Above the clouds, Wen Fuding, who had been cornered, stood with his hands in his hands, and just now, a thunderbolt was slashing on the top of his head, but it was only splitting his hair bun.

"He's going to force his way through, stop him." Wang Quanquan saw the other party's plan at a glance and hurriedly spoke up.

"Don't you realize it's too late?"

Wen Fuding opened his mouth coldly, and then threw out a handful of talismans, all of which were of various colors, all of which burned the moment they were thrown, but some burned extremely slowly, and some immediately turned into ashes.

This time any real person of the Daomen will feel pain when he sees it, these colorful rune papers are the essence of the three hundred years of the Chuanqi Mansion, and at this moment, they have been squandered by the old Taoist like paper money.

Wen Fuding is about to become an immortal, these so-called heritages are no different from waste paper in his eyes, so what's the use of keeping them?

……

As the rune paper ignited one by one, gray smoke, white smoke, and red smoke rose one after another, and gale, thunder, and fireballs followed, and the three people in the center seemed to be the target.

"This grandson is stalling for time, hurry up."

As soon as Wang Quanquan's words fell, he saw a person with a thick red thunder falling from the sky and slashing on the top of Wen Fuding's head again.

Lao Dao's purple and gold Dao robe was reflected red, and the lightning and light were wandering around, and outsiders couldn't get close at all.

The three of them hurriedly resisted, and for a while, they couldn't help the Daoist who was suffering from the Heavenly Tribulation.

Although Wang Quanquan was a little impatient, he also tried his best to stabilize the army's heart:

"Don't worry, this old guy is fighting against the thunder, he is disobeying the will of heaven, the thunder tribulation is naturally much more ferocious, even if he can resist the previous ones, the last few will definitely not be able to bear it."

As if in response to the king's authority, when the thunder dissipated, Wen Fuding's conceited voice came from the smoke and dust:

"The old man has three body talismans, which were obtained by the ancestor from the immortals, these three runes can be worth three thunderstorms, as long as the poor dao can resist the first seven paths, he can ascend to the immortal without worry."

……

Wang Quanquan raised his eyes and saw that the other party's purple gold robe, which was given by the emperor, was already scorched black, and it was obvious that it was not as easy as before just now.

Ye Jian glanced at Wang Quanquan, his eyes seemed to be smiling, and the latter did not feel embarrassed, and said casually:

"This old Wang Ba is really prickly."

At this time, Wen Fuding has begun to faintly carry an indescribable bearing, and Wang Quanquan has heard Zhang Danxuan say that this is the posture of an immortal.

Wen Fuding naturally knew about this change, and he stroked his beard and said:

"As long as you don't disturb the immortal enlightenment, the immortal can forgive the previous unreasonableness."

Wang Quanquan didn't say anything at all, narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look around, and said to the other two:

"You guys take it first, and I'll deal with Wen Fuding."

Ye Jian nodded, but found that the other party sat down, and the old man said in surprise:

"Aren't you going to find that demonic obscurity?"

A sneer tugged at the corner of Wang Quanquan's mouth, and said:

"Doesn't he like to play Ray? That young man let him play enough at once! ”

With that, he closed his eyes, concentrated on it, and began to vomit.

Seeing this, the old sword fairy sighed, "Boy, the old man has more than one sword today, and you have to convert it into silver for me later." ”

At this time, the kingship has entered the realm of selflessness, and everything in the outside world has long had nothing to do with him.

……

It's still the same sea, calm on the surface, but turbulent inside.

The king sat on the beach, calmly looking at the magnificent scene in front of him.

Before Ah Qing died, there was no beach here, but on that day, his cultivation was restored, and the spiritual power around his body flowed into the sea from his limbs and hundreds of bones into the dantian in the form of a stream flowing into the sea.

Wang Quanquan was only concerned about revenge at that time, and he didn't notice that the spiritual sea was suddenly several times larger than the original, and in this space with only spiritual power, there was actually a piece of sand.

Wang Quanquan didn't understand what it meant, he just practiced step by step, and in the dead of night, he always came to the beach alone, sat on the beach, and looked into the distance.

"Ah Qing......," the man muttered.

……

"Apprentice, you and I are immortal cultivators, the foundation building period is only an entry, and when we reach the Jindan period, we can barely be called immortals."

A few months ago, in the jade pendant space, the old man with white hair was talking endlessly about the knowledge of cultivating immortals to his apprentices, which was regarded as fulfilling his obligation to be a master.

"In your realm, the Taoist sect practice, emphasizing the condensation of refinement, qi, and spirit, you can be reborn into an immortal, which is what they often call the Jindan Dao or a saint.

But in the old man's opinion, what they have pursued all their lives is only a small part of our cultivation path, and they must also be bound by the rules of heaven and earth here, and they will be thundered and descended if they are not careful.

Unlike us, it doesn't matter if you do all the good things or the bad things you do, there will be a thunderstorm when you condense the golden pill, and it will be exciting to think about it. ”

When Wang Quanquan heard this, he took off the shoes he had just put on, and the old man, who was nominally his master, saw that the situation was not good, and directly turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared.

……

"Ah Qing, this sea may be gone in the future...... Can it still be called a beach without the sand of the sea? The man still muttered.

Between the dark red clouds and the dark clouds, the sixth thunderstorm was already ready to move, rumbling above the red clouds, and a quarter of an hour had passed unconsciously, no matter how you looked at this thunder, it was not simple.

Ye Jian and the female Dharma King were still struggling to support the spells that were pouring in from all directions, and Wen Fuding's pockets seemed to be bottomless, and from time to time he would throw out a few talismans, delaying the two of them.

The rumbling sound in the clouds lasted for more than a quarter of an hour, and the momentum accumulated for a long time, and finally the thunder of the water tank was not dark red, but scarlet like blood coagulated, and the color made people feel chills down their spines just by looking at it.

Wen Fuding only showed caution in his eyes, he knew in his heart that he could still resist this blow.

At this moment, Wang Quanquan, who had been meditating quietly, suddenly opened his eyes, and the red thunder that fell vertically from the sky was unreasonable, and then turned back into the clouds under the surprised gaze of the rest.

"Fresh, can this thunder go back?"

The old sword fairy slapped a fireball with the Dao sword in his hand and looked at the female monk next to him, who couldn't help but be a little confused.

……

Among them, the most suspicious is Wen Fuding, for this day, I don't know how long he has been preparing for this day, and he has consulted many Taoist real people to ascend to the deeds, but this situation is unheard of.

The king's authority, who had been ignored by everyone, slowly got up, and the dust breath on his body flashed.

But just this flash still made Wen Fuding aware of it.

"It's you?!"

In the face of the thunder, the old Taoist who did not change his face finally changed his color at this moment.

As soon as Wen Fuding's words fell, the thunder tribulation came, but this time the power was obviously double that just now.

Wang Quanquan looked at the scene in front of him, and said calmly:

"Didn't your mother teach you when you were a child, playing with fire urina and playing with electric urina bed?"

……

The double thunder tribulation exploded on Wen Fuding's body, and Rao is immortal had to shake it, not to mention him, a mortal who had not yet ascended to immortality.

"The king's authority, when the immortal is completed, you will definitely be crushed to ashes!"

In the thick scarlet thunder, Wen Fuding's roar was heard.

"You survive the next thunderstorm first." Wang Quanquan's eyes were calm, and he looked at the red cloud overhead.

……