In the sky above the capital, the dark clouds gradually began to disperse, Wang Quanquan quietly looked at the center of the clouds, Wen Fuding was undoubtedly dead to the point that he could no longer die, and under the baptism of thousands of thunder tribulations, not even the ashes were left.

But somehow, he couldn't be happy, and Lao Dao's words before he died even made him faintly have a trace of admiration.

Cultivators, the unnoble realm pursued throughout their lives, in the end are still under the will of heaven, and only by following the path can they achieve the Tao and ascend to immortality......

"Alas," Wang Quanquan sighed and turned his head to look at the two behind him.

The Bodhisattva of the Door Truth folded his hands and was chanting the Tibetan Sutra in a low voice, the Buddha crossed the people and crossed himself, the Buddha cut the meat to feed the eagle and feed the tiger with his body, even if the person was a heinous person, he could also get mercy.

After chanting the Buddhist scriptures, the female monk raised her head again, and said calmly:

"The poor monk owes the favor back then, so don't pass it away."

"Huh? So anxious? I also wanted to take my aunt on a good tour of the capital. Wang Quanquan said with surprise on his face.

The corners of the female king's mouth curled, and for the first time, she smiled in front of the young man, and said lightly:

"The poor monk wants to take his apprentice back to the Dharma Temple to shave and receive ordination, and he will meet again in the future."

With that, the female monk turned around and headed in the direction of the temple.

Wang Quanquan stood in place in a daze, and it took a long time to come to his senses, "Good girl, no wonder I can make my father look at it, it's so good-looking when he laughs." ”

When he turned around, he saw that the old sword fairy was staring at him with a strange expression, obviously thinking that he had some strange habits.

Wang Quanquan didn't bother to explain, and directly stretched out his hand, "Bring it." ”

"What?" The old man's eyes glanced to the side, pretending to be stupid.

"Less garlic, what's the matter, I asked Zhang Danxuan to take care of you personally?"

"Oh, look at the old man's memory, he's old, by the way, what did you just say?"

The old man pretended to be confused and addicted, and after seeing the other party's slightly meaningful eyes, he took out the peachwood sword from his sleeve and handed it over.

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In the palace of Yangxin, Emperor Shun still closed his eyes, but his face was much better than before, although it was not as ruddy as ordinary people, but it also faded from his youth, but he didn't look bloody. Even if Nie Yingxue doesn't understand medical skills, she is a lot more relieved to see this situation.

Outside the house, the dark clouds in the sky gradually receded, and the sun shone on the streets of the capital again, for ordinary people, it was just another ordinary busy day, as if nothing had happened.

Above the palace, Wang Quanquan and Ye Jian flew down and went straight to the Palace of Nourishing Hearts.

Wang Quanquan first nodded at Nie Yingxue, who was worried, and then came to the bedside, put his palm on the top of Emperor Shun's head, and said something in his mouth:

"The immortals touch your top, and give you immortality."

The other two couldn't laugh when they heard this, when did this happen, and they didn't forget to take advantage.

……

The meaning of purple gold in Wang Quanquan's eyes flowed, and a trace of dragon qi poured into the Baihui acupoint above Emperor Shun's head along the palm, and the latter's face gradually returned to ruddy, and his eyelids trembled slightly, showing signs of awakening.

Ye Jian smiled, turned his head to look out the window, and the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

"Lord Wang, the situation doesn't seem to be good." The old man reminded.

Wang Quanquan bowed his head to instill dragon qi into Emperor Shun, and did not raise his head and said:

"It's wonderful, although this matter will cause more or less damage to his body, but his life is saved, as long as you pay attention to recuperation and don't work too hard in the future, it shouldn't be a big problem to live fifty or sixty. Oh yes, especially not to overindulge.

Look, aren't you all waking up, old man, you are telling me something wrong, are you cursing Your Majesty......"

Wang Quanquan raised his head and just wanted to buckle a big hat for the other party, but he was also stunned by the scene outside the window.

Outside the window, the dark red clouds were still there, and the originally bright streets were also dyed with blood.

"It's strange, isn't that demon Dao dead yet?" Ye Jian's face was suspicious.

Wang Quanquan said thoughtfully: "I'm afraid it's not because of him. ”

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"Who is here to cross the catastrophe, and not show up quickly? This Antarctic Immortal Emperor turned into a nine-day Ying Yuan ......"

The majestic voice above the red cloud began to introduce itself again.

Wang Quanquan shrunk his neck, and for the first time, he wanted to be a turtle with a shrunken head, which shouldn't be able to find his head, right?

He wasn't ready to cross the tribulation, to be precise, he wasn't ready to let the Thunder Ministry preside over the Thunder Tribulation, the huge thunder pool just now, just one was enough to wipe himself out.

……

Heaven and earth fell silent for a moment, and the voice above the clouds reappeared, but this time it was faintly cold:

"You must appear within ten breaths, or this seat will go to look for you in person."

"It's a dog."

Wang Quanquan blurted out a sentence that made everyone present look sideways, and Old Man Ye was even more convinced in his heart that this prince had any bad habits.

"Queen Mother, Your Majesty should be fine, I'll just go...... Forget it, I may not be able to come back, please say to Rongrong, and when I die, scatter my ashes to ...... Forget it, maybe the ashes are gone. ”

Wang Quanquan left an extremely tangled and inexplicable sentence, and then walked out of the door under the surprised eyes of the two and stepped into the sky.

……

"Is that you?"

The voice in the clouds was slightly surprised, and the age of the person in front of him was inevitably too young.

Wang Quanquan smiled, rubbed his hands and said:

"It's the villain. Lord Tianshen, the little one knows that you have a lot of opportunities every day, and you are too busy, so you don't need to preside over this kind of thing in person, I will set up a god position for you at home when I go back, no, I will build you a temple in Beijing! ”

The appearance of the king's authority made the righteous gods behind the clouds stunned for a moment, and the bold young man in front of him actually dared to bribe the immortals!

"Boy, accept your thunderstorm honestly, don't use your mortal tricks to humiliate this seat, that will only deepen your sins."

"Yes, yes, if it were another immortal, the little one wouldn't have the guts, would he? Just to see that you enforce the law impartially and split the old way that violates the way of heaven into flying ashes, the villain admires it from the bottom of his heart, if nothing else, he thinks that you are an upright immortal, I have built this temple! ”

Wang Quanquan looked righteous and Ling Ran, and did not forget to add after speaking: "Please be sure to preside over this thunder tribulation, even if you die under your heavenly thunder, it is a small honor." ”

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Wang Quanquan was a clever sycophant, and even the immortals felt that it was very useful, so a scene that shocked all the cultivators appeared, and there was a cough in the sky, and then the color of the red clouds in the sky dimmed a little.

"Erti for the Heavenly Dao, help the Heavenly Dao to eradicate the disobedient people, deserve the reward, so the power of the thunder tribulation is halved."

As soon as the words fell, a finger-thick red thunder fell, striking on the top of Wang Quanquan's head, who was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and then immediately understood, covering the top of his head in pain.

"Oops, it's going to die, it's going to die."

At this moment, a majestic voice sounded in his head: "Boy, pretending too much." ”

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