"Ah Jin!" Su Congxue has been watching from the side, very anxious in her heart, and she can't wait to bear the thunder with Mo Wanjin.

She hasn't experienced the thunder yet, but she has seen others experience it, and the person who vomited blood and vomited it was called a miserable, and there were people next to him to help disperse the power of the thunder, if he really let him bear it alone, it is estimated that he would die several times.

Mo Wanjin's qualifications are obviously different from ordinary people, the power of the heavenly thunder is so powerful, she is really a little scared, scared...... Mo Wanjin won't be able to hold on.

Mo Wanjin's white robe was already covered with blood, her hands holding the Chunjun Sword were also trembling, and her lips had been bitten out of blood, but even so, she couldn't give up.

Heavenly Thunder washes the marrow and destroys the scriptures, and promotes spiritual power, if she survives, her strength can be taken a step further, not to mention, the people who resist the Zhenling Continent are also a little more sure.

What's more, she can be more sure when she goes to find Chill Heart Flower and Flame Heart Flower, at least she can protect herself.

"Boom!" The eleventh heavenly thunder took a long time to fall, but the power was much greater than the first ten, and Mo Wanjin almost couldn't hold on and fell.

"Ah Jin!"

"Don't come here! Beware of hurting you! Mo Wanjin took advantage of the fact that the twelfth heavenly thunder had not yet fallen, and yelled at Su Congxue.

"Boom!" As soon as the words fell, the thunder fell in response, and Mo Wanjin's body was like a kite with a broken string, flying several meters away.

Su Congxue couldn't care about Mo Wanjin's words anymore, and ran to Mo Wanjin's side, crying in her voice: "Ah Jin......"

Seeing that the thunder was about to fall, Mo Wanjin pushed Su Congxue away, and Su Congxue's body slammed into the wall.

At this moment, Su Congxue could only watch Mo Wanjin keep vomiting blood under the thunder, her spiritual power kept replenishing and running, and her face became more and more pale.

Thirteenth, fourteenth...... The seventeenth way!

The Chunjun sword fell to the ground with a "snap", and Mo Wanjin no longer had the strength to pick it up again.

Just as the eighteenth heavenly thunder fell, the hairpin on his head and a jade pendant on his waist suddenly emitted a burst of white light at the same time, enveloping Mo Wanjin and Chunjun Sword together.

"Boom!!"

The eighteenth heavenly thunder finally fell, slashing on the white light, the white light gradually dissipated, and Mo Wanjin's face was still pale.

"What's going on?" Su Congxue looked at Mo Wanjin in a daze.

After the last thunder fell, shouldn't the injuries on Mo Wanjin's body be all healed? Why is your face still so pale?

Mo Wanjin suddenly picked up the Chunjun Sword, and a thunderbolt suddenly slashed down.

"And?!" Su Congxue's eyes widened.

Fortunately, the power of this thunder is not very great, and Mo Wanjin can still block it.

The thunder light dissipated, and an out-of-the-ordinary figure appeared in front of Su Congxue's eyes.

The white robe is fluttering, the green silk hangs down, and the face is even more talented, like a person who has come out of a painting.

Mo Wanjin opened her eyes, and a pair of bewitching red pupils were revealed, as if just one look at you would capture your heart.

She activated the silent power in her body, and six different colors of light appeared on Mo Wanjin's hand.

"Ah Jin!" Su Congxue reacted and pounced on Mo Wanjin.

Mo Wanjin didn't dodge either, and reached out to catch Su Congxue.

"I thought I was going out alone." Su Congxue said sullenly, "Do you know that you almost scared me to death just now? I thought ......"

Mo Wanjin patted Su Congxue's back with a smile, and said softly, "Look, isn't it good for me?" Don't worry, I won't leave you alone. ”

"Hmm."