After these two thunderstorms, Nangong Zhen suddenly looked exhausted. No matter how exquisite the Thunder Storage Formation is, it consumes his own spiritual power. With the power of the flesh to fight against the might of heaven and earth, he has done a good job.

The clouds in the sky only slowly gathered and tangled, but there was no further movement for a long time. But everyone knows that the next one is the most terrifying god thunder. There were many immortals who had successfully crossed the tribulation and believed that the power of this divine thunder was even higher than that of the last heavenly thunder.

The special feature of the Zhushen Thunder is also that the other thunderstorms test the supernatural powers, Dharma bodies, and even the wealth of the people who have crossed the tribulation, but the Zhushen Thunder is the thunder that cannot be prevented and avoided, and it is directed at the heart;

This Divine Thunder is a test of the Dao Heart!

Nangong Zhen's face was as calm as a pool of stagnant water at this time, and he actually had time to reach into his arms and take a small ivory-colored gourd and hold it in his arms.

She recognized this gourd as Nangong Zhen's little gourd that served wine on the island in the middle of the lake that day. Is he going to learn Guanyin to sit? Ning Xiaoxian thought wildly in his heart. Nangong Zhen's expression was too peaceful, as peaceful as an old man who was about to die, which made her feel a bad premonition.

At this moment, Nangong Zhen glanced in her direction.

At a glance, it seemed to penetrate time and space and saw her face. Chang Tian was shocked: "It turns out that he found you early in the morning." ”

Nangong Zhen's gaze immediately swept over quietly. Half an hour later. He slowly closed his eyes.

After a quarter of an hour, the clouds closed in the air, and a purple-red lightning swooped down. There was no sound, no muffled, no thunderbolt, but it was faster than any previous thunderbolt. Ning Xiaoxian seemed to hear a light sigh from Changtian in his ears, and then saw this small, delicate, and paper-thin purple lightning, which directly hit Nangong Zhen's eyebrows.

Everyone waited with bated breath.

Ten breaths passed.

A cup of tea passed.

A stick of incense time has passed.

Nangong Zhen was still sitting in place like a clay wood carving, and the peaceful expression on his face remained unchanged.

It seemed that after a long time, Chang Cai said in a low voice: "He has not resisted this divine thunder." It's already sitting in place. "The most terrifying thing about the catastrophe is that after the tribulation fails, the body and spirit are destroyed. Although the Divine Thunder is special, it did not damage Nangong Zhen's body. But his divine soul has been annihilated, and he has been annihilated between heaven and earth, and he can't even be reincarnated.

Ning Xiaoxian opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. A faint ache suddenly crept up on the tip of his heart. The old man was sitting cross-legged on the campfire a few days ago, talking and laughing with her. mediated the relationship between Bai Qing and her, but at this moment, it has passed away silently and forever. Human life is really so fragile, even if it has an earth-shattering power, it is still like an ant in front of the Heavenly Dao, and it will be killed if it is killed.

She endured the discomfort in her heart and gave Tu Duan a look and jumped down the tree gently. Now some viewers have realized that Nangong Zhendu has failed, but they have not left, but are lying quietly in place. Experiencing the power of heaven and earth will be of great benefit to them in their future practice.

Ning Xiaoxian stepped on the ground with both feet. There was a slight movement in my heart, as if something was calling to me. She reached out and stroked the soft grass, and sure enough, a small bag seemed to be waiting here, gently and deftly sliding into her palm.

She remained silent, called Qizai, and flew away with Tu Du.

Nangong Zhen was already dead, and the clouds of calamity circled for half an hour before gradually dissipating into nothingness, walking as quickly as they came.

The place is back to the sun, but the wild valley is a mess under the bright skylight. The original beauty of the paradise is now replaced by scorched earth and black gravel, and the ground that has been struck by lightning, some of the sand and gravel have even crystallized, shining dimly in the sun.

At this time, the people from Guangcheng Palace, who were waiting on the side, pounced on him, kowtowed respectfully in front of Nangong Zhen's body, and cried. No matter what the reason for this head to endure the Six Heavenly Tribulations, he has worked hard for Guangcheng Palace for hundreds of years, and he has devoted almost everything he has, and his subordinates are all grateful to Dade.

It's just that why didn't Nangong Zhen hand over his relics to the doorman, but left them to Ning Xiaoxian?

Ning Xiaoxian instructed Qizai to fly far, far away, and then turned over and entered the Divine Demon Prison.

In front of her and Changtian were the items poured out of the bag: a small gourd, a jade slip, an antique token, a swarthy wood, and a crumpled note.

There was only one sentence on the note: "Little girl, I know you're here." Do me a favor and hand over the gourd to the master of the Thousand Golden Hall, and hand over the jade slip and token to the head of Chaoyun Sect. I've written all the reasons in the jade slip, and you can read it if you want to. This lightning strike should be the payment I paid you. The handwriting was sloppy, obviously Nangong Zhen wrote it in a hurry, but the meaning was relaxed, Ning Xiaoxian seemed to see him sitting in front of him after reading it, talking freely, how could there be half a bit of panic before death?

He actually has this mind to talk and laugh to death. After Changtian finished reading it, he whispered for a while: "This is a masterpiece." ”

This little gourd was held in Nangong Zhen's arms just now, and I don't know when he put it in his bag. He is good at using earthy supernatural powers, and these things are transmitted from the ground, just because the gods are unaware. And there was a smoky smell coming from the black wood, apparently freshly baked lightning-struck wood. She stroked it lightly and found that this piece of wood was still alive! Thinking of the big tree beside her when Nangong Zhen crossed the tribulation, it was not difficult to guess that this was the little bit of the tree left by the big tree that was almost knocked into ashes just now.

Lightning strike wood is a good thing, itself has the effect of cutting evil and warding off the easy, after so many heavy catastrophes of lightning strike wood, the value is even more difficult to estimate, if it is handed over to the refining master, the refining of the magic weapon will definitely have a miraculous effect.

This old man has never been willing to owe favors, so he roasted a few small squid for him to eat, and he gave Qizi a piece of mending stone; this time it was the same, but he wanted to run errands and send two things to others, so he gave her a piece of lightning strike wood.

He always makes such a loss-making deal. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh, but as soon as the smile appeared, tears appeared in her eyes. Changtian sighed softly, helped her into his arms, and gently stroked her back.

He knew her. Ning Xiaoxian has been fatherless and motherless since he was a child, and since he embarked on the road to the west, he has only been by his side. He can give her love and comfort between men and women, but he is not her elder after all, and he doesn't want to be her elder. Most of the immortal cultivators are arrogant, so after she met Nangong Zhen, who was kind to people, she invisibly became close to him. Now that Nangong is really dead, this empathy has no sustenance, and it can't help but turn into tears.

Ning Xiaoxian leaned quietly in his arms and was sad for a while, before he took the jade slip from Changtian's hand and immersed himself in his divine sense. The more she read, the more surprised and joyful she became. In this darkness, Changtian's eyes flashed with a faint golden light, which also seemed to contain joy.

Nangong Zhen left several last words in the jade slip.

Since White Tiger and Yin Jiuyou escaped from Yuhu Peak, he has not been able to catch Yin Jiuyou out of Guangcheng Palace. There were too many low-level disciples in this sect, and there were thousands of guests who came to watch the ceremony, many of whom were in danger of being possessed. Just escaped before he crossed the catastrophe, these two people planned a yang scheme, but he had to be in it, because of what he had done many years ago, there was a demon in his heart, and recently he was worried about Guangcheng Palace, and it was difficult to drive away the demons in the past two days, and it was even more dangerous to cross the catastrophe with such a mentality.

He was not stupid, and he quickly figured out Yin Jiuyou's intention to stay in Guangcheng Palace. However, he didn't have much time left, and he was not sure about the tribulation, so he hoped that Ning Xiaoxian would hand over the token to his best friend, Bai Qing, the head of Chaoyun Sect. If Yin Jiu's treacherous plan succeeds, he hopes that Bai Qing can hold the door token and go to Guangcheng Palace to punish the evil and correct the position. This token is made of Donghai Jinghong wood, and it bears the imprint left by the heads of previous dynasties, which cannot be imitated or replaced.

That little gourd is also a precious magic weapon, but now it is not filled with wine, but something else that is ten thousand times more precious - the Divine Thunder!

Nangong Zhen knew that he was already full of demons in his heart, and he was afraid that the fifty-third tribulation thunder would not be able to pass, so he simply used his spiritual power as a guide and his physical body as a guide, and gathered all the power of the slashed divine thunder in this small gourd!

"The hall master of the Thousand Golden Hall has long ago summoned the monks and demons who are about to cross the catastrophe, hoping that they can intercept the power of the Divine Thunder as much as possible and collect it in the gourd and hand it over to him. This gourd was sent by the master of the Qianjin Hall, the material is unknown, but it can hold the extraordinary thing that can hold the god thunder. Everyone else can only intercept a star and a half, but unlike me, they simply use the flesh as a guide and directly take in all the Divine Thunder. ”

The reason why he can do this is because the master of the Qianjin Hall clearly said that the purpose of collecting the Divine Thunder is to refine the magic weapon to deal with the Yin Nine Shadows.

When she saw this, she couldn't help but be surprised, and glanced at Changtian. Yin Jiu You is the ancestor of soul cultivation, and ordinary Thunder Prison can't even help him. But what about the Divine Thunder in the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation? This divine thunder specializes in hitting the divine soul, can he also survive it?

The hall master of Qianjintang didn't know what the origin was, but his thinking should be very correct. And the humans or monsters who can cultivate to the tribulation period are not loose cultivators, and most of them have also learned the secrets of the medieval war more than 10,000 years ago from their respective sects, and they know the Yin Jiu Youqi people, so they also happily agreed. As far as Nangong Zhen knew, the hall master of Qianjin Hall had already accumulated thirty-five such gourds in his hands, and if you count the one he sacrificed his life to save, it would be a full thirty-six.

But Ning Xiaoxian's question came again: the hall master of the Qianjin Hall had already begun to collect the Divine Thunder long before Yin Jiu Yu got out of trouble. Could it be that he had already known that the Yin Jiu Youhui would escape from the Jade Wat Peak in advance? This matter was really incredible. (To be continued......)

PS: The old man of Nangong has returned~