Mu Jun squatted on the stone platform, very distressed, and looked at each other with the pangolin that reappeared at the entrance of the cave after the burst charm. From time to time, the pangolin twitched its nose and sniffed the smell of blood swimming in the air, and Mu Jun could see that it was restless, but he was reluctant to leave, staring at the corner of the stone platform. Is there anything here that it particularly wants?

If she couldn't set up a spiritual planting array, Mu Jun couldn't hide her whereabouts, so she went back to the original stone platform and brought the pangolin back by the way. The pangolin did not resist this, as if it also knew that it could not resist, and was always in a state of suspended animation in Mu Jun's hands.

Two days passed, except for the occasional twitching little feet, the pangolin was still wearing a dead suit, and Mu Jun felt that he did have some difficulty in strengthening the pangolin, so he let it go. Looking at the figure that disappeared from the entrance of the cave, Mu Jun pursed the corners of his mouth, and his divine sense separated a wisp and still followed it.

Sure enough, the pangolin returned to the stone platform next door, circled along the stone platform, and then returned to the cave to continue its burrowing business. Mu Jun wondered, could it be that the thing that attracted it on the stone platform was gone?

Mu Jun's divine consciousness flew to the stone platform with the spirit plant, and after two breaths, the spirit plant sprouted and drew vines, and after three breaths, the spirit plant formed in formation. Mu Jun was shocked, does that mean that there were people or things on that stone platform a few days ago, could it be that he was cultivating here? Mu Jun was entangled for a few days, considering that if there were really people or things, since he left quietly, he didn't want to be disturbed, although he was a little depressed, it was better than meeting someone who was not good.

One moonlit night, Mu Jun's divine consciousness wandered along the vines all over the mountains, and the deep valley that had been quiet for many years welcomed an uninvited guest. Mu Jun looked at the person sitting cross-legged on the edge of the deep pool, and said silently: It's been a long time, second senior brother!

The second senior brother sat cross-legged on the edge of the deep pool for a month, when Mu Jun first saw him, his heart was still a little excited, and he wrote thousands of manuscripts in his heart, how to get acquainted with him, how to borrow his heart's blood from him...... After hesitating for a few days, he slowly remembered that he and he were enemies of life and death, so he put out his thoughts.

Half a year has passed, one day at dusk, the wind and clouds over the deep pool converged with lightning and thunder, and the sedentary second senior brother took out the long knife behind his back and stood with a pillar knife. Mu Jun realized that this guy was here to cross the catastrophe, and Mu Jun wanted to give him the middle finger. Mu Jun estimated the scope of the cloud robbery and found that she was barely outside the range of being slaughtered, so in order not to alarm the second senior brother, she decided to endure it.

In the middle of the night, the clouds piled up, and countless lightning bolts swam among them, illuminating the deep valley. The first thunderbolt slashed down, and instantly split the second senior brother into nakedness, in fact, Mu Jun wanted to laugh at that moment, but in the next moment, when she saw the second senior brother's shaking body, she was alert that something was wrong......

When the third thunder struck down, the second senior brother lay on the ground, and Mu Jun was sure that he should have used the secret method of forcibly improving his cultivation, which is why Ning Ying would be so difficult. When the fourth thunderbolt came down, the second senior brother who was lying on the ground turned over and ran towards the stone wall. Mu Jun wanted to close his eyes after realizing it, but what lingered in his mind was a black slippery strip tossing around in the air, which was too dirty......

Xu is second senior brother's escape annoyed the clouds, the fourth cloud of robbery turned into several paths, surrounded the second senior brother, and finally cracked on his body, Mu Jun watched the second senior brother fall naked three feet away from the stone wall.

Mu Jun looked at the fifth thunderstorm in the sky, and she calculated the chance that she would fly out now and be hacked, which was the same as the chance of staying where she was. She knew the unsealing of the spiritual vein, and prayed in her heart for the punctuality of the thunder.

The fifth thunderbolt slammed on the black charcoal on the ground, Mu Jun was affected in a small area, a small pillar of thunder slammed on her body, instantly making her charcoal, she wanted to express her contempt towards the clouds, but she found that the spiritual power in her body seemed to be smoother, and the melting of the wound's flesh and blood was also slowed down a lot.

Mu Jun's heart moved, anger was originally a fierce thing, but the thunder robbery was a righteous thing in the world, just two by two, so this thunder robbery can dissolve the anger of the gods? Mu Jun pressed the excitement in her heart, even if it was a 1 in 10,000 chance she had to try. Waiting here for many years, this is the only hope, how can she let it go!

Of course, if you go to be struck by Yuanying's thunder, Mu Jun has an eighty or ninety percent chance of being split into ashes, but it is better to die than to sit here all day long, Mu Jun would rather gamble, if it is not successful, she will admit it. Mu Jun showed her figure, she sat cross-legged two feet away from the second senior brother, pinching the trick with both hands, and Jin Dan's spiritual power roamed around her body violently.

The sixth thunderstorm slashed down, there seemed to be a pause, and the thunder split into two, one slashed at the second senior brother who was standing on the ground, and the other slashed at Mu Jun who looked up at the sky stunned, she wouldn't have thought that this thunder could be copied and pasted, the purple thunder turned into a slow motion in Mu Jun's eyes, and the last scene of her consciousness was the purple electric light in the sky......

After dutifully splitting the nine thunderstorms, the two large pits on the ground finally merged into one, and the two charred corpses each occupied one side of the deep pit. The clouds dispersed in the sky, and the morning sun emerged from the horizon to illuminate the night before dawn.

In the corner of the stone platform where Mu Jun was invisible, a man sitting cross-legged in a dark red shirt appeared, he opened his eyes and stared at the two human-shaped cokes in the big pit, silent for a long time. The figure flashed and stood on the edge of the big pit, with layers of dark clothes, hanging on the dirt, but not contaminated with half a cent of dust.

In the deep pit, the corpse carbon of the second senior brother flew out, followed by a rickety long knife, the man took out a silk handkerchief, and threw it at the corpse carbon in the air, and the silk handkerchief instantly became larger and wrapped in the corpse carbon. The long knife hesitated and flew to the man's side, the man slanted his eyes, stretched out a finger towards it with slight disgust, and flicked it lightly, the long knife obediently flew to the silk handkerchief, rolled upward, and wrapped himself in corpse carbon. As soon as the man waved his sleeves, he put the second senior brother wrapped in a silk handkerchief in his sleeve.

The man's gaze fell on the corpse carbon in the pit at his feet, his indifferent eyes were as thick as ink, and he stretched out his fingers and hung on the pit for two breaths. After all, the hand was waved, and the surrounding soil began to move, and in less than five breaths, Mu Jun's corpse was buried in the pit, the ground returned to leveling, and the grass quickly spread on the new soil. Half a moment later, it complemented the surrounding ancient trees, and there was no trace of the lightning that had been struck the night before.

Looking up at the stone platform with interlaced vines, the stone platform was neatly cut off with a wave of his hand, suspended in the air, and after three breaths, it became a stone tablet with interlaced vines, slowly standing on top of the deep pit. The man stood in front of the stele, his consciousness turned into a sharp blade, and on the stele he depicted a woman in a cloud robe with wide sleeves sitting cross-legged, missing half of her shoulder, and the vines on her placket were staggered and lifelike. The inscription reads 'The Nameless Female Cultivator Who Failed to Rub Thunder', and the man looked at the woman on the stone tablet, his fingers touching her cheek, slightly restrained. (To be continued.) )