The Qiankun Mirror did not fall down, but flew up with Zhong Zhen. The aura vortex still existed, but instead of heading towards her body, it was actually towards the Qiankun Mirror below, so that this thing kept flying towards the sky under the situation of no one commanding.

Deterred by the pressure of the impending thunderstorm, in the face of imminent death, Zhong Zhen had infinite trepidation in his heart, with an inexplicable calm that looked at death as if he were at home.

She was still unaware of the strangeness of the mirror.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound came, as if someone had set off a cannon battle, the Qiankun mirror shook violently, and Zhong Zhen's whole person was thrown into the air by the mirror.

She thought to herself, "Let's get the thunder down!"

She didn't realize that the loud noise before came from the Qiankun mirror under her, because her eyes were closed, she also didn't see a smooth figure, from the gap in the right corner of the mirror that was broken by Wang Cong, flying straight into the sky like lightning.

There was a man who came out of the hole in the Qiankun Mirror, this is a living person, definitely not a ghost.

The dull sound of "boom boom boom" brewed in the sky, a prelude to the coming thunderstorm, like a large group of soldiers solemnly marching towards the enemy.

finally

"Smack!"

A terrifying lightning bolt appeared in the sky, and the thick red cloud was forcibly cut by the blade-like lightning and scattered to the sides. A bucket-thick thunder finally lifted the veil of mystery like a shy beauty, revealing a stunning face.

The real thunderstorm has finally begun.

Shining with thunder that almost blinded people's eyes, he did not come towards Zhong Zhen, but chased after the figure that rushed out of the Qiankun mirror.

Even the dullest person realizes that something is wrong at this moment. After waiting for a long time, the thunder didn't come down, and all kinds of deafening sounds seemed to have nothing to do with her. Confused, Zhong Zhen opened her eyes and tried to figure out what was going on.

Thunder was chopping, but not at her.

There was a man in the sky who was blackened by lightning.

It turned out that someone else was here to survive the thunderstorm, and he was almost scared to death. Zhong Zhen was so angry, where did the bastard come from, didn't he know that he was going to find a place where there was no one to cross the thunder tribulation?

The distance was too far for her to see who it was, and she vaguely felt that the figure was a little familiar, but she didn't have the leisure at this time, and it was impossible for her to be curious.

No matter who it is, because she is in the scope of the thunder tribulation at this moment, she will definitely be affected, and she will be killed by this tribulation person.

This joy really makes people wonder what to do.

The Qiankun Mirror had already fallen downwards at this moment, and there was a whirlpool of aura before, Zhong Zhen had accumulated a trace of strength, and there was no need to wait for a moment at this time. She chased after the mirror, and when she touched it, she didn't hesitate to stuff it into the dantian.

Not only can't be thundered, but the Qiankun Mirror can't be thundered.

Even if you fall to the ground, you have to fall out of the central area of the thunderstorm. If this thing is shattered by lightning, Dugu Pocheng will die, and so many innocent people in the mirror will also die.

The last bit of aura was not so useful, flapping the wings that were almost broken, and could only fall diagonally towards the ground.

As long as you get out of the minefield, it is possible to survive, and you need to go a little further, a little further

His mind began to be confused again, Zhong Zhen really hated this demon beast's body at the moment, and he would fall into a deep sleep if he was hurt by anything. The so-called sky is going to rain, and my mother wants to get married, which is really helpless. This is a kind of self-protective instinct of demon beasts, they advance in their sleep, and they also heal in their sleep.

Mu Qingsong, who came belatedly, finally came. He scooped Zhong Zhen, who was already unconscious, to his side and quickly flew away from the thunderstorm area.

The first thunder has ended, and now the second one is accumulating, and the dull rumbling sound is endless, and it will not be long before thunder and lightning will fall. Mu Qingsong was surprised and inexplicable, who was crossing the thunder tribulation in the sky above the Sky Sword Sect.

The disciples of the Great Consummation in the late stage of Jindan can be counted, except for a few people in the sect, everyone else has gone outside to practice, and after the Dao heart is perfected, they can break through the barrier that the Dao cultivators dream of.

It's not that there are no people who marry Yuan Babies in the sect, but they are very few, and they are generally impacted with the best elixir, and most of the time this practice will fail, even if it succeeds, it may not be able to transform into a god for life.

A truly powerful sword cultivator can't use any auxiliary pills, and he must gain insights in the experience, and eventually cause his own fit with the Heavenly Dao. In this way, it will be a matter of course, and we will step on a higher and farther road.

With such a big movement, it will soon be someone else from the sect to find out. Mu Qingsong didn't care very much, there was a large defensive array, and it was impossible for the thunder to be cleaved.

Having already escaped the scope of the Thunder Tribulation, he hurriedly took Zhong Zhen and flew to the periphery of the sect, for fear of encountering other disciples of the sect. If no one bumps into it, you can have a reason. He only had to say that he didn't see Zhong Zhen, probably because he was chopped to ashes by the thunderstorm.

However, why is Zhong Zhen alone here, and where has Yuanwu Ancestor gone?

He was suspicious in his heart, although he fell far behind, he didn't dare to investigate with his divine sense, for fear of provoking Yuan Wu and killing him.

Although the sect prohibits killing each other with the same sect, and the punishment is extremely severe, it can't stop a god-transforming ancestor from breaking this sect rule.

There have been several such cases in the past, when the Yuan Infant temper came up and killed a little disciple of Qi refining who had no family to rely on.

The crime of angrily beheading the disciples of Yuanying in the Transformation Period is very big, but the Ancestor of the Transformation Period is a great reliance on the sect. He Mu Qingsong, how can he be virtuous, where can he match him at will.

Even if there is a punishment, it must just be lifted high and gently lowered.

The dead are already dead, and the living high-ranking monks are more valuable to the sect.

It's really a pot that can't be opened, and Hu Feice came over with his divine sense from afar, "Mu Qingsong, if you show favoritism again, don't want to live." ”

Mu Qingsong sighed deeply, this surnamed Hu couldn't help but follow him.

He stopped in mid-air, and saw Hu Feice flying rapidly in the distance, holding the giant sword of Yuanwu Ancestor in one hand, but there was a dead man lying on the sword under his feet.

The dead man was dressed in a colorful brocade robe, and he may have been very majestic in his life, but now he was just a lifeless corpse, and even the face that he had always maintained was aging, and the wrinkles on his face were layered on top of each other, like an old eggplant that had been dried for a few days, and it was extremely unbearable.

If Zhong Zhen still had half a cent of strength left, she would definitely put away Yuanwu's corpse, and then destroyed the corpse and burned it with a fire. At present, the evidence is conclusive, the living person has become a dead person, and the body has been fished out by the apprentices of the people.

"What is the origin of this demon cultivator, who can actually kill my master?" Hu Feize was shocked and angry. He has always been bold, and he can't help but feel weak at this moment, for fear that he will die inexplicably if he gets close. (To be continued.) )