Su Qinwu had only one thought: Ye Ling, it seems that your sword is fast or my divine light is fast!

The moment the light ball spreads across all the roots, it turned into a column of light and shuttled along the main trunk of the Wutong by the Cloud, and then turned into countless golden light and spread out in all directions along the branches of the Wutong by the Cloud.

Becoming brighter, getting brighter...

The whole sycamore tree beside the clouds seemed to be lit up by golden light, becoming brighter and brighter. The whole tree exudes a transparent and jade-like color, completely removing its old skin and emitting amazing brilliance.

Ye Ling, who was pressing against the tree trunk forcibly pulling Mu Xin, was caught off guard and was shaken out of Yun Zhaoding on the spot.

Su Qinwu looked up at the golden sycamore tree beside the clouds. The layers of layers of clouds were inlaid with golden light, and it became the only light in the darkness.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and blood gushed out of her mouth again.

All over the body hurts.

However, she was in a very happy mood.

She didn't lose.

Time goes back half an hour ago—

Ye Ling was locked up in a confinement room, and all the Qingluans were attracted by the Lingbi scene, Su Qinwu sat on the sycamore tree by the clouds and chatted with the sky.

During this period, she was able to stay safely in Yunzhaoding and not be discovered by the Qingluan tribe. She was relying on it to actively cover her with leaves, cover her figure, and also cover her breath.

It even took the initiative to send her sycamore seeds.

Although it did this because she had the blessing of the Wood God and the extremely high affinity of the spiritual race, she still received this affection.

She has spiritual eyes and can clearly see everything about the wutong tree beside the clouds.

She wanted to repay this kindness, so she asked, "Senior Wutong, do you want to go to the Holy Land?"

The last ray of light of the setting sun fell and the night fell.

The sycamore tree stood silently in the night by the clouds, and only the evening breeze gently brushed across its leaves, making a rustling sound.

It did not respond.

Su Qinwu was not surprised and asked it again: "You once had the opportunity to go to the Holy Land, right? I can see... your strength at the heyday was already greater than that of a demigod. Did you not leave because there was a Qingluan who wanted to protect?"

Wutong, Yunbian, still did not respond.

Its main trunk seemed to move slightly.

Su Qinwu understood: "Is it still there?"

Another gust of wind blew, and the leaves of the sycamore tree swayed.

Su Qinwu sighed: "But I don't quite agree with you feeding back its offspring by overdrawing your body. In my eyes—"

She looked at the trunk, and every word was low and clear: "Only strong enough can you truly protect the person you want to protect."

She raised her hand and pointed to the sky: "If I were a demigod, let alone protecting a Qingluan, it would be easy to protect the entire Qingluan clan; if I were a god, let alone protecting the entire Qingluan clan, it would not be difficult for me to let them all ascend, right?"

Su Qinwu was very tempted: "You can become stronger first so that they can become stronger; if you accompany them in the quagmire, the result can only be to sink together with them in the quagmire. Is this the result you hope?"

Yunbian Wutong fell silent again.

Su Qinwu asked it: "I have a way to get rid of the quagmire and ascend to the sanctuary. Are you interested?"

The leaves of the sycamore tree by the clouds rustled, forming a sentence: "What do you want?"

Su Qinwu smiled slightly: "I want you."

Wutong by the cloud: "..."

It did not answer again, and Su Qinwu was busy using her spiritual sense to monitor Ye Ling, nor did she ask it to answer immediately.

Su Qinwu didn't expect that in just half an hour, it was the time for her and Wutong to survive and die.

Su Qinwu leaned against the tree trunk, her mouth was bleeding wildly, but the corners of her lips raised a curve: "Senior Wutong, please leave the quagmire first and then pull me."

Rumble!

As if responding to her words, the earth trembled violently.

Rumble!

All buildings shattered in the loud noises, and the sycamore trees by the clouds gradually became smaller and smaller in the loud noises.

The ancient and vast waves rippled with the sycamore tree as the center. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and layers of robbery clouds condensed in the air. In a blink of an eye, purple lightning thunder fell from the sky and slashed hard on the sycamore tree beside the clouds!

The sycamore by the clouds begins to overcome the tribulation!

The thunder tribulation that breaks through the demigod is the only and largest thunder tribulation in the 19th Fengyun Realm.

When the thunder disaster came, it was affected within a radius of 1,000 meters.

No matter whether it is a human or a demon nearby, they can only flee in a hurry.

Except Su Qinwu.

She can no longer run.

However, before the thunder tribulation came, the ancient and vast sycamore aura had already quietly enveloped her.

She leaned on the roots of the sycamore tree, her snow-colored skin was covered with blood, and her figure was so thin in front of the main trunk of the sycamore tree that covered the sky and the sun, but it was unignorable, just like the spirit of the sycamore tree.

When the deafening thunder passed, the sycamore beside the clouds that covered the sky and the sun had disappeared.

Only a white-haired figure was shrouded in the light falling from the sky.

Su Qinwu fell out of the bright light and was immediately caught by her hands.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Su Qinwu: "Thank you, child."

As she raised her hand, a pure green light fell into Su Qinwu's body. Su Qinwu's body, which was almost exhausted by the oil lamp, suddenly felt like a dead tree in spring. Wherever she went, every inch of flesh and blood, every part of her skin burst into a jade-like brilliance.

Her body was completely healed!

Su Qinwu noticed the severe pain in her body disappeared, opened her eyes, and saw the old man handing a branch to her hand, waved at her, and ascended to heaven in the light of light.

Su Qinwu looked at the branch, then at the old man who rose into the air. Finally remembered something and asked, "What's your name?"

The old man smiled: "My name is Yunwu."

After the words came to an end, Su Qinwu suddenly felt that there was an extra connection with her in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Su Qinwu didn't have the heart to look carefully, because there was suddenly a thunder flashing in the sky, aiming at her.

Yun Wu, who rose to mid-air, was also shocked.

However, the sublimation light is irreversible.

What she wanted to do was to wait until she ascends to the holy realm before coming back.

Su Qinwu's reaction was much faster than Yun Wu, and immediately realized that it was Tiandao who deliberately hid a thunder that should have been slashed to Yun Wu, and then used it to kill Yun Wu after he ascended!

She must be unable to stand the divine thunder that breaks through the demigod.

There is only one way, and that is, to pull Yeling to cushion the back!

No matter how cruel the way of heaven is, it is impossible to kill the son of luck he chose.

Unless, it intends to replace people.

Just as Su Qinwu's spiritual sense had found Ye Ling's whereabouts. He was closing his eyes and regulating his breath in a small valley a hundred feet away.

She immediately stepped on the wind and rushed towards Ye Lingfei as the thunder struck.

Rumble!

Thunder slashed heavily, and lightning stormed like a snake dancing, and Su Qinwu hit Ye Ling's body.
Chapter completed!