The forty-nine heavenly tribulation is the calamity of the monks.

And not all monks have to survive the four-nine heavenly tribulations.

Only the kind of genius who is one in a hundred miles needs to survive the four or nine heavenly tribulations, this kind of monk, without exception, is either a holy body or an immortal body, to put it bluntly, it is the kind that is destined to become an immortal.

Wu Meiniang is only a mortal, even if she is an emperor cultivator in the mortal world, she will not have to survive the forty-nine heavenly tribulations.

"Could it be..."

The black clouds overwhelmed the city, Li Changsheng seemed to think of something, his black eyes suddenly brightened, and he muttered to himself:

"Mei Niang has awakened two spiritual roots?"

It's a small possibility, but it's not impossible.

There is such a Buddha in the West Tianling Mountain.

It's just that...

He is a scar that Lingshan does not allow anyone to uncover.

"No matter what it is, the most important thing now is to get through this thunderstorm first."

Li Changsheng shook his head, spread his left hand, and a black long sword appeared in his hand, dancing in his hand, and sighed:

"Alas, this seat was born to be a tired life, it's really annoying."

After saying that, his expression froze, his eyes were instantly cold, and the black in his pupils faded, leaving only a cold gray.

Then he kicked his feet and soared into the sky.

He wants to replace Wu Zetian... Stop the robbery!

It's not that he loves Wu Zetian too much, it's that the Forty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation is too strong.

Even if he had the Imperial Dragon Qi to protect his body, it would be impossible for Wu Zetian to withstand the Forty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, it was a tribulation descended by the Heavenly Dao.

…

All the people of Luoyang City are paying attention to the thunder tribulation.

Naturally, they all saw Li Changsheng rushing up to the clouds.

"Oh my God, what's that?"

"Is that human?"

"No, that's an immortal, right?"

On the ground, countless mortals fell to their knees, crawling and trembling.

Li Changsheng's body was wrapped in a layer of golden light, which fell in the eyes of the mortals below, like the golden armor of the god of war.

Black sword, black hair, golden armor, boy.

At this moment, Li Changsheng is simply the dream lover of cardamom girls in the entire Luoyang City!

This night, I don't know how many girls think of spring.

This night, I don't know how many lovers have broken dreams.

On this night, the world knows... Datang, there are immortals!

Ziwei Palace.

Wu Zetian looked at the young man in the sky, covered his mouth and wept.

On her delicate body, there were many whip marks that were still bleeding, and many of the bruises had turned purple, but she ignored them.

She sat up cross-legged in tears as she endured the pain.

She is going to complete the last step of the Mahayana Tantric Joy Meditation.

In this way, we can be worthy of Li Changsheng's dedication.

That is the best thank you to the boy.

And outside the Ming Hall.

Shangguan Wan'er wrapped herself in a fox fur, looked at the god-like young man with Wu Zetian, folded her hands, and prayed:

"Changsheng, you must come back safely, as long as you can be safe, how you want to bully Wan'er, Wan'er is willing."

She didn't know that Li Changsheng could hear her prayers.

Because Li Changsheng is an immortal.

Just because he doesn't have faith doesn't mean he can't get access to it.

Prayer is also a kind of faith.

Above the clouds.

Li Changsheng faced the condensed silver-white thunder and lightning in the clouds, smiled strangely, and said:

"God, we just have what we mean, my wife is still waiting for me to go back, and I will be bullied."

He felt that the two were now in a cooperative relationship, and Tiandao would not kill him, right?

However...

He was wrong!

I saw that silver-white thunder exploded in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it thundered through his chest.

"Get out!"

With a shout, Li Changsheng couldn't dodge, his chest was directly pierced by thunder, his ribs were broken, and the blood did not stop.

"Poof!"

Li Changsheng spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened angrily, he used his immortal power to repair the wound, and opened his mouth to scold:

"Hold the grass, are you really playing?"

Heavenly Dao's response was a thicker thunderbolt.

At this moment, somehow, an idea suddenly popped up in Li Changsheng's mind that even he felt whimsical:

Heaven... Seems to be jealous!