Chapter Seventy-Six: Nine Changes in Thunder (Part II)

"It's coming!"

The sound of wind and politics was like a bell, and everyone in the Mo Sect held their breath, and their eyes looked at the sky. A thunderstorm roared, and in an instant the wind blew fiercely, and the bitter rain poured down, blowing everyone's robes fiercely.

At this time, the Protector Sect Enchantment had already dissipated without a trace, and everyone who had seen the fierce power of the Eight Heavenly Thunders before did not dare to neglect the Ninth Heavenly Thunder at all, and they all sacrificed their own housekeeping skills, ready to fight to the death.

"Wall pose!" Feng Zheng's eyes were like copper bells, his hands were raised suddenly, and the sea of ink under his feet moved according to the sound, and in the blink of an eye, it was spread out in the air, converging into a huge black enchantment, like a solid shield, lying in the center of the Mo Sect and the Heavenly Thunder.

"Quick!"

Feng Zheng shouted again.

He was concise and to the point, but he showed his anxious emotions unmistakably. He could see at a glance that the ninth heavenly thunder was menacing, and this majestic power of heaven and earth was several times stronger than the eighth heavenly thunder of Fang Cai, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to resist it with his own strength.

When the people heard this, they were like facing a great enemy.

They all know very well that Feng Zheng has always been calm and solemn, and he has never been impatient and calm in the face of strong enemies, but at this moment, Feng Zheng has shown a very unusual appearance, which makes everyone's hearts sink.

But what should come will come. The exercises practiced by the Mo Sect are about the same, and everyone works together to summon out a series of ink pillars that are more magnificent and majestic than their talents, and they are behind the ink shield constructed by Feng Zheng, it seems that they want to exhaust the power of the entire Mo Sect to resist this ruthless heavenly thunder.

But in Feng Zheng's eyes, it is not all rolling thunder.

These nine heavenly thunders will not attack for no reason, if they are really the same party of the monsters, just by virtue of this method of manipulating the heavenly thunder, they will already enter the realm of the first type of people.

Such a handful of people in the world, just to stand outside the gate of the Mo Sect, Feng Zheng had to go out to greet him in person, with a smile on his face, if he asked the Mo Sect to release people again, how could Feng Zheng dare to refuse the request of the first type of people.

Maybe someone used some unborn secret treasure to be able to rain down such a powerful Nine Heavenly Thunder?

Feng Zheng pondered, but it was not ruled out that the Dao of the behind-the-scenes manipulators did not reach the realm of the first type of people, and even he was not as good as himself. After all, that night, the golden-faced black-clothed man who was only a second-class person was holding a rare high-grade magic weapon like the Hell Linglong Tower, and it would not be strange if he could still come up with something good.

Feng Zheng thought about it, and always felt that there were a lot of strange things about this matter, but the time was pressing, and he couldn't help but think about it again, but the idea of seizing the secret treasures of the three major families was more certain in his heart.

The heavenly thunder came towards Wu Qiufang, but Wu Qiufang didn't know it at this moment, and he was still fighting wits and courage with the golden light.

Since the golden light shot back into Qiu Fang's right eye, the already familiar pain returned to Qiu Fang's body, and in an instant, his eyes turned black, and he felt unconsciously kneeling on the ground, and his body gradually curled up into a ball.

It's really the golden glea's fault.

Qiu Fang broke out in a cold sweat, and was forced to cough violently a few times by the pain, and red blood gushed out from the corners of his lips again. He endured the discomfort, propped up his trembling right hand to wipe away the bloodstains, and hurriedly drew a few talismans in the air, barely holding back the pain in his internal organs.

Although he didn't know what the golden light was, Qiu Fang knew very well that this thing was anything but an ordinary thing, otherwise he wouldn't have felt a trace of pain in his body after he used the talisman to relieve pain.

But although the pain could be suppressed, the impact of this golden light never went far, and after the blood at the corners of his lips was wiped away, a new wisp of red was added.

Looks like this thing isn't going to be easy to deal with. Qiu Fang thought to himself, and hurriedly crawled to the bed tremblingly, leaning on the edge of the bed and sitting on the ground, panting for breath for himself.

With Yan Qingyun's supervision, Wu Qiufang has never fallen behind in his daily practice in the past sixteen years, but he has not experienced several thrilling events, so he is helpless in the face of golden light at this time.

He couldn't really die here, he felt his right eye suddenly moisten.

This is not because of the tears that grief left from it, but because of the thicker blood stains.

Qiu Fang shook his head with a wry smile, and simply closed his eyes tightly, allowing blood to slip from the corners of his eyes.

If you really want to lose your life here, then you can't end up dying, it's too embarrassing, a bitter mockery appeared on the corner of Qiu Fang's mouth.

Under the effect of the talisman, the pain was reduced a lot, Qiu Fang only felt that the roots of his ears were a little clearer, and although the pouring rain and lightning and thunder outside did not stop, at least it seemed less noisy.

His eyes were closed, his thoughts drifted into the distance, Wu Qiufang, who didn't know whether he would live or die, looked indifferent, and the shadow of Zhenming Mountain appeared in his mind, it was on a hot summer afternoon, the sound of cicadas, the mountain was quiet, and the sun slapped on the lush dense forest, casting the shadow of the trees.

He imagined that he was lying on a large stone slab in the middle of the forest, which he had used to take a lunch break since he was a child, and lying on it, a faint coolness came from the vest, and his mind became peaceful.

This slate has been around for a long time, and the original uneven stone surface has been polished smooth like jade. The dappled shadow of the tree fell on his handsome face, and suddenly a man's voice came from behind him.

It was Yan Qingyun's voice.

"If you don't practice, what are you doing here?"

"Master, the disciple has finished his homework for the day, so come here to rest for a while." Wu Qiufang said with a smile, he knew that he was a dying person, and when he heard Yan Qingyun's slightly scolding words, he did not quickly admit his mistake and make amends, but smiled comfortably.

"The road is endless, and there is no time to finish it." Yan Qingyun shook the dust in his hand, and the silver-white tail stood upside down, about to touch the dust on the ground.

"The disciple wants to take a break."

Qiu Fang had never spoken against Yan Qingyun, but he was bold at the moment, and there was a bit of fatigue between his eyebrows.

"Time is like a mountain with a river, you have to rest, and you can rest enough in the future."

Yan Qingyun looked at Qiu Fang calmly, Qiu Fang was stunned, and said with a miserable smile: "Master, the disciple is about to die." ”

"Who said that?"

"The disciple's internal organs seem to be bursting."

"I'm asking you, who said that?" Yan Qingyun looked at him coldly and repeated.

"It's... Disciple... Say it yourself. ”

"I've taught you this skill in vain." Yan Qingyun was as cold as ever, and he didn't show any strange emotions because of Qiu Fang's exhaustion, and he still looked like he usually reprimanded the young man.

Qiu Fang didn't say anything, just buried his head and touched the loess under him with his hand. He thought that he would never see this mountain and this water again, and the master sometimes told fortunes and made hexagrams, always saying that his fate was determined by heaven, and he wanted to go down the mountain because of the calamity.

But the so-called catastrophe can actually make you lose this little life. He didn't regret that he didn't disobey Yan Qingyun's order at the beginning, but now the fate is something he doesn't want to meet.

"Heaven and earth have a thought, if you want to live, you can live. If you seek death, I will not stop you. ”

Yan Qingyun suddenly snorted coldly, said that, held the dust in his arms again, turned around and was about to leave.

"Master!"

Qiu Fang shouted.

Yan Qingyun didn't look back, but stopped, his pale blue robe fluttering in the wind, with a calm posture.

After pondering for a long time, he said calmly: "What you think about, where you want to live, what kind of thing can you count as fate, calamity, hum, what can it be." Apprentice, don't let the teacher look down on you. ”

As soon as Yan Qingyun's words fell, the heaven and earth in Wu Qiufang's mind collapsed instantly, and the mountains and rivers were all vain, leaving only a hope for life.

"Fate, calamity, whatever."

Qiu Fang coughed and muttered to himself. He slowly opened his eyes, and everything before him was back to normal, the dusty candlesticks, and the old wooden windows swaying in the wind, all quietly where they belonged. It's just that blood fills his right eye, and all these things fall into his eyes, and they are all covered with a faint layer of red.

He sneered to himself, no matter what Li Changfeng did, Yan Qingyun's disciples had their own skills as Yan Qingyun's disciples, and the people of the Dongji Gate would not lose to the people of Zhenghou Mountain, thinking about this, he adjusted his posture with difficulty, sat cross-legged, and forcibly pressed the surging qi and blood in his body, mobilizing his mana to operate.

In any case, Master can't be looked down upon.

He thought so, but the fetters in his heart were gone, and his mind gradually returned to tranquility, whether it was life or death, it was up to him to decide.

A burst of pure mana poured out of his abdomen, spreading step by step, like a stone being thrown into a pond, ripples and ripples, enveloping all his internal organs.

It seems to be useful, and Qiu Fang's heart wells up with a snickering joy.

Under the wrapping of mana, the qi and blood gradually subsided, and the pain gradually disappeared. But the blood in his right eye still couldn't stop, and it slowly flowed down his cheek.

Again!

The mana rushed up again, enveloping his right eye again. At this moment, the golden light and blue light in his eyes were flooding in, constantly flickering alternately, as if two lights were contending.

Qiu Fang gritted his teeth, at first he was restless, confused with his thoughts, and he didn't know how to use the mana in his body to suppress the fierce golden light, but at this moment he figured out this in his heart, and he could be regarded as clarifying his thoughts and gradually suppressing the golden light.

There was a thunderclap, and the rain darkened the heavens and the earth, and the ninth thunder waited for a long time before it fell suddenly, and the sound of explosions that resounded in the sky came from all directions.

The golden light in Qiu Fang's right eye didn't know if it was a desperate fight, and the golden light also became violent with the sound of the thunderclap, and it erupted in an instant, illuminating the entire house, which was extremely dazzling.

The pain reappeared, but the young man was no longer afraid, in the thought of life and death, if he wanted to live, how could the calamity be stopped. He trembled and put his hands on his chest, inhaled slowly, and after a moment gently exhaled the turbid air in his chest.

Not to be outdone, the blue light struggled to wrap the golden light in his eyes, and the golden light struggled for a long time, and a trace of dimming became the trend of the lamp drying up.

After a while, as the golden light faded to nothing, the rain outside the window gradually stopped, the dark clouds became sparse, and the bright moonlight sprinkled again, falling in the room, Qiu Fang finally felt that the pain was completely gone, and the blood stain on his right eye gradually dried up, as if everything was back to the same as before.

Behind Feng Zheng, there were already a few people lying on the ground due to excessive mana consumption, and the rest of the people who could still stand were also panting, and their faces were full of exhaustion.

Feng Zheng fell to the ground, and the black robe looked deeper in the night, and he stared at the dark clouds that dissipated in the sky, and the bright moon that reappeared, and fell into deep thought.

Whether it is Qiu Fang, or the people of the Mo Sect, they don't know that these nine thunder tribulations are summoned by the golden light in Qiu Fang's eyes, and they should have been borne by Qiu Fang alone, but by mistake, they became the masters of the Mo Sect to protect the Dharma for him.

Probably, calamity is also nirvana.