Qin Zhengtian glanced at it and retracted his gaze.

Wan Feng's inheritance is only suitable for the son of the Taixuan Sword Sect to inherit.

The blue light swam, temporarily cutting the sea of thunder, and under the thick purple clouds, Wan Feng's remaining sword intent became clearly visible.

"I can only maintain the kung fu of three incense sticks at most, you hurry up and come to enlightenment!"

Yan Wan said breathlessly, she turned her head and found that Fu Zhu had already sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes and concentrated, and didn't look at Lei Hai at all!

Yan Wan's fox eyes widened in astonishment, and with a deflated breath, the blue light collapsed, and the thunderclouds once again covered the path she had so hard to open up.

"The girl has entered the country."

Qin Zhengtian's tone was flat, but his heart was turbulent, where did the head of Wenchen receive such a talented apprentice?

He also saw the sword intent, and it was as fragmented as Qiong Ying's sword, and he couldn't see anything, but Fu Zhu girl just had an epiphany all of a sudden.

Is she really not the next head selected by Wenchen?

The rune beads could not hear the movement around them, and in front of them was a mysterious and elegant purple, with the occasional silver-white lightning bolt lit up.

There seemed to be two phantom shadows in the sea of thunder, one green and one red.

The cyan is a nine-tailed fox, and the slenderness of the shadow is a slender beauty.

Gradually, the green shadow disappeared, and the beautiful figure was also ethereal. Only the elegant sword intent, like a meteor in the night, is getting brighter and brighter.

That's right, it's bright words.

In the purple thunderclouds, the sword intent is majestic and heavy, like mountains and rivers, and a bunch of begonia flowers blooms.

This is the sword intent of Fairy Wanfeng.

With only a glimpse of the corner, you can imagine what kind of Qiong Zi Ying was the female sword immortal who was the champion of the cultivation realm.

The remaining sword intent in Fu Zhu's eyes was automatically pieced together, and she could even see the phantom holding the sword, how to tirelessly hand out the sword light.

The thunder began to grow.

Yan Jian jumped to the side, muttering, "Why did it happen so suddenly?" ”

Qin Zhengtian hadn't seen a thunderstorm for many years, and he couldn't remember what kind of battle he was when he turned into a god.

I just think that this thunderstorm is particularly terrifying.

He also gave way to the side, but not far.

The moment the thunder slammed into his body, Fu Zhu felt that his internal organs were in pain, and the power of the god thunder tribulation was increasing exponentially.

A terrifying wound was split open on her skin in an instant, and her spiritual power was running rapidly, and she was only halfway through nourishing the wound before she was cleaved by a new thunderbolt.

"Did she give birth to the Anti-Chemical God Thunder Tribulation?" Yan Wan muttered to herself.

The physique of the Terran monks, even if they have been tempered, is not as good as the demon beasts.

She had seen many Terran cultivators either hold up an enchantment to block it, or use magic weapons to dissipate the power of the thunder, but in that case, the pure power in the heavenly thunder could not be fully integrated into itself.

The demon beast has strong body meridians and will try to absorb the power contained in the thunderstorm, but the human race will do this, but very little.

After all, no matter how stable the realm is, it is not as important as life.

Qin Zhengtian looked at Fu Zhu with a worried expression, he didn't expect this girl to look very smart, but she was a dead eye.

"Whew." Yan Lian lay on the ground, holding his hands, and exhaled a breath of turbidity, which was white with fog.

"Old man, do you feel that it is suddenly cold?"

Jin Mingyun was accepting the inheritance, and Fu Zhu was crossing the Divine Thunder Tribulation, and Yan Jian could only talk to Qin Zhengtian.

Qin Zhengtian, who knew Yan Xuan's strength, acquiesced to her calling herself, and as she spoke, a mist surfaced, "There is a little." ”

"Is it winter now?"

Trapped in the secret realm of the vault for many years, Qin Zhengtian has long been unaware of the change of years outside, and the four seasons turn.

Yan Wan shook his head: "It's only late spring now." ”

Late spring and early summer.

The first white fell between heaven and earth.

Yan Wan raised his eyes in surprise, "It's snow?" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the snow poured like goose feathers, fluttering and endless.

Jin Mingyun and Fu Zhu were soon covered with snow, and they were motionless, as if they were sealed here.

Yan Xuan didn't like the snow on her hair, so she shook her body to make sure that the fine snow was shaken off and tied up the enchantment.

Inadvertently, she saw this sudden heavy snowfall, falling into the sea of thunder, and the power contained in it seemed to be reduced.

Yan Xuan's eyes showed a look of joy, it would be nice if the snow was a little bigger, there is a saying in human beings, God help me, this is the scene now.

Yan Xuan's heart was hot, she turned her head to look at Jin Mingyun, and then at Fu Zhu, her thunder tribulation was halfway through, and her state seemed to be unable to die, she was really a tenacious human being.

With such a strong physique, crossing the Thunder Sea should not be a problem, and he will not die in it like Wan Feng.

Fu Zhu absorbed the power of the heavenly thunder without distraction, and after the soul was beaten over and over again, it became more and more solid.

Finally, the last thunderbolt fell, and her heart was as open as a wilderness, and it was obvious that something was different.

Between the Yuanying Sword Cultivator and the Transformation Sword Immortal, the separation is really a heavenly moat.

After stepping through this moat, the scenery is completely different.

Fu Zhu didn't change her dress for the first time, but tried to swing a sword, the sword aura was fierce, and the split thunder sea did not close for a long time.

Yan Wan opened his mouth wide in a daze, "If it is at this level, we will cross the Thunder Sea, and we will be eighty percent sure." ”

Fu Zhu pinched the trick and changed into her magic clothes, the white clothes were bright, her eyebrows and eyes were clean, she tilted her head slightly, "Is it only eighty percent sure?" ”

"Eighty percent is already very high!" Yan Jian grinned and said, "The Thunder Sea is vast, once you enter, you have to start all over again, just have strength, and have no ability to permanently, even if it is me, I may not be able to guarantee that all beards and tails will come out." ”

I broke two tails last time, but I felt sorry for her.

Fu Zhu's eyebrows raised lightly, and he asked, "But if you are eighty percent, isn't it that you can't pick the firmament fruit?" ”

"At least 10 percent."

Yan Xuan was so blocked that she couldn't speak, and she turned her head away with a snort.

At this time, Jin Mingyun also woke up.

After accepting Wanfeng's inheritance, he knew the hardships and dangers of her coming all the way here, and he knew even more deeply the dangers of this thunder sea.

Jin Mingyun looked into the distance and saw the old old tree in the thunder sea, and only one flower and one fruit were born on the branches.

It turned out that Uncle Shi came here for this dome flower in the first place.

But she didn't know that Uncle Zhao's father finally fell.

It would have been nice if he had come here more than a decade earlier.

Jin Mingyun sighed for a moment, and then returned to normal. He is not a person who likes to be sad and sad, although the experience of Uncle Wan Feng is so embarrassing.

Jin Mingyun learned from Wan Feng's memory that the Dome Flower can break the magic barrier, but the Fu Zhu Girl has a clear sword heart, what does she want the Dome Canghua to do?

Before he had time to think about it, Yan Xuan instructed, "Now that you have found the place where Wan Feng fell and inherited her inheritance, you should help me with something, right?" ”

Jin Mingyun let out an indifferent "um".

He is not a man of his word, and since he promised Yan Xuan, he will not go back on his word.

What's more, he still has to go to the Thunder Sea to pick up the Qiong Ying sword.

Although it is wasted, it is better to bring it back to some people as a thought.

Yan Xuan's eyes were full of satisfaction, and they all said that the human race was cunning and not inferior to foxes, but these people seemed to be not bad, and Wan Feng thousands of years ago was also.

What a vision she has!

It is worthy of being selected by her from beginning to end.

Let's sort out the seniority:

Wan Feng and Zhao Zhiying's fathers are brothers and sisters (the highest generation)

Zhao Zhiying and the current head are of the same generation (middle generation)

Jin Mingyun (the lowest seniority)