Chapter I

Heaven and earth thunder, wind and clouds change.

The low, heavy clouds churned, the dark tide was turbulent, mixed with a faint electric light, but it never fell, only the dull thunder leaked out of the thick clouds from time to time.

Under the huge thunderstorm, the five thunder arrays on the ground floated faintly, and the lightning flashed, enveloping one person in it.

Within a radius of 100 miles, all the spirits retreated, lest they be touched by the power of this thunderous thousand, so they only dared to watch from afar and take a glimpse of the immortal demeanor.

In the formation, Xie Weijun has been sitting quietly for three days, the aura in his body is running, his hands are kneading the magic trick, the electric light around his body is surging, and the purple qi is rising. It seemed to be silent all around, and there seemed to be thousands of people whispering, and the thunder in the clouds came faintly, Xie Weijun only closed his eyes and ignored it, even if he was in the center of this thunder tribulation that threatened the power of heaven and earth, he was still immovable, and he didn't dare to have the slightest distraction in his heart. In the dantian, the Yuan Infant hugged his knees into a group, surrounded by aura, and constantly poured into the Yuan Baby's body, inextricably linked, endless. Hold your breath and wait for the thunderstorm to strike.

Suddenly, the clouds in the air seemed to burst open, emitting dazzling electric light, and in an instant, a lightning bolt accompanied by a thunderous explosion slashed towards Xie Weijun on the ground. As the first thunder tribulation landed, as if it had kicked off, ten thousand thunderbolts roared down, almost without giving people the opportunity to react, and smashed towards Xie Weijun with surging aura.

The five thunder formations on the ground burst out with a burst of purple light, the formations ran wildly, and an invisible prohibition rose in an instant, and the thunderbolts falling from the air smashed on the formations one after another, and the thunderbolts were deafening.

In the formation, Xie Weijun's body was surrounded by brilliance, his long hair was windless and automatic, his white robe clothes were flying, and the spiritual trick on his hands was changing rapidly, and the spiritual power in his body was running rapidly.

The thunder is getting stronger and stronger, and Xie Weijun's body has already become a piece of black ash, and there is no grass.

Xie Weijun's brows furrowed, beads of sweat were faintly oozing from his forehead, and he only gritted his teeth secretly and insisted, urging the aura in his body to run for eleven weeks in an instant, shooting into Yuan Ying's body like a sharp arrow.

I don't know how long it has been, and suddenly the thunder stopped, and the ten thousand thunder tribulations that were as dense as the rain of arrows a moment ago suddenly disappeared. Xie Weijun's eyebrows were tightly locked, his clothes were already soaked with sweat, and there was a scorched earth all around, and the sixteen immortal spirit stones in the four corners of the five thunder arrays also exhausted the last trace of spiritual power with the cessation of thunder, and burst one by one.

Everything seemed to be quiet, and the deafening thunder was rolling, and at this time there was no sound, and there was not a trace of living things.

Xie Weijun's heart suddenly flashed, and he looked up at the thunder clouds, only to see a huge thunder like a pillar, carrying the power of destroying the world and destroying the earth, silently slashing in front of him.

Xie Weijun only felt that countless divine senses were all stuffed into his brain in an instant, and before he had time to think about it, a flash of inspiration flashed on Yuan Ying's body, and a purple light shot out, and the natal magic weapon had already flown into the air, catching up with the huge thunder, and was instantly blasted into powder.

The giant thunder was in front of him in an instant, and Xie Weijun spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, and was instantly engulfed by a huge flash.

At this time, earth-shattering thunder sounded, rolling up monstrous waves, dusty and endless, like a whirlpool.

Until the storm stopped, the sand and gravel fell to the ground, and the ground was empty, and there was nothing left.

The cultivators who have crossed the tribulation against the heavens have been destroyed, and their souls are scattered.

Xie Weijun suddenly opened his eyes, his chest rose and fell violently, and he gasped for breath.

The deafening sound of rolling thunder still seemed to echo in his ears, and the sharp pain of being struck by the thunder at the last moment seemed to still be left in his limbs. The spiritual power in his body instantly ran to the limit and then poured out in an instant, and the exhaustion from his bones made him feel tired even in the blink of an eye.

Closing his eyes again, calming his breath carefully, realizing that he was sweating profusely at some point, Xie Weijun raised his hand to wipe it, but found that his limbs were so weak that he couldn't lift half a point.

Wrong!

Xie Weijun opened his eyes again and turned his gaze to look around.

Could it be that the thunder tribulation just now was actually a big dream, otherwise he had been struck by the thunder tribulation, why was he lying here again when he should have been scattered?

Xie Weijun looked around, only to see that he was in a clean room, the furnishings in the room were extremely simple, only a table and a stool, a big sandalwood bed under him, a low table by the window, a copper basin on a few places, and nothing else.

Xie Weijun frowned, this was not his bedroom, not even anywhere he had been.

Secretly pranayama was combined, but Xie Weijun was shocked to find that the spiritual power in his body was almost dry, and his meridians were stagnant.

Xie Weijun was shocked, could it be that he failed to cross the catastrophe, and he was actually scattered with his cultivation? !

Xie Weijun forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, forcibly urged his spiritual power, and his whole body was painful like a knife, but the spiritual power that usually operated freely was sluggish and immovable.

Xie Weijun only felt a chill coming out of his heart, he had been cultivating for more than 500 years, which was comparable to the cultivation of the Mahayana period, and he was dissipated in such a way?

He closed his eyes, only to feel that his eyes were dry, and his heart was beating like a drum, and he couldn't accept such an ending.

He struggled to sit up from the bed, and despite the weakness of his limbs, he got up and got out of bed, but his legs were weak and fell out of bed.

A burst of pain came, but he didn't know it, he was about to stagger and stand up again, but he suddenly looked at his hand on the ground and was stunned.

It was a bloodless white hand, with slender knuckles and neatly trimmed nails. It was undoubtedly a pair of beautiful hands, but it was unusually unfamiliar.

This is by no means your own hands!

Moving his gaze up along the hand, and then looking at the unfamiliar robe on his body, and the hair that slipped down his shoulders, Xie Weijun couldn't help but panic, and a strange feeling floated in his heart. Remembering the sense of incongruity that I had felt faintly since I first woke up, an incredible thought came to me.

Xie Weijun raised his hand in disbelief and touched his face, the unfamiliar feeling made his heart sink to the bottom.

It's definitely not his own body.

Ignoring the pain on his body, Xie Weijun struggled to pounce on the copper basins on the shelves on several sides. The shelf shook by his movements, and the water in the basin stirred, and gradually subsided, reflecting a strange face little by little.

That face is not ugly, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, a straight nose and thin lips, a thin and indifferent face, with the ripples of water, it gradually becomes clear, but it is thin and pale, with a heavy and lifeless air, but it is by no means the appearance that Xie Weijun is familiar with.

What the hell is going on? Xie Weijun was shocked, could it be that he still couldn't escape the fate of being killed by the thunderstorm, but he didn't know why his soul had entered his current body? Or had someone cast some spell that made him what he was now? If so, where was he now? Who was this body that he had taken away?

Xie Weijun thought about it, and was busy concentrating inward, only to see a golden pill in his dantian qi sea slowly spinning, and his spiritual power was weak and dim.

Xie Weijun chuckled again in his heart. Busy and holding his breath, he sank into the sea of knowledge, and his heart was as cold as pouring a bucket of ice water.

He was originally an extremely rare single-lineage thunder spirit root, with excellent qualifications, and practiced hard, reaching the Mahayana stage in only more than 500 years. If it weren't for being pressed by the senior brother who was also a single-lineage Lei Linggen, such a qualification could be said to be unique in the entire Yunlan Realm. And now that I don't know why I have entered such a body, not to mention that my body is weak and weak, I only have a small cultivation in the early stage of Jindan, not to mention the qualifications of this wood and fire dual spiritual root, which is very different from my previous self.

Xie Weijun was almost desperate in his heart, just the qualifications of this dual spiritual root basically doomed him to have no hope of ascending to immortal in the future. It's like a pair of invisible hands drawing a frame on the top of his head, if there is no great opportunity in this life, if he has a heaven to refine the void and cultivate in the period of integration, he has no chance with the immortal path.

I don't know why I'm in this situation, I don't know where I'm and what I'm going to do next. Xie Weijun's face was cloudy, and he sat on the ground in a daze, not remembering to get up for a while.

Xie Weijun's mind was chaotic, thinking that maybe his life should not be extinguished, so a wisp of divine consciousness escaped from the thunder tribulation and possessed people, so he escaped with his life. On the other hand, I thought about where in this world could there be such a thing? Could it be that someone wanted to harm him, secretly tricked him, and now he didn't even have his own body, so that his cultivation was regressive, and his qualifications were mediocre, and his cultivation of immortals was hopeless. If so, what is the intention?

With so many things to do, I just felt my head banging, and I didn't know what to do.

I don't know how long it took to hear a sound of footsteps outside the door, the voice was light, and I knew that the person who came was petite.

Xie Weijun looked up, and then he heard the footsteps and stopped at the door, and then the wooden door was pushed open, and a little boy walked in, saw him sitting on the ground, and exclaimed, "Real person, why are you sitting on the ground?"