In the dark nightmare, the purple-red thunder and lightning reappeared, breaking through the sky under the crimson rolling thunderclouds, the thunder and lightning roared, and the blood rained everywhere they passed, and the stumps and severed arms flew in the air.

Fang Kui's sleeping body was shocked, as if the shrimp had been thrown into the boiling oil, and let out a terrible wail before death, and the sound of his parents rushing up echoed in his ears.

Under the crimson light, a thin young man was rolling in the blood, and his originally delicate white face twitched and twisted because of the intense pain, looking extremely hideous and terrifying, like a demon.

Finally opened his eyes, Fang Kui touched his forehead, it was already cold sweat, and he looked at the sky outside the shed, it was already dawn, and a ray of golden sunlight was shining on the young man's face through the gap in the roof of the shed, which was extremely dazzling.

"It's time to start work again, this Red Lie City has long been in ruins, how can there still be big businessmen who hire us wanderers to dig up the ruins, is there really any treasure under this Red Lie Palace?" Fang Kui muttered to himself and walked out of the dilapidated shack.

Scooping a bucket of water in front of the well in front of the house, pouring it down from the head, the young man's spirit was lifted, the haze and terror in his dreams were swept away, and with a wave of one arm, he picked up a shovel and walked towards the inner city wall.

Since the catastrophe came two years ago, the inner city of Chi Lie City has almost become a dead domain, although the outer city has countless casualties, but after all, there are still tens of thousands of survivors, followed by the plague that lasted for three months because of the rotten corpses, tormenting and killing the rest of the lives after the tribulation of Red Lie City, and now the survivors are less than five hundred.

Half a month ago, a caravan of 100 people arrived in this dead land, distributed food, hired strong laborers to dig the ground, and finally brought a touch of life to Chilie City, that is, one-armed young men like Fang Kui were also hired, and they could get a ration for three people by working hard for one day a day.

"Fang Kui, you kid is here, I really can't see that the body is a little thinner, but the strength is not small, and the speed of digging is not as slow as those men with big shoulders and round waists, with you. When he arrived at the entrance of the stone field, the uncle dressed in black yelled at Fang Kui.

Fang Kui barely squeezed a smile out, didn't answer, went straight to the interior of the stone field, found an inconspicuous corner, held the shovel in one hand, and thrust it violently into the rubble, only three points into the ground, and then stepped on it with his foot, and the shovel sank into the ground.

The green tendons on his left arm bulged out, and while Fang Kui exhaled a breath of turbidity, the shovel in his hand turned upwards and shoveled a large piece of rubble aside.

The stomach was empty, but Fang Kui did not have any discomfort, and continued to shovel the rubble, and after a while, he was already sweating, but he enjoyed the pleasure of sweating profusely.

"That kid does have some brute strength, if I hadn't tried his skills, I really didn't know martial arts, and I asked other coolies to know that he was indeed a native of this Red Flame City and a survivor of the Heavenly Tribulation, otherwise he would have been a little scared. The black-clothed man at the entrance of the stone field said to a middle-aged scribe beside him.

"Lu Fan, this kind of afterborn kid has a broken arm, even if you know a little bit about the kung fu of a three-legged cat, you are really getting more and more confused. The middle-aged scribe shook the folding fan in his hand and sneered.

The middle-aged man named Lu Fan frowned, and only replied after a while: "Yu Zhexiu, you are still so frivolous, although this young man is a small character, but the fierce momentum in his bones, I Lu Fan has only seen it in my life, in the past ten days, he has been almost tirelessly shoveling rubble and rubble, if it were you, can you do it?"

"This kind of rough work of coolies, Ben Xiucai really can't do it, so that a rough person like you can try it, and after a day of labor, you may be able to win the appreciation of the master. Yu Zhexiu pursed her lips, looking a little disdainful.

When Lu Fan was chatting with Yu Zhexiu, the laborers in Chilie City entered the stone field one after another.

After the catastrophe, after the baptism of the plague, there were only 500 people left of the nearly 100,000 people in Chilie City, and almost all of these 500 people were teenagers in their teens, surviving in the ruins, and there were only a dozen adult men.

Just looking at these five hundred teenagers, it is very rare to see such labor as Fang Kui, at the end of the day, the rubble and gravel excavated by Fang Kui's shovel is almost comparable to the amount of adult labor, not to mention that Fang Kui is still one-armed.

This huge stone field is where the Red Lie Hall of the Great Yuan Dynasty was located in the past, and every day the young laborers have to dig out a large number of flowing gold tiles and even all kinds of broken luxury things, but even a complete jade dragon and golden phoenix screen did not make Lu Fan and other overseers have any joy, just glanced at it casually, obviously not for such worldly and valuable things.

It was already three poles above the sun, the scorching sun was on the head, and the teenagers were all sweating, even Fang Kui was no exception, but although the body surface was a little hot, the body was as cool as water, and a faint true qi flowed in the meridians like a babbling stream, forcing the invading fire poison brought by the sun out of the body.

Fang Kui couldn't help but think back to that bloody crimson night.

Fang Kui, whose arm had been cut off by the thunder of the Heavenly Tribulation, walked forward with blood, and his ears were filled with the terrible wails of people before they were dying.

The flat ground thunder exploded from time to time, directly blasting the people who fled in all directions into slag, but Fang Kui was not afraid, the tragic scene of his parents sacrificing their lives to protect each other hovered in his mind, and the pain in his heart made the whole person a little confused, and continued to go against the direction of the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder, and moved towards the direction of the Red Lie Palace.

Thunder and lightning, bloody wind and rain, Fang Kui staggered forward like a walking corpse.

There was an earth-shattering thunder in the sky, and a stream of light could be faintly seen falling from the crimson night sky, and then a dazzling golden light pierced Fang Kui's whole body trembling slightly, and when he looked down, there was a middle-aged scribe under his feet, with a faint golden light all over his body, but there was a pungent smell of burnt smell in his body.

"Unexpectedly, I, Tang Qianqi, am a descendant of the Tang Dynasty, and even if I have cultivated the body protection qi, I will not be able to escape the five thunders of the immortal catastrophe, the number of the Great Yuan Dynasty will be dispersed, and my Tang Dynasty can survive for half a year, sad, ridiculous!" The middle-aged scribe seemed to be crazy, and his face was terrifying and roared towards the sky.

Although Fang Kui was a grass people, he had also heard the brilliant historical records of the Tang Dynasty, and he couldn't help but be stunned, but he didn't expect that the middle-aged scribe who fell from the sky not only did not die immediately, but also revealed his prominent identity and some obscure secrets in this self-deprecating scolding, which surprised the young man.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Fang Kui couldn't help but lean down and asked.

"A young man who has not yet lived after the catastrophe, is he interested in slaughtering immortals and avenging his relatives?" Tang Qianqi glanced at Fang Kui with interest.

"Slaughtering Immortals?" Fang Kui was even more confused.

The golden light around Tang Qianqi's body flickered for a while, turning into a golden talisman, suspended in midair.

"This lightning talisman can ensure that you will not die in this immortal tribulation. Tang Qianqi stared at the golden light rune in the air, and his face became unexpectedly relaxed.

"Lightning Talisman, Immortal Fan Tribulation ......" Fang Kui's mind was agile for a while, and he somewhat understood the meaning of this dying middle-aged scribe.

"Since I was a young prince, I betrayed the Tang Dynasty, I have been doing my own thing, it has been thirty spring and autumn, and when I am about to die, I look back on my life and almost step into the way of cultivating the truth. However, the bloodlines of the nine great dynasties were all rejected by the various factions of the immortal family, in a vain attempt to take advantage of the Great Yuan Dynasty to cause trouble and deter the world.

Overnight, the immortal robbery slaughtered the city, I Tang Qianqi died without complaining, boy, with the lightning charm, you should be able to escape the catastrophe, you kid met me I don't know if it was luck or bad luck, you should have walked into the most dense area of thunder, and was bombarded into scum, but after knowing the truth of this heavenly tribulation, I am afraid that the days when life is worse than death in the future will always accompany you!"

Tang Qianqi laughed loudly, the scorching smell emanating from his body became thicker and thicker, and suddenly black smoke curled out from the acupoints in his body, and the power of heavenly thunder attacked, and his body turned into ashes, washed away by the blood-red rain, leaving no trace.

Fang Kui was only twelve years old, but the pain in the broken shoulder and arm gradually faded a lot, and at the broken part of the flesh and blood, more than ten silver needles of all sizes were inserted to stop the bleeding and remove the pain.

A golden light divine sense flickered in the sea of Fang Kui's consciousness, and the strange power of the Heavenly Dao washed the young man's body, although it was for the cultivation of the Dao method, but it had already been cut and washed, and the divine light finally turned into a true immortal talisman, suspended in the sky of the young man's sea of consciousness, waiting for the moment to see the light of day.

Several fairy inscriptions can be faintly seen on the talisman: Kill Ye Daoyun!