"Back back!" Song Qianji turned his head and shouted.

He must pass the tribulation immediately.

I don't want something to happen, but I still come.

Wei Ping refused to leave: "I'm you protecting the Dharma!"

Song Qianji blocked Lin Feiyuan's sword for him, and said that he was injured in flesh, but his shoulder wound was still bleeding. Who knows what the injury was and whether he was holding on?

Ji Chen showed that he had never been tough before and forced Wei Ping away:

"Believe in Brother Song! You want to go over and fight against thunder for him, and he still wants to protect you!"

Thunder tribulation is a test of the way of heaven. Ignoring any protective array is also a gift of the way of heaven, which contains energy.

When monks pass through tribulation after leaving the empire, they mostly choose Feng Shui treasure land to facilitate the absorption of spiritual energy, and there are also masters or family elders who protect the Dharma.

For those with stronger family background, take "Body Refining Pill" in advance to increase their resistance to thunder. Then take "Thunder-Crafting Pill" to absorb the energy from the thunder tribulation as much as possible and temper the meridians.

They were also struck by lightning, and some people's epidermis bleed, but they were reborn and made a smoother breakthrough next time.

Some people used all their magic weapons and barely survived the thunder tribulation, but they were injured. Apart from breaking through the realm, they did not get any benefit.

How much you can absorb from the thunder tribulation depends on the root and bone talents of the person who passes the tribulation, the experience of the guardian, and the luck.

Looking up at the Thunder Tribulation Cloud, everyone's faces turned pale and their souls trembled. This is the deterrence of the power of heaven on monks, such as earthquakes and tsunamis that intimidate mortals.

Ji Chen opened his mouth: "How could this be so? The thunder clouds when my uncle was born were not so powerful!"

The entire Qianqu County is shrouded in the sky.

The whole Tianxizhou observes this disaster together.

Thousands of monks walked out of the cave, out of the palace, gathered in open areas such as the top of the mountain and the roof, and used their spiritual energy to look around.

The merciful person rides on the flying sword and sees further.

"Who is the ancestor who has overcome the tribulation?"

"The lightning is light purple, and this person's bone age is still light. Whose juniors survive the tribulation?"

"Such awesome, is Ye Manjushri in Tianxizhou?"

"No, this is the Golden Pill Tribulation, the clouds are in the direction of Qianqu County!"

On Huawei Mountain, flying swords are like forests.

Xuyun‌The man sat upright in the Qiankun Palace, his face was even more gloomy than the thunder clouds.

Calculate the day, today's assassination day.

Song Qianji did not die, but wanted to overcome the tribulation.

Deep in the Zhao family's ancestral home, a sigh of cunning sounded.

Zhao Taiji knew why Zu sighed. If the assassination failed, Lin Feiyuan would definitely die.

He didn't dare to enter the house, stood in the snow-covered courtyard, almost turned into a snowman, raised his head and said hatefully, "I just hope he has been seriously injured and has no power to bear the disaster."

Song Qianji was used to being forced to withstand in his previous life and was not afraid at this time.

His face was as deep as water, his hands were raised, changing rapidly, forming a seal, and shouting, "Come!"

The thunder was accumulated, purple lightning flashed, black clouds cracked into gaps, and a purple lightning column that penetrated the sky and the earth formed.

The thunder sounded so loudly. After hitting the Song submarine aircraft, the entire Qianqufang might have an earthquake.

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

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

Ji Xingyun raised his spiritual energy and directed the evacuation loudly:

"There are assassins inside, all of them are monks. They are very powerful. Don't go in..."

"Song Xianguan was assassinated and we ran away. What should he do?" Liu Carpenter suddenly asked.

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

"Kill the assassin and protect the Song Xianguan!"

The crowd was excited. Si Gong Tie Sanniu shouted: "Ji Xian‌, take us back!"

"Ah?" Ji Xing was startled: "Sthorn, the assassin has been subjugated!"

When building rivers and farming, they are more honest and willing to work harder than the other. Who would have thought that this momentum suddenly erupted?

The sky suddenly darkened, clouds gathered, purple lightning flashed, and the pressure was majestic.

The Qianqu people had never seen such a shocking vision, as if they had drained all their strength by just one glance.

Ji Xingxi said: "The thunder tribulation is coming, Senior Brother Song is going to overcome the tribulation! Don't go in, let him make a breakthrough!"

Someone shouted to the sky: "Song Xianguan is a good person, he shouldn't be struck by lightning!"

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

Ji Xing couldn't laugh and cry: "This is a thunder tribulation, it's a good thing."

Song Qianji raised his head.

Huge ‌purple electric light column descends.

It was a drop or a chop, but there was no sound.

Song Qianji's expression changed, and he watched the lightning fall, but a layer of lightning rose from his body to form a protective cover to separate the lightning.

The golden light shield seems to be warm, and the thunder pillars from the sky melt rapidly like snow. In it, strands of purple smoke penetrate the barrier, like sweet rain and thin snow, gently falling on his body, shoulders, face, through the epidermis, through flesh and blood, nourishing every bone and every meridian.

"The golden light of merit protects the body!" Wei Ping exclaimed.

"Isn't that a legend in the book?" Ji Chen was still stunned. At the last moment, he felt that Song Qianji was about to be chopped to death, and at the next moment, the bright and golden light rose.

Legend has it that in ancient times, those with virtue, those with virtue protect their bodies with golden light and thunder will be fully protected without any harm.

Song Qianji put down his hands in a daze, and the spiritual dew in his meridians gathered towards the purple palace, condensing into a rapidly rotating golden elixir.

The golden elixir continues to grow, breaking through the early stage of the golden elixir, the middle stage of the golden elixir, the late stage of the golden elixir, and the great perfection of the golden elixir.

He is more confused than a confused mortal.

"boom!"

The pressure all over his body burst out, and the elixir was broken into a baby!

The Nascent Soul quickly absorbs energy from the thunder, shining brightly, constantly changing.

Song Qianji came back to his senses, hurriedly stabilized his breath, and pressed his strength to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

The lightning finally dissipated, and the black catastrophe clouds changed color and turned into colorful clouds all over the sky.

The strong wind became gentle, and there seemed to be a musical sound in the wind.

"Senior Brother Song actually broke two disasters in a row!"

Wei Ping, Ji Chen and others rushed over. Song Qianji breathed a sigh of relief surrounded by everyone. He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly the clean bottle in his body fluctuated violently.

The power of absorbing the sky thunder, the Immortal Spring suddenly surged out, instantly pulling his spiritual sense into the purple mansion.

There was an anxious and exclaiming sound in my ears, and Song Qianji fell backwards.

I closed my eyes and only had one thought: I was careless, Immortal Spring came to mess with me too.

...

Song Qianji stood on a golden wheat field.

The sun is bright, the breeze blows by, and the wheat waves roll, like dreams and fantasy.

Song Qianji laughed at himself: "No."

The most treasures of heaven and earth are precious because they can not only attack and heal, but also open up "boundary areas" for monks.

The Song submarine aircraft was jointly hunted down in the previous life because of a rumor that broke out in unknown places:

It is rumored that he will use the Immortal Spring in the Pure Bottle to create a small world, where he is the Creator and the Lord, regardless of his life or death.

Once Qingtianshu died and obeyed his people, he would put them into his realm as a slave. There was only one way to die against him.

People do not believe in a disgraceful mud legs, and save the world.

The boundary of Song Qianji is now just a phantom in the purple palace, constantly fluctuating.

After the "boundary" is solidified, it manifests itself, forms its own world, and creates the rules.

What a powerful force and power.

Song Qianji lay in the wheat field, squinting his eyes to the illusory sunshine.

"In ancient books, the realm of the Qianqu King is a chess scale, and the sky is a plate star is a piece of the son..."

"Legendary Xian Jianchen's realm is a sword forest, with thousands of swords and white bones everywhere..."

"In the long river of time, the realm after Wei Zhenyu transformed into God is a sea of ​​fire, fierce and fierce, burning all things."

"If I fight with someone, I will put the realm out, wow, a piece of wheat, won't the enemy laugh at me? Is this appropriate? Is it reasonable?"

Song Qianji sneered three times, and the Jing Bottle shook slightly, and the Immortal Spring's divine power burst out.

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

Song Qianji wiped his face: "You are still getting angry with me! You can't just ask?"
Chapter completed!