Since the opening of the Dengxian Gate, every once in a while in the cultivation realm, the major sects can hear who is going to cross the catastrophe again.

However, the Tibetan Sword Sect is an exception.

As a great sword cultivation sect, there are many talented people in it, and the sword cultivator in the new generation has produced a genius, and he is also the leader of the new generation of the cultivation world.

can be counted carefully, to this day, the most recent one of the Tibetan Sword Sect to ascend is still the existence of the elders decades ago, and among the disciples of a certain generation, no one has ascended so far.

Every subsequent generation of newcomers who entered the Tibetan Sword Sect would hear a story, a story about Senior Sister Lu.

I heard that in the cultivation realm, many genius monks of the same generation as Senior Sister Lu are now suppressing their cultivation and refusing to ascend, in order to wait for Senior Sister Lu to wake up.

Since Senior Sister Lu's senior brother and best friend sent her into the Soul Gathering Array, decades have passed in the world, and Senior Sister Lu is still asleep.

And they, still waiting.

It's not that no one said something discouraged, as time passed, the legendary color plated on Lu Yun was retreating, and many of them thought that Lu Yun had long since ceased to exist.

Of course, more people are clinging to a hope.

It's a legend, but how can it end?

It was an uneventful day in the Tibetan Sword Sect.

Some people on Tianfeng are practicing swords, and some people are cooking wine and tea, chatting about interesting things.

When the wine was in full swing, the wind on the Tianfeng suddenly rose, the dark clouds condensed, and the brilliant Tianwei heralded the arrival of the thunderstorm.

"It's Elder Yun, right?"

He asked, shaking his fan when he smelled someone.

With Yuntian's cultivation, he should have risen decades ago, but for the sake of Lu Yun, he forcibly suppressed his cultivation, and for this reason, he did not hesitate to disperse most of his cultivation, just to stay longer in the world.

However, with the situation in the cloudy sky, the qi machine will be implicated at any time, so that the thunder tribulation will fall.

For a while, many people in the Tibetan Sword Sect looked at Wen Tianfeng, and they also thought that this was the thunder tribulation of the clouds.

"Want to help?"

Wen Ruyu asked.

He didn't become the master of the Divine Array Gate as he had imagined, but became an elder, and there was always a period of time every year when he would temporarily stay on Wentian Peak.

The twins took out those high-level magic weapons of Linlang Pavilion.

Others can't interfere in the tribulation, and it's okay to provide some power such as formations or spiritual weapons to resist the thunder tribulation.

Everyone looked at the four.

They all know very well that the reason why they stay here is that they are waiting for the same miracle.

"I'm tired."

Ji Hongxi responded generously.

As he spoke, Yun Tian's figure appeared in front of him, and during this time, in order to avoid triggering the thunder tribulation, he had been in retreat in a special secret room.

"Whose Thunder Tribulation?"

Yun Tian looked at everyone present, and then looked at the thunder tribulation that was about to take shape above his head, and asked suspiciously.

He sensed the breath of the thunder tribulation and came out, but this was not his thunder tribulation, he thought it was a little cub.

Because of Yuntian's words, everyone was at a loss.

It is impossible to find the wrong place for the thunder tribulation, and there must be someone here who wants to cross the tribulation.

Several people slowly looked at the white tiger Huanhuan who was stretching his waist on his stomach.

"Whew." Huanhuan was so anxious that he forgot that he could speak, but everyone understood what he meant, and he was denying it.

Huanhuan's side, Rabbit Moon rolled and turned into a milk doll of a few years old.

After receiving everyone's eyes, the milk doll rolled her eyes: "It's not me!" ”

Lori is the heart of the royal sister, and she is talking about the month of the beastmaster.

"Who's that?"

Everyone was asking this question.

"I've seen it, and there is no one else on Tianfeng." Listening carefully, there was a slight tremor in Meng Lin's voice.

Over the years, there is only one person who can trigger Meng Lin's emotions.

They were silent, subconsciously looking in a certain direction.

When they have eliminated all the wrong options, the remaining answer, no matter how unreliable it may seem, will be the truth.

Ji Hongxi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he was speechless.

He got up, knocked over his glass, and headed somewhere, almost at the same time, everyone followed.

Above, the thunderstorm is still brewing.

The dark and heavy clouds hung over everyone's heads, oppressive and majestic, but no one cared.

Over the years, I've seen too much thunder tribulation, and I really don't have that kind of fear.

In the bamboo forest, a formation was arranged, and only these people present could enter at will.

In the center of the bamboo forest, a few fragments should have surrounded a cluster of fluorescence, and that fluorescence was where Lu Yun's soul was.

When they walked in, they didn't see the familiar ball of light.

The empty center made several people's eyes split.

"Who?"

Over the years, there has been martial law on Wentian Peak, and it is impossible for even a bird to fly by at will, who can take away Lu Yun's soul in front of such a person.

"Is there a possibility......"

The twins spoke in unison, and the two looked at each other, indicating that they had a good heart.

It's not that no one is guessing in this direction.

But they have waited for so many years, and they are close to the truth, but they seem cowardly and timid.

The bamboo forest fell silent, except for the roar of the thunderstorm.

"You ...... Are you looking for me? ”

The voice that belonged to the woman, as in her memory, had a slightly cool touch.

Someone walked out and looked at them with a smile.

On that familiar face, the expression was like the rising sun, with a suffocating gentleness.

Across the distance of time, the man stood in front of them again, his green clothes fluttering, and his black hair falling like a cloud, just like the original frivolous appearance.

"I'm back."

Lu Yun whispered, swallowing the sourness in her throat, she smiled and pointed to the sky.

"I'll talk about it later, but there are still important things now."

She didn't expect that once she woke up, what she was waiting for was the thunder tribulation, which showed that Tiandao really didn't like herself.

Knowing that she couldn't kill herself, she hurried to drive herself away, and even volunteered enough spiritual power to let her soar into the sky.

She flicked her sleeves and swung up into the wind.

With a move of his hand, the long sword was horizontally in front of him, and the snow fell.

A few swords are still there, but they can no longer be aggregated into immortal weapons, and now they are just themselves.

But that's fine, what she wants has never been an immortal weapon.

"Little junior sister, do you want to help?"

There were the voices of several senior brothers behind him, and when he looked back, he saw the affectionate eyes of his friends.

Lu Yun smiled and shook his head.

"It's just a catastrophe, I can handle it."

Lu Yun has always done what she says.

The sword light rushed up against the thunder, and the thunder that made many people tremble was shattered by Lu Yun.

Nine Heavenly Tribulations, as she said, but Er'er.

Senior Sister Lu's demeanor, on this day, under the thunderstorm, forcibly crashed into the eyes of those new generation disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect.

Now Liu Ru and Feng Yuyao, who were elders of the Tibetan Sword Sect, raised their heads and looked at the familiar figure with bright smiles.

"She's back."

Yes, she returned, and the stagnant waters made waves, and the waves were stormy.

At the moment when the thunder tribulation disappeared, Lu Yun patted his sleeves and returned to everyone with a light breeze.

She stared at everyone, all familiar faces from her memory.

Looking at their excited or happy expressions, Lu Yun raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were raging, and the fire in his eyes was raging ambition.

"As a celebration of my return, guys, would you like to have a big game?"

Later, the people who listened to the story asked what is great.

Someone replied......

On that day, the thunderstorm came nine more times.

On that day, colorful clouds were born above the clear sky, and fairy music floated like a song.

On that day, on the Wentian Peak, everyone soared.

In the following year, in the cultivation world, there were many old people who followed Senior Sister Lu.

People who listen to the story have a sense of adoration and common thoughts.

Senior Sister Lu, she was born to create legends.