Other spells?

Ding Ermiao is also very confused, he is currently under huge coercion, where can he cast any spells?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Ding Ermiao finally understood the reason!

"Hahaha...... Ding Ermiao laughed and said, "Qin Wenjun, I know the reason now." Why can't you escape the catastrophe, but I can! ”

"Why, please tell me how to escape the catastrophe!" Qin Wenjun's eyes rekindled the light of hope.

Ding Ermiao laughed and said, "I'll tell you a story, and you'll understand." ”

"The story? What a story, you hurry up and tell it! Qin Wenjun was puzzled.

Looking down, he saw that his own lower limbs were powdered, which had extended to his thighs. Seeing that his whole body is about to turn into dust, can he Qin Wenjun not be in a hurry.

"Haha, anyway, on the plane, a crow yelled at the flight attendant, saying to pour a glass of water for the master! The stupid pig next to the crow also learned the tone of the crow, yelled at the flight attendant, and poured a glass for the master! The flight attendant was angry and threw the crow and the stupid pig out of the cabin of the plane......"

Ding Ermiao laughed, out of breath, and said:

The stupid pig fell straight down, and the crow laughed and said, "You can fly, stupid pig, you didn't expect it, right?" Qin Wenjun, you are that stupid pig, and I am that crow! I have the luck of the sixteenth generation of my ancestors, so I can avoid the catastrophe without dying, this is a ↗ little bit, you didn't expect it, right? Hahaha......"

The heat that just gushed out from the heart veins enveloped the whole body, so Ding Ermiao could be safe and sound.

Now that I think about it, that was the effect of the explosion of the ancestor's luck.

Sure enough, it was the creation of people, the ghost spell that tortured himself back then and almost hung up several times actually protected himself at this time!

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and the way of heaven is really unpredictable.

"Luck?" Qin Wenjun was stunned.

Click...... Rumble!!

The third thunderbolt struck, Qin Wenjun shouted, and in front of Ding Ermiao, it turned into a little dust and slowly dispersed.

However, Ding Ermiao was familiar with the road, and the heat in his heart was fluffy, protecting his whole body.

Still, a brief period of vertigo is unavoidable.

When he woke up again, there was no trace of Qin Wenjun in front of him.

"Qin Wenjun, Qin Wenjun?" Ding Ermiao shouted a few times and said, "Are you really dead?" ”

There was only the whistling wind in his ears, and he could no longer hear Qin Wenjun's words.

After confirming Qin Wenjun's demise, Ding Ermiao's heart swelled with a sense of loss.

It is said that the nine thunders of the Heavenly Tribulation are more powerful than the other.

So far, I have only experienced three realms, and there are six divine thunders, can I hold on? Will it turn into dust like Qin Wenjun, and even his soul will die?

If you really enter the Gate of Heaven, what will the Heavenly Realm look like?

Will he ever return to the world, and will he still be able to see Xiaoxiao and those relatives and friends?

In the midst of worry, the fourth thunder struck, and there was a loud click......

Then, the fifth, sixth, and ninth thunderbolts came.

But Ding Ermiao had lost consciousness, and in his trance-like consciousness, he only felt that he was in a huge fireball for a while, and fell under the glacier for a while.

One moment in the sky, the other in the ground. One moment it is dazzling light, the next is endless darkness.

Sometimes it's cold and sometimes it's hot, and it's painful to want to die.

……

In the Maoshan Void Cloud View, Ji Xiaoxiao deliberately hung a red lantern in the backyard in order to welcome Ding Ermiao's return.

The Taoist quiet place can't come nonsense in the front hall, but there are not so many rules in the backyard.

Wan Shugao scurried back and forth excitedly, and Li Qingdong straightened his beard and smiled. Wu Zhanzhan and Gu Qinglan were also happy, standing in the courtyard, smiling and silent.

Ding Ermiao left this time, and it was nearly half a year, and everyone in Xuyunguan missed him.

"It's been an hour, why hasn't Brother Ermiao come back?" Wan Shugao looked at his watch, opened the courtyard door again, and said, "Brother Ermiao won't joke with us, let's be happy in vain, right?" ”

"Crow's mouth, when did Ermiao let everyone go?" Ji Xiaoxiao smiled, took out her mobile phone, and called Ding Ermiao.

The phone doesn't work.

"It must be a spell, so the phone can't get through. Don't worry, everyone, it should be almost there. Ji Xiaoxiao put away her phone and comforted everyone.

"We're not in a hurry, mainly because we're afraid you're in a hurry." Gu Qinglan opened her mouth and smiled.

"Yes, in fact, I'm more anxious than you......" Ji Xiaoxiao admitted honestly and smiled.

The evening breeze blew, bringing a cold snowflake that fell on Li Qingdong's face.

Li Qingdong snorted and said, "You guys wait here, it's cold, I'll go back to the house and wait." ”

"Why did you come back more and more when you practiced? You have cultivation in your body, how can you not go through freezing? Looking at Li Qingdong's back, Wu Zhanzhan frowned.

However, Li Qingdong did not answer, and walked into his room quickly.

After entering the room, Li Qingdong closed the doors and windows, took out the Tianji disk, fixed his mind, and calculated carefully......

After a while, Li Qingdong's hands began to tremble, and the more they trembled, the more they trembled. This trembling extended to his face, and the long beard also trembled together.

"Li Qingdong, Ermiao's phone call has been two hours, and the person hasn't come back yet." Ji Xiaoxiao knocked on the door outside and said, "You use the heavenly machine to calculate, did he encounter something on the road and delayed it?" ”

Li Qingdong was taken aback, took the Tianji plate, opened the door, and said, "Maybe it's ...... It's a delay. ”

"Li Qingdong, your face is wrong, your eyes are flashing, what are you hiding?" Ji Xiaoxiao looked at Li Qingdong's face and became alert.

"Aunt ......"

Li Qingdong seemed to have suddenly aged more than ten years, and suddenly sat down on the chair, tears were in his eyes, and said: "I have already calculated the ...... just now, hexagram, big murderer." ”

"What kind of murderer, what kind of murderer do you say?" Wu Zhanzhan and Gu Qinglan changed color at the same time and asked.

Li Qingdong shook his head weakly and said, "Uncle Ding's return journey is like a big murderer." ”

Everyone was suddenly struck by lightning, and they were stunned like wooden chickens. Wan Shugao fell to the ground with a thud, and lost consciousness like a dead man.

"Li Qingdong, tell me clearly, what does the big murderer mean?" After a long time, Ji Xiaoxiao asked with tears in her eyes: "Could it be that ......, Er Miao will die?" ”

"I don't know, I don't know ......, maybe I'm too old to count." Li Qingdong burst into tears and shook his head again and again.

Wu Zhanzhan quickly woke up and said, "Could it be that Ermiao had an accident in Mount Tai?" Don't guess, let's go to Mount Tai to see! ”

"Okay, let's go together!" Gu Qinglan turned around and took out a coat, draped it on Ji Xiaoxiao's body, and said, "Xiaoxiao, let's go to Mount Tai." ”

Ji Xiaoxiao nodded, and when she turned around, she stumbled under her feet and almost fell.