The God descended to earth and led his son to chase his wife

As Ouyang Zhen and his group walked down the mountain, the thunderstorm that had been so overwhelming and powerful was gradually coming to an end...

Yuchi Lin looked up at the figures in the air and shouted in surprise, "Master! It's Senior Sister!!!"

"What are you talking about? I'm not blind, of course I can see." Ouyang Zhen raised his hand and gently tapped Yuchi Lin's head.

Yuchilin muttered in a low voice: "If you keep knocking like this, you'll be knocked silly..."

"Look at how powerful your senior sister is! Even the thunder tribulation she endures is different from that of others. Look at yourself, making a lot of noise all day long. What a person!" Ouyang Zhen glanced at Yuchi Lin with disgust.

"But I have already learned how to refine weapons, but my senior sister... still can't do it." Yuchi Lin felt very aggrieved and pouted his lips while mumbling.

"You dare say that again! You ignorant brat, your sister's talent is far better than yours. If it weren't for the fact that my body was like a colander and couldn't retain spiritual energy, how could I have taught you the skills first? According to your sister's talent and progress in practice, she would have left you far behind!" Ouyang Zhen scolded angrily. "Ouyang Zhen pretended to hit Yuchi Lin again, but was stopped by Qi Sheng, who advised, "He's just a child, why do you always hit him?" Qi Sheng, who had just lost a tooth, had a little spit when he spoke, but at least he was no longer bleeding. He muttered while covering his mouth tightly, fearing that others would see and laugh at him.

Ouyang Zhen withdrew his hand indignantly and looked up into the sky.

In the sky at this moment——

The eight practitioners endured more than three hundred thunder strikes, while Lu Wan endured more than two hundred more violent thunder strikes alone. The thunder became louder and louder, and its power became stronger and stronger. Everyone was exhausted and could no longer stay suspended. At first, they relied on their own skills to stay suspended in the air, but now they can only rely on the power of heaven contained in the thunder strike, trapped in the air and unable to escape. The thunder strike has not ended yet, so they cannot leave.

The faces of these people were darker than each other, and there were constant flashes of lightning on their bodies.

The thin monkey's voice became hoarse, and he complained weakly: "How long will this last..."

Minglang casually glanced at the skinny monkey who was completely black with only a mouthful of white teeth showing, and then observed the others, and found that they were all in the same miserable state. He thought to himself: Maybe I am not much better. So he simply lay down in the air, and originally planned to take out the fan to cool down, but as soon as he took it out, he found that there was only a bare wooden stick left - the fan blades had been smashed to pieces by lightning. He smiled bitterly helplessly, turned his head to look at Jin Xinxin next to him and said: "If we can survive this time, you must help me refine a better fan! After all, we are friends in life and death, you can't be so stingy, right?"

After a moment of silence, Jin Xinxin replied weakly, "...Just survive first."

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you all thinking about! This is just a thunder catastrophe, how can it be a matter of life and death? Don't be so dejected, everyone cheer up, this is the last hurdle!" Lu Wan looked at the demoralized people and shouted loudly, trying to inspire their fighting spirit.

Several people looked up at the last thunder brewing in the sky, and felt that this last thunder was so terrifying that it seemed to destroy the world.

Below the Academy——

"How many thunders are there?" Han Xufeng was thinking hard when he suddenly heard an unclear voice in his mind. The voice was inexplicably familiar, but he couldn't remember who was transmitting the voice.

He turned his head and looked around in confusion, and his eyes finally fell on the figure beside him. There stood an old man with messy white hair, bruised eyes and blood at the corners of his mouth, looking extremely miserable.

Han Xufeng was frightened. Just as he was about to blurt out the other party's name, he was met with a stern warning look from the other party. He had no choice but to shut his mouth obediently, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably, and then quickly turned his head to the side, pretending to look elsewhere as if nothing had happened, and secretly sent a message to the old man: "This is the last one. They have already endured more than 600 purple sky thunders. I think this last blow may be even more fierce. Dean, don't you plan to protect these children?"

After he finished speaking, Han Xufeng glanced at his side again in a hurry, and then quickly retracted his gaze. He thought to himself, if he was not dazzled, then the person standing next to the dean at this moment should be him! ...Alas, what you fear will come true. You try every means to avoid it, but in the end you still run into it. Seeing the invisibility spells cast on them, Han Xufeng didn't dare to say anything more.

But seeing the dean like this... I couldn't help but want to laugh. What's going on? Han Xufeng tried his best to hide it, but he couldn't help but "Hahahahaha!!"

Qiu Shuihan stood quietly by the side, watching Vice Dean Han burst into laughter without warning. That smile was so strange... He couldn't help but feel scared, and quietly stepped back a few steps. He thought to himself: I have never heard my master mention that Vice Dean Han was strange, so why would he laugh so... eerie and terrifyingly!

At this moment, Han Xufeng wanted to laugh wildly, and even jumped three feet high! Who on earth is this person! How could he beat up the old guy Qi Sheng so miserably? Show up quickly! I must be grateful to him and enshrine him in the ancestral temple! Hahaha... The hearty laughter echoed in the air.

"Ahem!" Realizing the doubtful looks from the disciples around him, Han Xufeng quickly suppressed his agitated emotions, raised his head and pretended to be calm while praising: "Well! Very good! You are really young and promising!"

Disciples...Why is Vice President Han so weird?

"No matter! What's there to care about!" Qi Sheng's angry roar was heard by Han Xufeng in his mind. Then he glared at the two people beside him, then squatted down silently and began to carefully count the strands of hair he took out of his arms... "My hair~! Woo woo woo~! My poor teeth~!" Accompanied by bursts of sobbing, it came intermittently. Han Xufeng tried hard to hold back his smile, looked up at the sky helplessly, and thought to himself: Can these disciples hold on until the last moment?

Ouyang Zhen curled his lips in disdain, frowned, and helped Qi Sheng, who was squatting on the ground, up with some disgust. He said in a stern tone: "Okay, stop messing around! I said I would compensate you, and I will definitely compensate you!"

Qi Sheng slowly stood up from the ground, wiped the mud off his face with his hands, and then carefully put his wet hair and the few teeth that had fallen out of his body into his arms, as if he was holding some rare treasures. Then, he showed a slightly proud and arrogant expression, as if announcing to the world: "Although I lost the fight, I got compensation! These all belong to me!"

Yuchi Lin stood quietly behind Qi Zheng, watching the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body. He muttered to himself: "What is going on? The atmosphere seems a little bit wrong... And there are two old guys..." While thinking, Yuchi Lin couldn't help but despise them in his heart.

However, at this moment, Yuchi Lin suddenly felt a strong pressure coming from the front. He was startled, and a layer of fine sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. He raised his head tremblingly, and his eyes happened to meet Qi Sheng's turned face. Yuchi Lin couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "Why did he look back at me? Could he hear me saying bad things about him in my heart just now?" Thinking of this, Yuchi Lin's heartbeat became faster and faster, and he was so nervous that he could hardly breathe.

Yuchilin refused to believe it, and kept muttering in his heart: "Hmph, this abominable old man! No spine! Sissy!" Just as he was cursing in his heart, he suddenly met his master's eyes. Yuchilin was immediately panicked, and hurriedly lowered his head guiltily, thinking to himself: "Oh, I didn't say anything about my master in my heart, why did my master look at me like this? Could it be that my master thinks that I am well-behaved and sensible, and thinks that I, his apprentice, am actually quite handsome? Hehehe~" Thinking of this, Yuchilin couldn't help but reach out and touch his face, then raised his head and showed a silly smile to his master (?′▽`?).

Ouyang Zhen turned his head and looked at the silly and cute apprentice in front of him. He couldn't help but frowned and thought hard. He thought to himself: "This kid must not know that after taking an oath in front of the Heavenly Dao and becoming a disciple, a wonderful bond will be formed between the master and the apprentice. As a master, I can hear his inner thoughts. Alas, Lu Wan was like this last time..." Ouyang Zhen rolled his eyes helplessly and sighed in his heart: "One by one, they are so silly, what will happen in the future..."

Su Yichen raised his head tightly, staring at the figure nervously. Under the fierce bombardment of hundreds of thunderbolts, the figure became shaky, as if it could fall down at any time. The mana in the jade pendant that could originally change the body shape had long been consumed. If someone could see their faces clearly at this time, they would definitely be surprised.

Above the sky at this moment——

Many cultivators looked at the lightning that was accumulating strength and was about to explode, and they all felt exhausted and collapsed in the air. Among them, the skinny monkey asked Boss Feng in his hoarse voice: "Boss Feng, are you going to break through to the spiritual fairyland?" This question shocked everyone, and they all turned their eyes to Feng Qing.

Lu Wan shook his head helplessly, and sighed inwardly: his body, which was as broken as a sieve, had just been repaired, and now he had only recovered to the strength of a Spirit King.

The thin monkey turned his gaze to the person who was most likely to be promoted to a higher rank besides Feng Qing, and asked, "Junior Brother Jin, have you become a Spirit King?"

Jin Xinxin nodded gently, indicating his agreement. In fact, he was only a little bit away from taking the key step and achieving a breakthrough. However, what he did not expect was that this thunder tribulation was so fierce and abnormal. What was even more puzzling was that since Feng Qing had not successfully broken through to the Spiritual Immortal Realm, and he had just advanced to the Spiritual King level, why did so many terrifying thunder tribulations fall? Especially the extremely rare Purple Sky Thunder!

Jin Xinxin looked around, staring at the others, and couldn't help but speculate in his heart: Could it be that someone among us has jumped a big level and directly jumped to a level? And this person's talent is extremely outstanding, so he attracted such a powerful thunder tribulation? It's a pity that he is in the thunder tribulation at the moment, and he can't know exactly how many levels others have risen.

Ming Langyue pondered in his heart. When he noticed Jin Xinxin's questioning look, he shook his head gently to deny it. It's really unexpected! Everyone in this team actually has such amazing talents! Wan'er, it may not be easy to win this time...

At this moment, the originally clear sky suddenly shone with dazzling golden light, as if to illuminate the whole world. Everyone looked up at the sky in astonishment, only to see that the last thunderbolt was actually a brilliant golden color! This scene was simply unheard of! What was even more surprising was that this mysterious golden lightning actually descended on the earth together with the spiritual rain sprinkled by the heaven.

“Look, here it comes!”

"Oh my god, that's spiritual rain! And it's golden!"

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and sit cross-legged, and absorb this gift from heaven!"

Many disciples on the ground sat down cross-legged as if awakened from a dream, adjusted their breathing, and began to absorb this rare and precious gift from the way of heaven with full concentration. For a moment, the whole scene became solemn and full of vitality.