People lose their will, and the rain does not fall into a curtain.

The sparse and scattered raindrops drifted down, more like falling pearls.

It covers a very small area, only centered on the battle platform, and at most a few hundred meters. What's even more amazing is that the rain does not fall in a vertical trajectory when it appears from the sky, but gathers from all sides to the middle, as if it has been summoned in some way.

Gathered on the donkey carrying the man and the toad on its head.

Thirteen Lang broke through the sky with a sword, and the backlash he endured was unimaginable, and he used Zuihou energy to release the big gray and chubby, and he didn't know about it. The spirit of the giant sword was completely lost, and the body of the sword became crooked, and it was no longer the same.

The donkey carried the man, and the toad looked at the man, and slowly descended from the sky. Raindrops then fell, dripping on the bodies of people, donkeys, and toads, as well as on the bodies of night lotus.

The big gray expression was dazed, the toad was screaming and wailing, and Yelian's expression was extremely complicated, and there was a trace of hesitation in her eyes.

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"Rain from the sky!"

I don't know how many exclamations sounded all around, and countless figures flashed out from all directions, and a pair of covetous eyes with greed and fanaticism rushed to the battle platform in unison.

"Stop them, try to snatch them, kill!"

In one day, for a moment, the usually gentle and benevolent dean ordered two killings in succession, and before he could give any more orders, several figures separated and intercepted nearly a hundred figures from the city.

It was not the students of the Taoist Academy who came here, but the cultivators who lived in Ziyun in various ways, and among them, there were many old monsters who had cultivated profoundly, and no one could be underestimated.

If this group of people goes outside. In one fell swoop, they could sweep away the ordinary realm, but today, in the face of the interception led by the Four Venerables and the main force of more than a dozen teachers, they collectively withdrew.

The old man who stopped in the air, his eyes were as cold as the ice that had not melted for thousands of years, and the anger between his eyebrows seemed to be burning in the air. No one dares to act until they know what they want.

A strong man whose breath was not under the ghost path stepped forward. The temptation said: "Mr. Great, the sky has rained down, and the virtuous live in ......"

"Get out!"

At this time, Mr. Big was in the mood to listen to his nonsense. Raising his hand, a sword qi was released. A thin line suddenly appeared in the already bright sky, and then turned into a bolt of lightning that pierced the heart, and slashed head.

"Excuse ...... sir"

The strong man was shocked. In a panic, he used seven or eight magical powers, and his body rolled up crazily.

The sword light split through the layers of protection, breaking three magic weapons in a row that were enough to make any student's eyes red, and finally left a bloody mark on his body from head to abdomen. The strong man couldn't even finish begging for mercy, and he sowed blood all the way, not daring to look back and take a second look.

"If you don't look at the sake of many years of worship, this seat will behead you today!"

Mr. Big's anger rested for a moment, his indifferent gaze swept around, and shouted: "Retreat! ”

A huge phantom figure appeared above the man's head. Roaring side, Huozun is like turning his body into a dazzling red cloud, as if to dry the heavens and the earth, and the old man in Tsing Yi is like a mist, as if hovering in everyone's ears and above his head.

Even the Five Thunder Venerables of the mighty Emperor joined the interception team at this time, his face sinking like water, and he glanced at the several monks in front of him.

"Humph!"

Just one eye. Several cultivators whose cultivation was not weaker than the middle stage of the Yuan Infant were shocked, and there seemed to be countless thunderbolts in their bodies, rampage into the internal organs, and penetrate directly into the brain.

Eyes can kill, voice can destroy enemies, this is the strength of His Holiness!

In terms of killing alone. The five thunders are comparable to the heavenly thunder just now.

Once there is no gap in the Dao Academy, where is the liliang that erupts is what ordinary people can imagine. The people who originally came with luck were sober, and those who came with fishing in troubled waters retracted their thoughts, and the hundred and ten monks came and went quickly and embarrassed, and none of them dared to stay. ...,

Looking at the figures scattered around him, a different color appeared on the majestic face of Wulei, and he said in a faint voice: "This is the Dao Academy." ”

The dean smiled slightly and said, "This is the Daoist Academy. ”

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"This was originally a dojo. ”

Mr. Big was not in the mood to play at this time, and said to the dean: "Teacher, the sky has rained, are you ......?"

Wu Lei's expression moved slightly, and a fierce color appeared in his eyes.

The dean looked up at the sky and said with a smile: "No need, if it was a hundred years earlier, it might be of some use." ”

Mr. Da looked a little anxious, and said: "Gan Lin must contain the power of the Heavenly Dao, can't the teacher ......?"

The dean shook his head and said, "If it can be cured, the old man will have to grab this child with him." Now, even if all this rain is passed to me, it will only last a few more years at most, and I will be smiling and generous. ”

Wulei's expression gradually calmed down, and his heart gradually settled down.

Mr. Big said gloomily, "That'...... What are they going to do?"

On the battlefield, raindrops fell on Yelian's body, her expression was calm and serene, and the injuries in her body were recovering at a very fast speed, and what was even more incredible was that her aura gradually climbed, and it seemed that she would take that step at any time and step into a new realm.

In contrast, although Thirteen Lang received more raindrops, his injuries were far heavier than those of Yelian, and his recovery speed was much slower. In addition, unlike Yelian, who only needs to repair the original god, Thirteen Lang's physical body is extremely strong, but it also means that it takes more energy to recover, and his divine soul is extremely messy under the bombardment of heavenly thunder, and he cannot repair it on his own, so after such a while, Thirteen Lang still has no signs of waking up.

Ganlin, who was originally used by one person, had to be divided between two people, a toad, and an incomparably strong donkey at this time, so you can imagine how much Thirteen Lang's chances were discounted.

Listening to Mr. Big's words, the eyes of the people around him fell on the dean at the same time. No matter what happened after Dabi, this old man was still the head of the Daoist Academy at this time, and only he could make a decision on the handling of this matter.

The authority is unquestionable, this is the iron law of the Taoist Academy, otherwise, why should the five thunders strive for their position.

The old man looked down at the situation and was silent.

The Barbarian's eyes widened. I wanted to talk a few times, but finally realized that I was really not good at talking, and I couldn't spit out the words in my mouth, so I was in a hurry.

The others behaved similarly to him, except for Wulei's gloomy face and flashing eyes, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.

I saw the raindrops in the sky gradually stop. Its density is not as good as before, and Mr. Big said anxiously: "Master......"

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"What is the situation, is it the fluctuation of the soul link?"

The old man muttered a sentence as if in a dream. Retracted his gaze and said, "Wulei, do you want to fight this battle again?"

"What?"

I waited for a long time to get this answer. Manzun couldn't help but say in disappointment: "This battle still needs to be fought, Xiao Shisanlang even broke the Heavenly Tribulation alive, isn't it still a win?"

He thought it was incredible, and he almost thought that the teacher was frightened by the thunder, and thought to himself that if it wasn't for the catastrophe again, it would be better to let that girl try the power too. Besides, Thirteen Lang is dying now, and it's hard to say whether he can wake up or not, this situation makes the competition continue, and the teacher didn't mean to let him die!

In astonishment, Wulei ignored the words of the barbarian, and replied after a moment of silence: "The disciple thinks." It is up to them to decide whether to fight or not. ”

The old man nodded and said, "Okay, then wait for them to decide." ”

In a word.

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Big Ash stood on the ground, and Thirteen Lang lay on its back. Chubby sat on the big gray head and arched Thirteen's head with his mouth. ...,

The raindrops gently fell on Shisanlang's body, seeping into the flesh and blood along the skin, burrowing into the tendons and veins, and straight into the internal organs.

The cracked flesh heals at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the broken meridians are repaired. The internal organs are also recovering rapidly.

At this time, if someone looks closely, they will find that Thirteen Lang's hands are inexplicably changing.

His right hand, the sparkling color on the index and middle fingers, spread to the ring finger and then to the tail finger.

On his left hand, something similar is happening, but it's pitch black.

Da Ash sensed something, looked at the sky with a nervous expression, and only calmed down a little when he found that the figures above were focused on the figures around him.

It turned its head to the left, blocking Jushiro's hanging left hand, while flicking the mane from its neck to the side, slightly hiding his right hand.

The Great Gray didn't know if it would be useful, and it knew that if those in the sky tried to check, their actions would be in vain.

But it did it anyway, in this strange position, and Big Ash shuddered suddenly.

A drop of rain penetrated deep into his skin, and the big gray looked ecstatic, and then became worried again.

Chubby then sensed something, and slid to the side with his fat body, grabbing the big gray hair with his front paws, and blocking Thirteen Lang's right hand with his body.

Big Ash was a little hurt by it, and snorted in dissatisfaction.

Neither of them knew that what Shisanlang needed to cover at this time was not his hands, but his head, and his dantian.

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The dantian is three inches, and there is a fiery heart in the silver gray.

Or a star.

Three of the five sharp corners of the stars have turned into arcs, and the remaining two have converged slightly at the same time, forming an irregular heart.

Around the star or heart, there is a shallow halo of light, and whenever a raindrop penetrates the skin, the halo will shake slightly, as if it is about to come to life.

As it pulsated, Thirteen Lang's breath gradually stabilized, gradually condensed and solid, and gradually became powerful.

His bones, especially those of his arms and office, were a faint silver glow, with metallic hues shimmering.

His meridians, his flesh, and his skin all became tougher, indescribably tough.

His knowledge of the sea......

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"It turned out to be you. ”

“...... Yes, that's me. ”

"Why are you here?"

"I said, I'll come back to you. ”

"I told you that if you returned, I would kill you again. ”

“...... Don't kill me, I'll be of great use to you. ”

"I know, I've felt it. ”

“...... Then will you kill me?"

"You're dead, so why should I kill you? ”

“...... yes, I'm dead...... Still, I have a chance to come back to life, you ......."

"Hehe, do you need me to help you?"

“...... It's ......"

"I'm not going to help you. ”

"I'm useful to you, I can help you influence and even control her......"

"Then you do it first, and the rest will be talked about later. ”

"You promised not to kill me?"

"I won't agree, but you've become like this, and I won't kill you for the time being. ”

"What kind of ...... is this?"

"It's nothing, I still have something to deal with, you just have to do it. ”

“......”

A drop of rain fell, and Thirteen Lang woke up quietly.

Almost at the same time, Yelian opened her eyes from her composure state. She looked at Shisanro quietly, her eyes containing extremely complex emotions.

There is anger, shame, unwillingness, and a hint of ridicule.

Thirteen Lang didn't look at her, but looked up at the sky, and sighed.

"It's a high sky. ”

After that, he turned over and jumped off Big Ash, looked at his hands that had returned to normal, hugged Fat Fat and Da Gray a few times, and stepped into the air.

His body did not release even a trace of fluctuation, nor did he use any magic weapon, so he came into the air out of thin air.

There was an exclamation all around.

"Fly Five-Star...... Martial Spirit!"

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