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Chapter 947

Zhang Wenfeng reached out and made a move, and the nine connected colored lights hovering in the air fell to his wrist with a "swish", turning back into nine stars and flowing beads, letting the little fire float and play outside.

He enjoyed the unique "steaming clouds and rosy clouds" after the tribulation, which could wash away the mundane dust and dirt in the body. It had a wonderful effect on the monks who ascended to the lower world and were reborn. The effect varied from person to person.

About 30% of the energy in the Nine-Star Flowing Bead still remained, and only 20% was consumed. It was very different from the power of the Tribulation Thunder he had expected. He instantly thought that maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had a double merit canopy?

Under the law of heaven, "everyone is treated equally". Does this "benevolence" have anything to do with everything you do in your life?!

Mo Ye had hinted to him not to use the Mingbao Bronze Lamp during the Yang Tribulation.

He also did not use the ghost realm space of the Soul-Suppressing Palace to bring in some of his weaker fifth-level sect members.

Opportunistic methods that do not go through the baptism of thunder and lightning will only harm people. Unless the monks who enter the space give up their physical bodies and practice the ghost path, they will never get ahead. They can only stay in the dim ghost realm and face tribulations that are several times greater than those in the lower world.

Thunder's punishment.

There is also a limit to the number of people who can protect others through calamity. More than two will be full of unpredictable variables.

"Look, someone is rushing out over there."

Qian Jing looked around and shouted.

A hundred miles away, a ball of fiery red lightning dispersed, revealing a burly figure.

Zhang Wenfeng recognized Qu Lei from the Vast Cultivation Society. He had reached the fifth level of perfect cultivation. He had an ancient thunder seal treasure in his hand. He was good at thunder techniques. He had interacted with him before and returned the greeting to Qu Lei who greeted him from a distance.

It is not easy for Leifa monks to practice, and they will take advantage of it when it comes to overcoming tribulations.

After a while, other Lei cultivators rushed out above the white clouds, some they knew and some they didn't.

The ethereal fairy music could no longer be heard in the ears, and the surrounding colorful glow also dissipated. A forest of steles appeared several miles away. Shui Qingru and Yan Jing walked out of it. The two of them had messy hair on their temples, especially Yan Jing.

He was a little embarrassed, and his body was still glowing with lightning and fire.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister Yan, you broke out."

He Kuyu and Qian Jing flew over in a hurry.

Shui Qingru raised her hand to collect the treasure, and with the help of Sutra Charming Lady and Moya Ancient Sutra Wall, she got through the small thunder tribulation without much effort. If she hadn't suffered a few more thunder tribulations, she would have been able to do it a little earlier.

Surrounded by glowing light, Shui Qingru and Yan Jing saluted the master of the temple, and then spoke to He Kuyu and Qian Jing.

Yan Jing wiped the charred face, and complained in a very good mood: "Qingru is so bad, she deliberately let me eat more than ten tribulation thunders, and almost didn't get cooked. These sisters do harm to others at the critical moment."

"Jingjing, you are too weak. I am helping you, but you still don't appreciate it."

Shui Qingru responded with a smile.

When they met after the disaster, the girls were all smiles.

Immediately afterwards, monks appeared from everywhere. Yun Qiuhe, Zhang Xuanan, You Mengchang, Tu Kun, Zhao Zhuer, Shi Nanguan, Yang Shuilan, Lezi and others survived the thunder tribulation. The sky above the white clouds became lively, and they gathered in the direction of the viewer.

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Xiao Ni'er used a silver disk to protect the mountain leader. Yue Anyan rushed into the air, scattered the flowing thunder and fire, and shouted: "My queen, I have rushed out, I am exhausted." She was showing her merit to her own queen.

Yang Shuilan praised her a few words casually, and the little guy was so happy that he was jumping around with his little Huo Pi on his back.

"Xin Xing, Little Star, have any of you seen Little Star?"

Xiao Ni'er searched around and shouted anxiously.

"I am coming!"

A little fox demon who looked embarrassed appeared more than ten miles away and shouted in response happily.

Zhang Guanzhu said a few words to Yun Qiuhe, the mountain chief and others, and watched more and more fellow disciples who had survived the disaster appear. While he was happy, he began to worry about Lu Zijin, Fushan and others, and the more they were delayed, the more they were delayed. , the more disadvantageous it is.

You Mengchang successfully ascended to the upper realm, and the joy in his heart was self-evident.

He was worried that if he had committed too many sins in the past, God would defeat him at the critical moment. Fortunately, his worries were unnecessary.

Looking around, You Mengchang said: "It's strange. Even if Lu Zijin doesn't have any heavy weapons to protect himself, with his lightning skills and mid-sixth level cultivation, he should have no problem protecting the two of them. He even deliberately imitated them before. Even though it was only a few powerful attacks from the Tribulation Thunder, he easily dealt with it..."

Before he finished speaking, You Meng's long figure swayed and dodged dozens of feet to the side.

A huge ball of lightning surged out, and the huge black donkey transformed by Lu Zijin rushed out. The unparalleled lightning threw the embarrassed Wei Jingjie and Shang Qingyun sideways far away.

"Ah uh... It's so enjoyable. I used the Tribulation Thunder to temper my body, but it's a pity that the time is too short."

The air echoed with the loud and unpleasant braying of a donkey.

Yan Jing hurriedly stepped forward to support Shang Qingyun, whose face was charred and whose body was steaming. She saw that the sisters who followed Mr. Donkey through the thunder tribulation suffered no less than those who went through the tribulation alone.

Mr. Donkey is too insignificant.

The owner of the temple scolded Lu Zijin, who had returned to his human form, and asked, "Where's Lu Huan? He hasn't come out yet?"

"Uh... that's weird. Can you keep him even though he's just a minor thunder tribulation?"

Lu Zijin searched everywhere, and ran hundreds of miles away wrapped in the glow of sunshine.

Not long after Guifang Fu came out to protect Ying Miaogu, Tao Niangzi and Mang Gong were seriously injured but also managed to overcome the difficulties. The two demons said nothing and sat cross-legged in the air to adjust their breath and meditate. In an instant, the spiritual energy around them was like mist and the glow surrounded them.

Zhang Guanzhu's heart sank. He didn't expect it well. Old Fushan and Zhuang Yu were afraid that something was going wrong?

You Mengchang sent a message to comfort him: "Don't worry, Fushan Old Turtle has profound skills and excellent shell protection. He has a lot of treasures in his hands, so he should be able to break out."

This was his first time to overcome the tribulation, but he actually didn't know what to do.

Just as he was talking, a huge black turtle with yellow-orange brilliance, wrapped in blazing silver and red thunder fire, rushed out. The turtle shell had vertical and horizontal cracks and wounds, and the flesh and blood were charred and black. The injuries were horrific. A strong wind pushed Zhuang Yu who was sheltering below. To the side, the turtle shell was still making a sizzling sound as the lightning burned it.

Xuangui uttered the words: "Fortunately, I will not disgrace my life. Please wait for me to adjust my breathing for a while."

Zhang Guanzhu cupped his hands and said: "Fellow Taoist who has worked hard in Fushan, please!"

Zhuang Yu escaped from death this time, and his robes were in tatters. All the sixth-grade amulets he had sacrificed were scrapped, and he was almost dead. The thunder tribulation was too terrifying, and it was endless in all directions. Fortunately, the old turtle from Fushan transformed into his true form. , despite serious injuries, he was brought out.

Zhang Xuanan hurriedly stepped forward to check and comfort his shocked senior brother.

The figures emerging from the white clouds gradually became fewer and fewer, and there were no more behind them. After so much time, almost all those who could get through had emerged.

Luzi rushed back into the wind and shouted: "Luhuan, stinky boy...who has seen him?"

Seeing everyone's silence, he anxiously looked elsewhere.

Zhang Wenfeng frowned. With Lu Huan's strong physique and several amulets, it was impossible to break through. Could there be something wrong somewhere?

The clouds dozens of miles away were surging, and a demon badger with brown fur several feet in size slowly emerged from it.

"Lu Huan is out!"

Xiao Ni'er yelled and pulled Xin Xing away.

You Mengchang asked in a low voice, "Why did he run so far?"

Lu Zi evolved into a bolt of lightning and landed in front of the demon badger. He kicked it away and cursed: "You're killing me because of your delay. What's going on? It took you so long."

The demon badger was kicked as if nothing happened, and his fat body trembled a few times. After experiencing a thunderstorm, the hair on his body was not damaged.

"I got lost. It took me a long time to find it."

Lu Huan turned into a fat black man, his black robe was wrinkled, he blinked his little eyes and grinned innocently.

Shrouded in calamity clouds, he did not know where to go. He was trapped in the thick clouds and searched for a long time. He withstood twice as many calamity thunder bombardments as others. It was not until the clouds behind him thinned that he got out.

"I...I..."

Lu Zijin almost didn't catch it in one breath.

Xiao Ni'er and Xin Xing were laughing and joking and quickly pulled the fat man away, not wanting to make Lu Zijin mad.

There are more than 60 fifth-level monks here at Xianling Temple, and there are still 18 people who haven't come out. They are probably unlucky. Not everyone has Lu Huan's hard skills.




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