"Well, don't worry, since he's working hard to practice, I can't stand here stupidly! See you tomorrow!" After saying that, Uncle Qingjiu also hurriedly went back to practice.

The Sword King was still meditating silently on the Kun Scale Platform, three hours later, it was already early in the morning, the Sword King Jindan Ninth Order Cultivation was enough, and the sky split down the Nine Heavenly Thunders on the Sword King, he ate the Transition Tribulation Pill so it was fine, but this affected many sleeping disciples.

The Sword King succeeded in the tenth rank of Jindan today, if he was in the advanced Yuan Infant Stage, his strength would be greatly improved, after all, a stage has a stage of ability! He wanted to use up the last hour of the effect of the Divine Speed Pill and go to rest.

The Sword King who didn't eat the Awakening Pill was really tired when he meditated on it, and it was about dawn to see that it was about three hours at this time, and the Sword King had survived this hour, but the cultivation was only two percent of the amount of Jindan tenth-order cultivation, and now that the statute of limitations of the Divine Speed Pill has passed, if you want to continue, I'm afraid that you won't eat or sleep for more than three days and ten days!

The Sword King wanted to arrive at Yuanying today, he thought about it, and only thought of one way, that is, to forcibly cross the tribulation, and forcibly crossing the tribulation was to go against the sky, if he didn't store enough cultivation in the tenth stage of Jindan to cross the tribulation, it would be difficult to survive the nine heavenly thunders, even if the Sword King ate the Tribulation Pill, it would be useless. Because if you don't have enough cultivation, you can't cooperate with the Tribulation Pill.

Because the Sword King used the Tribulation Pill to cross the Tribulation from the beginning, he didn't know what it felt like to be struck by the Heavenly Thunder, he felt that the Heavenly Thunder should not be a terrible thing, after all, the Tribulation was all about stupid practice, and the Dan Tribulation was meaningless, because it was not challenging.

The Sword King decided that he would forcibly cross the tribulation, and if he succeeded, it would be a milestone for his own primordial infant, and he could also experience the real feeling of crossing the tribulation. And there is no need to go all out with Uncle Qingjiu.

He forcibly pushed his cultivation to the highest place, stood up and prepared to forcibly cross the tribulation against the sky, and "coaxed" the heavenly thunder to sound twice in the sky, as if he was preparing to make a strong slash and slash at these mortals who forcibly crossed the tribulation!

"Coax" quickly slashed at the Sword King, "Ah!" The Sword King roared in pain, this slash made him feel numb and his heart was pinched.

This heavenly thunder did not wait for the sword king to come back to his senses to greet him, and directly and quickly slashed down the seven heavenly thunders.

The Sword King fell directly to the ground, and Ercheng Xiuwei flew all over to resist the first eight heavenly thunders, and now he couldn't use any strength, and even shouted for help The last heavenly thunder was gone, lying on the ground.

Then the Nine Heavenly Thunders actually only need to accept the Ninth Dao well, just like the Eighteen Palms of the Mortal Beggar Gang Family, the first seventeen palms are about useless, and the Lord relies on the last palm, and the same is true for the Heavenly Thunder.

The Sword King is on the ground, and if he succeeds, it depends on this final blow, and immediately the heavens and the sky slashed down the eight blood-red heavenly thunders, and in mid-air, the eight heavenly thunders gathered into one and slashed straight towards the Sword King.

The ordinary Heavenly Thunder Dome Spirit Sect was used to it, but this blood-red Heavenly Thunder Giant Flash was incomparable, shaking all the disciples who were meditating and sleeping.

"Who, who is so idle in the middle of the night? Playing with fire?" Many disciples thought that the red light was on fire outside, and they all ran out, and the sect leader and his wife also walked out one by one.

Soon, the fight turned his gaze to the main hall of the church.

"Sect Master, what happened to the main hall, why did it flash red in the middle of the night?" Qing Jiu asked as he stepped forward.

"I don't know!" After replying, the sect leader shouted to the other disciples: "Disciples, don't be impatient, go back to your room to rest first, and let the two of us go and Uncle Qingjiu to take a look, and I will inform you of the reason tomorrow!"

The crowd saw that nothing had happened to them, and they dispersed.

The three of them slowly walked towards the special practice room in the main hall of the sect.

"Madam, Qingjiu, the two of you are waiting here, I'll go and see it, and if there's anything, I'll call you!"

Because this practice room has not allowed anyone to enter except for the disciples selected by the sect leader and the sect leader himself for generations, the sect leader himself has entered.

As soon as the sect leader entered, he saw his apprentice Yang Wenhua sleeping on the ground, his whole body was red, swollen and hot, his face was black and burnt, and he looked like he was burned to death, and the sect leader hurriedly stretched out his hand to see if there was still breath.

"Hey, can Wen Hua hear me?" Seeing that Yang Wenhua was still alive, the sect leader hurriedly shouted.

Yang Wenhua was motionless, his eyes were round and he looked at the sect leader, as if he was calling for help.

The sect leader thought about it, and the appearance of the Sword King must have been caused by a forcible crossing. After all, the disciples guarding the door outside didn't move, and the inside was fine, but Wen Hua seemed to have been burned by electricity.

He hurriedly used the law book to stand up the Sword King, and carried the Sword King up the stairs and out of the practice room on his back.

Seeing that the Sword King's injury was inappropriate, the sect leader said quickly to his wife and Qing Jiu: "It's not convenient to say more here, follow me out!"

The three of them quickly walked out of the main hall.

"Qing Jiu's beloved apprentice, you go back first, change it to think that the main hall must have been set on fire or a trap by a gangster, so I called you, now that there is nothing to do, you go back first! What you saw just now is not allowed to be publicized!" The sect leader took him to the Snow Flower Mansion to heal his injuries, and Qing Jiu would only continue to watch the jokes, so he asked him to go back.

"Yes, disciple, go back!" Uncle Qingjiu turned around and smiled when he finished speaking, he thought what kind of disciple this is called a disciple who entered the room, he was still engaged in the battle at noon yesterday, and he will look like this immediately.

The sect leader put Yang Wenhua on the ordinary power transmission platform in the room, and immediately sat cross-legged behind the Sword King, and after the sect leader reconciled the true qi in his body, he immediately pressed the two chapters on the back of the Sword King and said to his wife: "Madam, I will first enter the true qi cultivation to heal and repair him, and you can cast a spell next to enhance the effect of my true qi cultivation!"

"Hmm!" After the sect leader's wife finished speaking, she also reconciled her internal strength with both hands, and then put her palm towards the sect leader, and the sect leader's wife kept flying towards the sect leader with a bright green scattered light.

............... Half an hour later.

The sect leader stood up and wiped his sweat and said to his wife: "This kid failed to forcibly cross the tribulation, and now we have kept his body safe, but he failed to cross the tribulation, how can the thunder of that day be compared to the ordinary heavenly thunder, this failure, he directly retreated to the third order of Jindan, it is really impulsive to do anything when he is young!"

"Actually, the sect leader doesn't have to worry, maybe Yang Wenhua will learn a lesson, no longer be impulsive and concentrate on practice, and no longer have so much time to eat, drink and have fun in the next few days?"

"No matter, no matter, although he can wake up tomorrow, Yang Wenhua has qualifications, but he can't make it! Now the people of the Manchu Sect don't like Yang Wenhua!" After the sect leader finished speaking, he carried Yang Wenhua on his bed and put it on his bed.

The sect leader angrily went back with his wife.

On the way, the sect leader suddenly said to his wife: "Madam, I intend to arrange a martial arts competition among the superior disciples, and then the three who win in the end, I will choose a person who can endure hardships and has high qualifications to be the same disciple as Yang Wenhua!"