Wu Yi had vaguely guessed from the few words he had just pointed to the sky and scolded him that the various illusions that appeared in the eruption of the heavenly fire just now were not groundless, but the heavenly thunder robbery that Song Qingmu triggered when he broke through the Spirit Crossing Realm and advanced to the Divine Condensation Realm, which inadvertently interfered with the cultivation of the white-bearded old man.

Because the Flame Mountain Secret Realm will only be opened once every hundred years, and when it is opened, the old man with the white beard is likely to be in retreat and cultivate, and the probability of being able to meet it is very low, and there are even fewer disciples who choose to break through the advanced level in the secret realm, the old man with the white beard naturally thought that this heavenly punishment was coming at him, interrupting his cultivation, so he was furious and burst out with such an amazing might.

All living beings, if they want to reach the realm of enlightenment, they must go through the Nine Heavenly Tribulations, this most basic rule is applicable everywhere, the heavenly fire does not come out of thin air, but also evolves through a long period of cultivation and sedimentation, so the number of times the white-bearded old man has been struck by thunder, compared to the two of them, I don't know how many times more, his heart has long been full of resentment, and at this moment, it is clear that the time for the punishment of heaven has not come, but suddenly thunder fell, his cultivation was interrupted, and his hundred years of hard work were in vain, and he naturally had no place to spread the fire in his belly.

If the white-bearded old man realized that the punishment of heaven was coming because of Song Qingmu's breakthrough and advancement, he was afraid that they would be burned to ashes in a few minutes, so he quickly stood on the same front with him, pushed the black cauldron to God, won a little sympathy, and then made the next step.

"You two stinky dolls, how can you have a grudge with the thief, it's just a bunch of nonsense, bullshit, it's still burned, burned clean, burned Lisuo, and will cause trouble to Lao Tzu in the future. The white-bearded old man didn't seem to have much patience, and after hearing this, he shook his beard, still trying to put them to death, and when he was in his prime, he could only blame the two brothers for not having good luck.

Wu Yi saw that the situation was not right, and said with a feeling: "Senior, take a good look at it, I was almost split by the thunder, and I went deep into this place just to find a new opportunity, restore my strength, and pull down this unreasonable thief, and say it well, why should he split whoever he wants?"

This sentence reached the heart of the white-bearded old man, and it also successfully attracted his attention, his gaze stayed on Wu Yi's body for a moment, and sure enough, he showed a puzzled look, and muttered to himself: "Strange, really strange, there is indeed a remnant of the power of heavenly thunder, this seems to be unreasonable! With this kid's cultivation, how can it be possible to trigger heavenly punishment?"

"When has this thief ever been reasonable? If you say that you will split, you will have nowhere to hide, and you will be so aggrieved. Wu Yi said as he spoke, his eyes were red, and he was almost about to shed tears of grievance.

Song Qingmu is not stupid, he immediately learned and behaved, and made a bitter appearance full of grievances, but his performance kung fu was still too much worse than Wu Yi, puffing out his cheeks, and his face was flushed, but he couldn't squeeze out a single tear, but fortunately, the white-bearded Laozi's attention had been attracted by Wu Yi, and he didn't pay much attention to his reaction, otherwise he would be completely exposed after a little exploration.

"Who says it's not? It's so unreasonable, little brother, tell me, what's going on? You are so ordinary, how can you be targeted by thieves?" The white-bearded old man was having a stomach full of complaints and had no place to vent, and finally met a guy who had the same disease as him, so he naturally wanted to complain about the bitterness and withdraw the heavenly fire, the coercion dissipated instantly, the god of death passed by them, and everything returned to calm.

Through the expression and language of the white-bearded old man, Wu Yi had already guessed his mental activities, thought of his purpose, and quickly came up with an extremely bold idea, and said with an unfathomable face: "This matter, I'm afraid it will start from more than a thousand years ago, I'm afraid that my predecessors are not so patient and listen to me so much gossip." ”

"More than a thousand years ago, what do you mean? You say you say, Lao Tzu has time, come and sit here, don't be in a hurry, speak slowly. Where did the white-bearded old man meet a master storyteller like Wu Yi, who was aroused by this huge suspense, and pulled them to sit down on the stone table at the entrance of the cave, staring at them, full of interest, and even his anger dissipated invisibly.

"Hey......" Wu Yi frowned, let out a long sigh, his eyes fluttered, as if he had returned to the distant past, and said leisurely: " At that time, I was still an ordinary Terran monk, always believing that the way of heaven is endless, and the manpower is endless, and I have been concentrating on cultivation in order to achieve the realm of enlightenment of great enlightenment, which can break through the delusion and be free, but who would have thought that when I cultivated to the realm of the god king, I was about to impact the final extreme realm, and I was unexpectedly lowered the ninefold heavenly punishment, and I was beaten back to my original form, and every time I broke through, I had to suffer from thunder bombardment, hovering on the edge of life and death all the time, hundreds of years of cultivation were ruined, and endless time was wasted in vain！”

Song Qingmu was dumbfounded when he heard it on the side, this cowhide was about to burst, can he say the past? Looking at Wu Yi's unwilling and sad expression, he really admired it from the bottom of his heart, but he was also secretly worried, and he didn't know how Wu Yi justified himself.

"What, you have actually experienced the Nine Heavenly Punishments, it's impossible!" The white-bearded old man really looked skeptical, after all, Wu Yi looked only in his twenties, and his cultivation was still in the early stage of the Condensation Realm, and what he said was 108,000 miles away.

Wu Yi's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled indifferently: "Hehe...... Seeing my predicament today, it is reasonable for my predecessors to have doubts, but for thousands of years, in order to fight against the Heavenly Tribulation, I have thoroughly understood many secret techniques such as refining weapons and alchemy, and I can barely count it as a proof if I drop these few things!"

As he spoke, his mind moved, the Heavenly Halberd, the Golden Ding, the Fire God Furnace, two artifacts, and a holy weapon were all placed in front of the white-bearded old man.

"Tsk...... Tut-tut...... Sure enough, they are all treasures, it seems that you are really not mortal, I have lost my eyes, brother, after so many years, you ...... You have been wronged. The white-bearded old man circled around these treasures a few times, amazed, and finally his eyes were moist, he took Wu Yi's hand, and said excitedly.

"I'm rubbing, you kid is really a foolish king of the past and the present, and the deity is completely convinced. The ruffian dragon was silent for a long time, and he couldn't help but sigh.