Chapter 15 Eastern Crow The wind and clouds above the lake suddenly changed, as if there was a movement of monks about to survive the disaster, which attracted the surrounding monks to rush over to express their joy. Not to mention the rain falling from the sky after successfully overcoming the tribulation, even if you have a little understanding of the power of the law in the process of overcoming the tribulation, you will benefit a lot. "Look at this movement, it must be the Golden Core Tribulation Thunder, right?" "No!" "who is it?" "Jiang Daojun and Dongfang Wuwu took action in Baidi and poked a hole in the ban. They were 'invited' by the poster to go to the water prison and were just released. They are now at the ferry. Could it be that Jiang Daojun has formed a pill? I heard that He has been stagnant in the foundation-building Dzogchen for a long time.” "That's probably him!" The monks who were watching became excited. After all, it is not easy to encounter such a powerful disaster these days! Someone asked in confusion: "I know Lord Jiang Dao, but who is Dongfang Crow?" "Young Master Dongjimen Dongfang Zhentian." "She has been strange since she was born. It is said that when she was a baby, she would suffer from floods when she cried, and drought when she smiled. After learning to speak, she became a good but not a bad spirit..."
The Dongji Sect fled from the sea to the inland, and suffered heavy losses along the way. The whole sect was about to become a savage. It was not easy to take root, save some wealth, and happily welcome the birth of the young master. As a result, this The young master brought down Dongjimen again. Dongfang Zhentian left home at a young age and began to frequently enter secret realms. She was a young genius with extremely high cultivation level, and Dongfang Steward operated secretly. She was very popular in Guiyilou at first, but she changed teams more than ten times, and every time the people in her team suffered heavy casualties, and gained very little. Over time, the reputation has been very bad, and he has been nicknamed the "Eastern Crow", so that no one wants to be with him now. "If you don't talk about her, don't talk about her. Seeing that the calamity thunder is about to fall, quickly find a safe and quiet place to enlighten!" "But she is with Jiang Daojun now, so this disaster is still..." Can you still make it? One sentence silenced the others. People who were not involved were worried, but those who were rumored to be undergoing a tribulation were now looking at Uncle Master meditating in the smoke, as anxious as ants on a hot pot. The thunderclouds in the sky were not his thunder disaster. "Gua Wa Zi, why don't you hurry up and take the opportunity to absorb some spiritual energy!" Dongfang Zhentian said and ignored him and started to cross his legs to do his exercises. Jiang Chuixing was worried and stared at Shi Xuanying with keen eyes. The aura on the lake was absorbed into Shi Xuanying's body. After turning around in a circle, it condensed into substance and was released. The whole process seemed to be filtering and purifying. The pure spiritual energy condensed in the small broken boat, like a cocoon, wrapped around the three of them. They didn't even need to deliberately exercise their skills, and they could improve their cultivation with every breath. Jiang Chuixing had never had such a luxurious moment. Just sitting there, he felt that his realm was loose. He hesitated and struggled for a long time, then gritted his teeth and sat down cross-legged. The thunderclouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, almost pressing down on the floating island, and their power suddenly increased several times. This time, Jiang Chuixing is really going to form a pill. In this world, there are only sword cultivators who will not prepare any magic weapon to prevent the catastrophe. Catching the sky thunder with bare hands is also an important opportunity for sword cultivation and physical training. In addition, it is necessary to take advantage of life and death opportunities to break the life and death barrier. Therefore, even if Jiang Chuixing stays in the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen for so long, he may break through at any time, but he is still empty-handed. Except for a knife, all the rest in his pocket were some odds and ends.
The ferry at this time was like the entrance to an abyss, and the spiritual energy in the entire lake was sucked into it like a flood. It was continuously converted into pure spiritual energy by Shi Xuanying, and then supplied to Jiang Chuixing. The floating islands in the lake were able to float entirely because of their spiritual energy. As the spiritual energy was gradually drained away, the islands on the edge began to shake. People who returned to the first floor and those who came over to rejoice finally realized that something was wrong. It is true that monks need to absorb a large amount of spiritual energy when they overcome tribulation, but they will never consume such a huge amount. Now all the spiritual energy has disappeared out of thin air! Orders were issued hurriedly on the central island, and the entire first floor began to move wildly. Frames of spiritual stones smashed into the formation, barely stabilizing the floating island. In the eyes of outsiders, this kind of behavior is just trying to make people look fat. The spiritual energy is already so thin. Wouldn't it be nice for the island to grow honestly in the lake? But the poster is also in trouble. There are many things involved in the floating island, and even if he fills it himself, he will never fall. If it had been in the past, people like Jiang Chuixing and Dongfang Zhentian who dared to run wild in Baidi would have been punished long ago without any explanation. Why would he need to go to others to compensate for their grievances? That's right, from the poster's point of view, he was aggrieved by the fact that he cheated Shi Xuanying by two hundred high-grade spiritual stones. The host was dressed in a black robe, with a wide hood that almost covered his face, leaving only a section of his fair chin exposed. He stood quietly on the highest roof of the entire floating island with his hands folded, watching the spiritual energy condense into a huge "cocoon" at the ferry, and the slender fingers of his long robe tapped irregularly. Behind him, in front of the hall, dozens of black-robed and ghost-faced spiritual masters stood silently, as if they would rush out at the slightest signal from the people on the roof. "How many years?" the host asked softly, "how many years have you never seen a real swordsman?" No one answered. The reason why Patriarch Yueyang was defeated early was because he lost his temperament as a swordsman. A true swordsman would have to frantically test himself on the verge of life and death when nothing happened, and he couldn't bear it when he was angry. Patriarch Yueyang, as the leader of the Sword Cultivator Sect, was overtaken by the Tongxiao Sect. He huddled on the main peak all day talking about what he was doing, and he didn't look like a Sword Cultivator at all. "Hahaha, interesting." The host smiled happily. The spiritual master in front of the temple suddenly had his hair standing on end: Every time their host laughs like this, they don’t know how much trouble they have to go through! They were not the ones who broke their legs in the end! He said "The king of Tianliang is broken", and they died of exhaustion on the way to punish people. The calamity thunder in the sky had been brewing for a long time and finally fell. "I'm so fucking stupid!" Amidst the thunder, a little girl suddenly cursed loudly, "Boss and management are telling you to let go! Jiang Chuixing! You son of a bitch!" "Thief girl! Let go of my uncle!" When the surrounding monks heard the excitement, they no longer cared about enlightenment and stretched their necks to take a look. A bolt of lightning as thick as the mouth of a bowl jumped out from the hanging wings of the black clouds, and fell with a force that wanted to engulf the mountains and rivers. For a moment, the sky and the earth were silent, and everything in sight was covered with a layer of pale white. Amidst the total whiteness, the central image was particularly clear and remained in everyone's eyes for a long time. ——The lightning actually penetrated the three people like a string of candied haws. Shi Xuanying smelled the choking burnt smell and her heart stopped. Although she has always been keen on seeking death, seeking death is not suicidal, and she is not so shameless that she can withstand the golden elixir stage lightning tribulation with the strength of the third level of Qi training. Fortunately, Jiang Chuixing and Dongfang Zhentian were standing in front of him, and the huge spiritual energy condensed into a shield to block the power of the thunder tribulation, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. Before the second thunderbolt fell, Shi Xuanying struggled to get up. Jiang Chuixing pushed her gently with spiritual power from behind and sent her to the nearby floating island, but he held the little girl tightly in his hand. "Son, let go of labor and management!" Dongfang Zhentian struggled and broke his voice.
Her cultivation level is slightly higher than that of Jiang Chuixing, but her sword cultivator's strength is unparalleled, and she can't break away at all. Moreover, the pressure of the thunder is almost reaching her head. If she fights regardless of her true strength, she will die. Faster. Jiang Chuixing had resented being cheated before, so he wanted to make her suffer a thunderbolt. Anyway, she was a golden elixir cultivator, and she wouldn't die even if she was struck a few times. Unexpectedly, in his view of the grudge between the two people, this damn girl dared to drag his uncle who was only in the Qi refining stage. This time let’s settle old and new grudges together, don’t fight each other, let’s enjoy the thunder bath together! ps: The original poster is not the male protagonist. Although he is poor, he is not as poor as the male protagonist.
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