Emperor Li Tian looked at the dark clouds that were gradually dispersing in the sky in the distance. The expression on his face was quite stiff, and he was trembling even as he spoke.
He is bold by nature, loves adventure and fighting, and always presents himself as a fearless macho man.
However, the nine terrifying thunders that struck Feng Qingyu when he was going through the tribulation just now still shocked him so much that one soul left his body and the other two souls ascended to heaven.
Compared with what happened to the saint, he felt that the thunder tribulation he had experienced when he was promoted was just like a child playing house, not worth mentioning at all.
Back in the "Dark Temple", Mo Disheng used the elixirs he had accumulated for many years to forcibly help Emperor Li Tian to improve his realm, which eventually led to six waves of heavenly tribulations. Although each wave of heavenly tribulations contained several or even dozens of tribulations,
The power of the sky thunder was not exaggerated, and there was even a small moment between the two waves of thunder and lightning, leaving him a lot of breathing space.
Even so, he still had a very difficult time surviving that lightning tribulation, and he felt that life was worse than death.
And Feng Qingyu, the first of the nine thunder tribulations, was even more powerful than the last one he had experienced. No matter how hard he thought about it, he could not figure out what method the saint would rely on to survive this incident safely.
Disaster.
"She, is she still alive like this?"
The Seven-Star Saint asked with some uncertainty.
"I'm going to take a look!" A hint of anxiety flashed across Beidou's face, and he sped away in the direction of Feng Qingyu's Tribulation.
Judging from his appearance, he seemed to care more about Feng Qingyu's life safety than the people in the "Dark Temple".
Emperor Li Tian and others followed closely behind, and soon appeared above the sea area that had just been bombarded by thunder.
The dark clouds in the sky have completely dispersed, and the sea is calm and without any waves. The doomsday scene that turned the world upside down just now is as if it had never happened before.
Looking around, there is not a single person within a radius of several miles. Where can I see any trace of Feng Qingyu?
Could it be that...she was turned into dregs by the thunder?
Including the two saints, almost everyone present had such an idea in their minds.
The power of the thunder is really too shocking, especially the last ninth thunder. It is as if the law of heaven is determined to wipe out all the people, leaving no trace of hope for the mortal beings. The vastness of the momentum and the domineering power are really...
It is unimaginable how Feng Qingyu could survive.
No matter how he released his spiritual consciousness, he could not feel the slightest breath of the saint, and Emperor Li Tian's heart gradually sank to the bottom.
In one day, Shen Wei fell first, and now the situation has changed again. The loss of two saints in succession is undoubtedly an unprecedented huge loss for the "Dark Temple". The prospect of this war has suddenly become extremely important.
gray.
"Palace Master Li, my condolences..."
Sensing Emperor Li Tian's depressed mood, the Seven-Star Sage was about to speak out for his safety. In the middle of his words, his eyes suddenly flickered, and he lowered his head and looked straight down.
"boom!"
The surface of the sea, which was as smooth as a bright mirror, suddenly surged with rapids, and the waves splashed, forming a rapidly rotating vortex, continuously drawing the surrounding seawater into it, and the momentum was truly astonishing.
Then, a figure suddenly jumped out of the whirlpool and hung quietly in the sky.
"Saint, are you okay?"
Seeing clearly that this person was Feng Qingyu who had just experienced the nine thunder tribulations, Emperor Li Tian was surprised and couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Okay, great!"
Feng Qingyu's whole body was wrapped in swirling water, making it impossible to see her true state. However, Emperor Li Tian had a vague feeling that the aura emanating from the saint's body at this time seemed to be even stronger than before the tribulation.
Much more.
"Give me some clothes."
I just heard her say something coldly.
"What?" Emperor Li Tian didn't react for a moment.
"I happen to have an extra set of robes here."
Beidou suddenly shook his hands and took out a black robe of the same style as his from somewhere, spread it out in the air and fluttered in the wind, "If Her Majesty the Saint does not dislike it..."
Emperor Li Tian suddenly realized that although Feng Qingyu had successfully survived the disaster, his clothes had been destroyed by the thunder.
"Um."
Feng Qingyu responded faintly, a blue light erupted from his body, and his whole body disappeared in an instant.
When she reappeared, she was already in front of Beidou, and she was also wearing the robe with the black and white Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram printed on the chest.
"What a power of heaven." Beidou couldn't help but admired it.
It turned out that she actually used the space power of heaven to teleport herself directly into the black robe, eliminating the need to even put on clothes.
"I only have men's clothes on hand. If they don't fit, I hope the saint will forgive me." Beidou said with a hint of admiration in his eyes, and he said with great grace.
"Thanks."
Feng Qingyu replied lightly, wearing a men's robe. Although it was a little loose, it could not completely cover up her graceful figure.
"The power of thunder that day just now is truly unprecedented in my life." Beidou asked with concern, "Has the Saint been injured?"
"Any non-fatal attack is meaningless to me."
Feng Qingyu turned around gracefully and stepped beside Li Tiandi in an instant, leaving only one extremely domineering line.
"He is indeed the strongest physique."
Looking at her graceful back, Beidou murmured to himself, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, "It's really eye-catching."
…
"Well!"
Lin Zhiyun felt as if her body was heavy, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on her. The muscles and veins in her body were burning as if they were being roasted on a fire, and the pain was excruciating.
She tried hard to open her eyes, and the dazzling sunlight fell down, making her eyes hurt.
Am I still alive?
She raised her right arm vigorously, rubbed her sore eyes, and looked intently. What was close at hand was a man's face. Face to face, their lips were almost touching.
This is a delicate and familiar face!
"Zhong Wen!"
Realizing that she was being pinned down by Zhong Wen, Lin Zhiyun immediately turned red, her cheeks were hot, and she shyly scolded, "Quick, move away, how can we behave like this?"
However, Zhong Wen did not answer, but quietly lay on top of her delicate body, motionless.
"Zhong Wen, if you keep doing this, I'm going to get angry!" Lin Zhiyun thought Zhong Wen was deliberately causing trouble. She couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry, and reached out to push his head.
"thump!"
Unexpectedly, before she could exert much strength, Zhong Wen's heavy body fell from her body and lay flat on the ground.
Lin Zhiyun finally realized that something was wrong. She turned around and saw that the always energetic and funny boy had his eyes closed, his face was pale, and he was slumped on the ground like a corpse, lifeless at all.
The dazzling golden silk silk armor on his body had already been shattered into pieces under the ninth thunder tribulation, leaving his strong chest muscles and thighs exposed to the air, and the surface of his skin turned slightly black, as if it had been burned by charcoal fire.
Baked average.
"Zhong, Zhong Wen..."
A strong sense of uneasiness instantly filled her heart, and Lin Zhiyun hurriedly stretched out her hand to feel his breath.
No breathing!
he died?
To protect me from the catastrophe!
Upon this inspection, Lin Zhiyun's delicate body suddenly trembled, her chest felt suffocated, her expression was dumbfounded, and crystal tears could not stop falling from the corners of her eyes.
"You, you are just pretending, right?"
After a moment of silence, it was as if a string in his heart suddenly broke. The usually quiet and elegant sister of the palace master suddenly jumped on Zhong Wen and shouted loudly, "If you are joking with me, then open your eyes quickly, I,
I don’t like such jokes!”
The only thing that answered her was the soft sound of the breeze and the wordless silence.
Zhong Wen still had his eyes closed, motionless, and could not hear his breathing or heartbeat at all.
"Please, wake up, please?"
"As long as you are willing to wake up, I, Lin Zhiyun, am willing to pay any price!"
"You, why are you so stupid? This is my calamity. If I die, I should die. Why are you here to get involved?"
"What you have done for Piaohua Palace and for me is not enough?"
"You lost your life like this. Have you ever thought about Junior Sister Wushuang, Sister Shangguan and Tingting? Have you ever thought about the child in Sister Qinglian's belly?"
Scenes from the time they met each other appeared in her mind one by one. Lin Zhiyun felt like her heart was on edge and tears were streaming down her face. She opened Zhong Wen's lips and stuffed a large handful of pills from her storage necklace into his mouth.
Inside, he was crying hoarsely, trying to wake the boy up.
However, at this time, Zhong Wen no longer had the strength to swallow the elixirs. Many of the elixirs accumulated in his mouth, but could not enter his body down his throat.
Looking at Zhong Wen's peaceful face, Lin Zhiyun's heart gradually sank to the bottom. Sadness, pain, confusion, panic...all kinds of negative emotions came rushing in. She finally couldn't bear it and threw herself down on Zhong Wen.
Wen Che chest, burst into tears.
A graceful white figure followed the cry and soon appeared beside the two of them.
It was Li Bing who also experienced a horrific catastrophe.
When her eyes fell on Zhong Wen's cold body, she trembled all over and her face instantly turned pale.