..."
He looked a little embarrassed and rummaged around.
Su Xinglan casually took out a bottle of Nine Turns Pill, poured one out and threw it into his mouth. He said in a deep tone: "There is not enough time to refine the effect of the medicine."
"It can absorb at most one-third, which is already excellent."
"Second Senior Brother, go back quickly, don't let me get involved."
Du Qirui raised his head and looked up at the sky, gritted his teeth and asked: "Junior brother, tell me the truth, what are your chances of winning and surviving the disaster safely?"
"Or, what do you need senior brother for?"
"As long as I can help you, is it okay to risk my life?"
"I am a useless person from Kunlun. Death is not a pity."
"But you, you are the backbone of Shanmen. You can't die or anything can happen to you."
Su Xinglan said calmly: "Thunder catastrophe of heaven's punishment, the existence of a narrow escape from death."
"Early on, there was more than a 30% chance of winning. Now, it's less than 10%."
"I can't hide, and I don't want to hide either."
Du Qirui said sadly: "You have created some kind of "path of sentient beings" on your own, can't you just wait a little longer?"
"Suning has gathered the three soul blood lines, and with our Kunlun blood, the six soul blood lines are just around the corner."
"Even if there's only half a chance to help you get rid of your inner demons, it's still better than now."
"Disobedient, you have a bad temper."
He burst into tears and turned around silently.
Su Xinglan hesitated to speak, and finally turned into a sigh.
Death is not terrible.
He, Su Xinglan, has never been afraid of death.
But there are some people and things that he can't worry about.
In his heart, he still has three small wishes.
First, to provide for his mother until she is old and to make up for his "not doing a proper job" over the years.
Second, I go to Fenghuang Mountain to visit Baiyou every year, talk to her, and peel her favorite grapefruit.
Third, you can see the only Miaomiao of the old Su family get married and have children, drink a glass of wedding wine with them, and smoke a wedding cigarette.
The wish is not big, but it seems that it is difficult to achieve.
He took a long breath, gathered his mind, and focused on the sky.
No matter what, you have to try your best.
After all, this path was his own choice.
"Click."
The silver snakes were flying and the thunder was endless.
Unlike the first thunder that had been brewing for a long time, this second thunder solidified very quickly.
The color also changed from eye-catching purple to inconspicuous light cyan.
Even when it reaches the size of a baby's fist, it falls down.
After a flash, there was no trace left.
Su Xinglan grabbed the Taixuan Sword and used the 23rd move of the Demon Sword Technique.
The sword radiates vertically and horizontally, as bright as the red sun, magnifying infinitely at the tip of the sword.
Only attack but not defend, never look back.
Green light suddenly appeared on his body, and he instantly escaped into the rocky ground.
There was only a "bang" sound, stone chips flying, and smoke billowing.
Su Xinglan stood motionless with the Taixuan Sword in his hand, blood running down his wrist.
"Little junior brother."
Du Qirui, who returned to the main peak hall, said via secret transmission: "How are you doing? Is everything okay?"
Su Xinglan shook his head slightly and sat back on the edge of the cliff again.
The second thunder disintegrated easily.
Although my wrist was injured by an external force, this minor injury was nothing.
He didn't pay attention to the first ten thunderbolts from beginning to end, and he wasn't worried about not being able to survive them.
