She said, "This man's voice sounds so familiar!"

"You, you, you......"

"The thunder has arrived, you go down the mountain at this time, you will either die or be disabled."

Sky Thunder?

Is he going to be doomed?

What kind of luck did Meng Qinghe have to bump into Shizun's ascension?

Wait a minute...... Ye Jibai is the master of the Yunshan faction?

Isn't the master of the Yunshan faction called Lonely Bai?

In the Yunshan Sect, this name is rarely mentioned, and the disciples only know that there is a mysterious master in the Yunshan Sect, and as for the name of the master, they dare not talk about it casually.

Meng Qinghe only happened to see the name of the master on the file about the Yunshan faction in Li Piaopiao's study, just a name, and she didn't think much about it at the time.

Lonely cypress, Ji Bai!

Let's play with words!

Meng Qinghe took a deep breath and choked on his nose.

The wind howled, the sand flew away, and Meng Qinghe was lifted into the sky.

"Go and hide in the trees."

You let me hide in a tree on a thunderous day, are you afraid that I won't die fast enough?

Meng Qinghe was pushed by the wind and flew over the mountain beam, knocking open the wooden door of the hut on the ancient tree on the edge of the cliff.

The wooden door rebounded and closed, the wind stopped abruptly, and Meng Qinghe fell to the floor, unable to get up for a long time.

Meng Qinghe's mind kept echoing the words that Li Piaopiao had said: Bear the thunder tribulation, and the master will be able to soar into an immortal!

Will he be able to withstand the thunderstorm?

Meng Qinghe gritted his teeth, climbed to the wooden door with his hands and feet, and his fingers picked at the crack of the door, trying to open the dilapidated wooden door.

But no matter how hard she tried, the wooden door never moved.

Obviously, Ye Jibai did something.

Meng Qinghe could only look out through the crack in the door, and among the flying sand and stones, the white shadow on the other side of the mountain beam looked very small.

It seems that it is about to ride the wind at any time.

Lightning tore through the cloud-covered sky, and thunder was deafening and shrouded from the sky.

Hunting in white, the ink hair is terrifying.

Meng Qinghe couldn't see the expression on Ye Jibai's face clearly, but the feeling of being struck by lightning was uncomfortable.

If a person wants to go to heaven, he must accept the test of heaven.

If Ye Jibai carries it today, he and Meng Qinghe will be in the same heaven and on the earth in the future, not people from the same world.

No, they are not people of the same world.

Meng Qinghe remembered the past, his heart was sour, and his eyes were red.

She, a wine seller in Qinghe Town, how could she be as high as the master of the Yunshan faction?

Without allowing Meng Qinghe to think wildly, a thunderbolt struck the roof of the kitchen in front of the treehouse.

The dry thatched roof caught fire in an instant, and tongues of fire followed the wind towards the treehouse.

Thick smoke billowed out, and the scorching fire wind passed through the dilapidated wooden door, smoking Meng Qing and tears flowed.

It's over, Ye Jibai crossed the catastrophe, but he wanted to sacrifice her to the sky, where is the reason of heaven?

Is it because she abandoned Ye Jibai a year ago?

O iniquity!

"I'm not dead yet, why are you crying in a hurry?"

"You're not dead, the old lady is dying, you didn't see ......" Meng Qinghe turned back suddenly, and Ye Jibai was looking at her condescendingly.

Ye Jibai's face was pale, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, and the corners of his white robe were scorched by the heavenly fire.

Ye Jibai is injured?

"I can't stay in this house, so let's go out first." Ye Jibai grabbed Meng Qinghe from his waist and swept out of the window behind the wooden house.

As soon as I arrived outside the window, a thunderbolt shot straight down.

Ye Jibai was holding Meng Qinghe in her hands, if this thunder fell on her, she was afraid that she would be killed on the spot.

Ye Ji turned around and used his back to resist the thunder.

Meng Qinghe was frightened, and grabbed Ye Jibai's arm tightly, "You are crossing the tribulation, can you be serious?" ”

Although he has cultivated his body, it is quite difficult to block the thunder and lightning that rushed to Meng Qinghe's body in an instant.

Ye Jibai snorted, spit out a mouthful of blood foam, tapped the trunk with his toes, and flew higher up the ancient tree with his strength.

This ancient tree on Starfall Peak is an ancient divine tree, and those heavenly thunderbolts with eyes dare not split this divine tree.

This is also the reason why Ye Jibai threw Meng Qinghe into the tree house.

But he overlooked the fact that hiding in the treehouse could not be struck by lightning, but it could not prevent the smoke pouring in from the outside.

Ye Jibai put Meng Qinghe on a thick branch of the Divine Tree, wrinkled his eyebrows and stared at Meng Qinghe's eyes, his voice hoarse, "Mortals soar, there are forty-nine heavenly thunders, do you know how many heavenly thunders I have received now?" ”

"Much, how much?" Meng Qinghe was stared at uncomfortably by Ye Jibai, the last time he looked at Meng Qinghe with this kind of eyes was when Meng Qinghe proposed to break up.

"Seventy-five heavenly thunders."

"Huh?"

This thing comes with a gift?

"Guess why?"

Meng Qinghe hesitated: "It won't be because of ...... Me, right? ”

Ye Jibai's eyebrows relaxed, and he sneered: "You really look up to yourself, stay here honestly, and wait for the thunder to go away before you go down the mountain." ”

"Ye Jibai." Meng Qinghe hugged the trunk of the tree with one hand and grabbed Ye Jibai's sleeve with the other, "When will this thunder tribulation end?" ”

Ye Jibai raised his head and looked at the sky, "There are six more realms that will be over." ”

As he spoke, a deafening roar gathered momentum, and the white clothes fluttered, and Ye Jibai was robbed again.

The dark clouds cut off the starfall peak, and the roaring sound of the fish dragon river was masked by the thunder.

Meng Qinghe sat on the trunk of the tree, staring intently at the white shadow fighting against the thunder in the gray and black world, and she didn't even notice it, the red light flashed in her eyes.

Meng Qinghe was thinking about what Ye Jibai had just said, mortals soared, and there were forty-nine thunderstorms in the sky, why did he suffer eighty-one?

Is it because she suddenly appeared at Starfall Peak?

Is it because Ye Jibai Dao is unstable?

Or is it because of ...... He wasn't mortal?

When the eightieth thunder fell, the heavens changed again.

The Tianhe River burst its banks, and torrential rain poured down.

Ye Jibai was already injured, and at the moment he was physically exhausted, and fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.

Meng Qinghe's heart tightened, and he almost fell off the branch.

Li Piaopiao said that if you faint at the time of the thunder tribulation, and the calamity is not over, the remaining heavenly thunder will shatter the primordial spirit of the person who should be tribulated, and it is hopeless to try to ascend in the future.

The characters who have ascended through the ages, when they know that they can't withstand all the thunderstorms, will take the offensive, try their best to defend, protect the primordial gods, and learn from them for the next thunderstorm.

Meng Qinghe could see clearly that Ye Jibai did not lay a defensive barrier when he fell, which means that after the last heavenly thunder fell, Ye Jibai would be disabled even if he did not die.

Brain wreckage is also crippled.

"Ye Jibai!" Meng Qinghe's shouts were drowned out in the storm.

The white shadow lying on the ground far away was motionless, did he faint?

Meng Qinghe was concerned about Ye Jibai's injury, but when she climbed down from the tree and ran over the mountain beam against the wind, the eighty-first heavenly thunder was afraid that it had already been split.

Seeing Ye Jibai being struck by lightning like this, Meng Qinghe couldn't bear it in the end.

After all, Ye Jibai fell into this situation, and Meng Qinghe was somewhat responsible.

Maybe it's all about it.

The rain dripped down the leaves and fell on Meng Qinghe's eyelashes, Meng Qinghe's eyes tightened slightly, and he stood up from the trunk.

The eighty-first heavenly thunder rolled over her head, Meng Qinghe opened her palm, and a blood-red stone slowly floated from her palm.

Bloodstone glows a dazzling red in the wind and rain.

The Ancient Divine Tree trembled, and the leaves brushed.

Suddenly, countless dark blue light dots scattered from the dense branches and leaves of the sacred tree.

The spirit bird flapped its wings, and its tail feathers glowing with a faint blue light swirled and flew in the air, carrying Meng Qinghe to the other side of the mountain beam.

At the same time, the last thunder came......