salted fish soaring

"Back!" Song Qianji turned around and shouted.

He must go through the robbery immediately.

The last thing you want to happen is still here.

Wei Ping didn't leave: "I'll protect you!"

Song Qianji blocked Lin Feiyuan's sword for him, saying that his flesh was wounded, but the wound on his shoulder was still bleeding.Who knows exactly how the injury is and whether he is holding on.

Ji Chen showed unprecedented toughness and forcibly pulled Wei Ping away:

"Trust Brother Song! If you want to fight the thunder for him, he will be distracted to protect you!"

Thunder Tribulation is a test of the Dao of Heaven, ignoring any protective array, and it is also a gift of Dao of Heaven, which contains energy.

Most of the monks choose to go through the tribulation after leaving the customs, and they usually choose geomantic treasures, which are convenient for absorbing spiritual energy, and there are masters or family elders to protect the dharma.

Those with richer family backgrounds should take the "Body Refining Pill" in advance to increase their lightning resistance.Then take the "Hua Lei Pill", absorb the energy from the thunder calamity as much as possible, and temper the meridians.

It was also struck by lightning, and some people's skin was bleeding from Jiao Lei, but they were completely reborn, and the next breakthrough was smoother.

Someone came out with all the magic weapons and barely survived the thunder calamity, only to get injured all over his body. Except for breaking through the realm, he didn't get any benefit.

How much you can absorb from the thunder calamity depends on the talent of the robber, the experience of the guardian, and luck.

Looking up at the thunder and robbery cloud, everyone turned pale and their spirits trembled.This is the deterrent of the power of heaven to monks, such as earthquakes and tsunamis deter mortals.

Ji Chen opened his mouth: "How could this be? My uncle's thunder cloud was not so powerful when he was conceiving a baby!"

The entire Qianqu County is shrouded.

The whole Tianxizhou watched the catastrophe together.

Thousands of monks walked out of the caves and palaces, gathered in open places such as the top of the mountain and the top of the building, and looked around with aura.

Those who do good things take advantage of the flying sword to see farther.

"Where is the patriarch crossing the catastrophe?"

"The electric light is light purple, this person's bones are still young, whose family's descendants will survive the tribulation?"

"With such momentum, is it possible that Ziye Manjusri is in Tianxi Continent?"

"No, this is Jindan Tribulation, and the cloud is in the direction of Qianqu County!"

On Huawei Mountain, flying swords are like a forest.

Daoist Xuyun sat upright in the Qiankun Hall, his face was more gloomy than Leiyun's.

Count the days, today is the day of the assassination.

Song Qianji did not die, but was about to cross the catastrophe.

In the depths of the Zhao family's ancestral house, an old sigh sounded.

Zhao Taiji knew why the patriarch sighed, and if the assassination failed, Lin Feiyuan must have died.

He didn't dare to enter the house, and stood in the snow-covered courtyard, almost turning into a snowman, raised his head and said bitterly: "I only hope that he is seriously injured and unable to carry the robbery."

Song Qianji was used to hard work in his previous life, so he has no fear at this time.

His face was as sinking as water, his hands were raised up, he changed rapidly, formed a seal, and shouted: "Come!"

After the thunder had gathered momentum, the purple lightning flickered, the black clouds split open, and a purple thunder beam piercing the sky was formed.

The thunder was so powerful that after hitting Song Qianji, the entire Qianqufang might be hit by an earthquake.

Those who participated in the "Harvest Festival" had withdrawn from Qianqufang under the guidance of the city defense team and gathered on the main street.

The crowd was frightened and rushed at the beginning of the chaos, but fortunately no one was injured.

Ji Xing summoned his spiritual energy and commanded the evacuation loudly:

"There are assassins inside, all monks, very powerful, please don't go in..."

"Song Xianguan was assassinated and we escaped, what should he do?" Carpenter Liu asked suddenly.

The natural fear of mortals towards monks disappeared at this moment, and a group of Qianqu people were unwilling to leave, so they picked up bamboo poles, brooms, and vegetable baskets nearby:

"Kill the assassin and protect Song Xianguan!"

The crowd was excited.Worker Tie Sanniu shouted: "Fairy Ji, take us back!"

"Ah?" Ji Xing was taken aback: "Think, that assassin has been surrendered!"

Usually, when building river channels and farming, one of them is more honest and willing to work than the other. Who would have thought that such a momentum would suddenly erupt.

The sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds gathered, purple electricity flickered, and the pressure was majestic.

The people of Qianqu had never seen such a shocking vision, as if just looking at it drained all their strength.

Ji Xingxi said: "The thunder calamity is here, Senior Brother Song is going to cross the calamity! Everyone don't go in, let him concentrate on breaking through!"

Someone pointed at the sky and screamed: "Song Xianguan is a good man, he shouldn't be struck by lightning!"

"Song Xianguan shouldn't be struck by lightning!"

Ji Xing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This is thunder calamity, it's a good thing."

Song Qianji raised his head.

A huge pillar of purple electric light descended.

Whether it is falling or not, there is no sound.

Song Qianji's expression changed, and he watched the thunder light fall, but a faint golden light rose around him, forming a protective shield to separate the thunder and lightning.

The golden mask seemed to be warm, and the thunderbolt from the sky melted quickly like snow, and wisps of purple smoke penetrated the barrier, like sweet rain and thin snow, gently falling on his body, shoulders, and face, penetrating the epidermis, Penetrate flesh and blood, moisten every bone and every meridian.

"Golden Light Protector!" Wei Ping exclaimed.

"Isn't that the legend in the book?" Ji Chen was still stunned.At one moment he felt that Song Qianji was about to be hacked to death, but at the next moment, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright and golden.

Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a great power to overcome calamities, and those who were virtuous protected their bodies with golden light, and they were not hurt by the power of thunder.

Song Qianji put his hands down in a daze, and the spirit dew in his meridians gathered towards the Zifu, condensing into a rapidly spinning golden pill.

The golden elixir keeps getting bigger and breaks through the early stage, middle stage, and late stage of the golden elixir in an instant, and the golden elixir is perfect.

He was more dazed than dazed mortals.

"boom!"

The coercion around him exploded, and the shattered pill became a baby!

Nascent Soul quickly absorbed the energy from the thunder, and it was radiant and constantly changing.

Song Qianji regained his senses, hurriedly stabilized his breath, and forced the realm to be in the middle stage of Yuanying.

The thunder light finally dissipated, and the black robbery cloud changed color, turning into colorful clouds all over the sky.

The strong wind became gentle, and there seemed to be music in the wind.

"Senior brother Song actually broke through two catastrophes in a row!"

Wei Ping, Ji Chen and the others rushed over.Surrounded by the crowd, Song Qianji let out a breath. He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly the clean bottle in his body shook violently.

The Immortal Spring, which absorbed the power of the thunder, gushed out suddenly, pulling his consciousness into the Zifu in an instant.

There was an anxious exclamation in his ears, and Song Qianji fell backwards.

There is only one thought before I close my eyes: I am careless, and the Immortal Spring will come to mess with me.

……

Song Qianji stood on a golden wheat field.

The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, and the wheat waves are rolling, like a dream.

Song Qianji laughed at himself: "No way."

The reason why the treasures of heaven and earth are precious is that they can not only attack and heal, but also open up a "boundary" for monks.

In the previous life, Song Qianji was jointly hunted down because of a rumor that originated from nowhere:

It is rumored that he will use the spring of immortality in the clean bottle to create a small world of his own, in which he will be the creator and ruler, regardless of whether this world lives or dies.

Once the superstar tree died, those who obeyed him would be put into his realm as slaves.Those who resist him have only a dead end.

People don't believe that a notorious mud leg can really save the world.

Song Qianji's realm is now just a phantom in the Zifu, constantly fluctuating.

After the "boundary" is solidified, it will be manifested outside, forming a world of its own, and he will create the rules.

What strength and power this is.

Song Qianji lay in the wheat field for a while, basking in the illusory sunlight with squinted eyes.

"According to ancient books, the realm of King Qianqu is a chess scale, and the sky is a plate and stars as sons..."

"It is said that Xian Jianchen's realm is a forest of swords, dense with thousands of swords, and filled with bones..."

"In the long river of time, the realm after Wei Zhenyu transformed into a god is a sea of ​​flames, raging fiercely, burning everything."

"If I fight with someone, let the boundary go out, wow, a piece of wheat, won't the enemy laugh at me? Is this appropriate? Is it plausible?"

Song Qianji sneered three times, the Jingping bottle shook lightly, and the divine power of the Immortal Spring burst out.

The sky changed suddenly, and a heavy rain hit the wheat field.

Song Qianji wiped his face: "You still lose your temper with me! You can't just ask me?"