The power of this last Heavenly Tribulation Thunder is simply outrageous, with the powerful ability of the Edict Thunder Curse to resist the thunder, absorb more than half of the power, and use the incomparable immortal sword to cut through the heavenly thunder and thunderclouds, but that's it, the remaining thunder light still stubbornly fell on Ji Yuan's body.

This thunderbolt was not very strong, but it was absolutely uncomfortable, which made Ji Yuan fully feel the pain that he had not felt for a long time.

But the more it comes to this moment, the more Ji Yuan can't give up, he has already topped ninety percent, and less than one percent of his previous efforts have been abandoned, which is absolutely uncomfortable and not as simple as spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood.

However, this is not entirely a bad thing, because even if Ji Yuan can block all the heavenly thunder without much effort, this calamity is the calamity of the scroll, and it can't really be that a trace of thunder does not fall on the scroll, otherwise there may not be a next time.

In a burst of thunder light of "chirping and ......", Ji Yuan's eyes were only left with a purple and gold thunder color.

Trembling all over, Ji Yuan's right hand holding the fairy sword slowly released, and then approached his chest a little bit, pressing his palm on the inner pocket of his chest, where the paper crane lived.

If Ji Yuan is still sure that he can hold on, then the paper crane with increasing spirituality will be extremely vulnerable, and if this level of heavenly thunder hits directly, it will inevitably turn the paper crane into ashes.

Fortunately, Ji Yuan could still feel the bulging paper inside when he touched the bag, and fortunately the bag was reinforced by special means, otherwise it would be really hard to say.

The main target of the thunder robbery is still the "Heaven and Earth Transformation" that Ji Yuan is holding on to his left hand, so the thunder light is just used as a channel on Ji Yuan's body, and then a large number of them converge on his left hand.

Ji Yuan puffed up mana to support the scroll on his left hand on the one hand, and on the other hand, he also used himself to hinder the thunder, and even flew out of the sleeve with a row of magic money between thoughts, which turned into pure mana and aura in an instant, so that Ji Yuan's mana increased greatly at this moment, and even coated with a layer of magic film, directly supporting the thunder light.

"Zizi...... ......"

The last trace of thunder finally disappeared, and there were bursts of smoke from this ridge and several surrounding peaks, and Ji Yuan stood in place calming his heartbeat and agitating mana, and his body was also full of white smoke.

"Boom ......"

The thunder was still ringing, but Ji Yuan was not panicked, and looked up at the sky, the form of the dark clouds rolling and gathering was gone.

What's more, because of the slash of the fairy sword, the rolling dark clouds cracked a wide opening in the middle, and the sunlight swayed out of it, shining a band of light on this mountain, which also made the visibility increase a lot.

Although there is still thunder in the sky, it is no longer the kind of thunder that makes people palpitate.

"Hoo ......"

Ji Yuan took a deep breath and let out a long sigh of relief, let go of his right hand, which had always been pressed to his chest, and then looked down at the scroll in his left hand.

The original white color of the rice paper has disappeared, and the paper roll now reveals a withered yellow color, and even some edges are a little specious scorching marks.

On his chest, the little paper crane drilled out of the bag, poked out a head and looked at Ji Yuan's left hand, and saw that this hand, which was usually white, was faintly black at the moment.

However, Ji Yuan didn't have the heart to pay attention to his injuries now, and even forgot the pain, carefully grasping the upper and lower ends of the paper roll with both hands, and then unfolding it little by little.

From the outside, the scroll was not intact, so at this moment, Ji Yuan's heart, which had just relaxed a little, became nervous again.

Finally, as the paper scroll unfolded, Ji Yuan saw the words, his handwriting was still eye-catching, and as the words were displayed more and more, the gods and intentions on it were gradually revealed in his eyes

The ink of these words is jet black, and even occasionally briefly shows a golden purple color, and the handwriting is intact and pretentious, and if you feel it carefully, there is a kind of heavenly majesty.

"It's okay!

It wasn't until this moment that Ji Yuan really relaxed, and his body was not as tense as before.

"Bang la la la ......"

The downpour fell at this moment, and the rain extinguished the flames ignited by the thunder on the surrounding hills, and poured the earth down to the temperature.

Ji Yuan didn't cast any magic spells, and let the heavy rain hit him, and the cold rain made him feel refreshed and more sober.

It was only at this moment that the stabbing pain all over the body, especially in the left hand, became more and more obvious.

"Shhh...... It hurts!"

Ji Yuan laughed at himself, with his concentration and strong mind, he naturally wouldn't be unable to endure this pain, but it didn't mean that the pain would be lighter, and if he changed to another cultivator, he was afraid that he would be so painful that he couldn't stand firmly.

Then Ji Yuan's right hand gently brushed his left arm, and the scorched black color on it instantly receded, and some black fine powder also fell off.

The arm was soon the same as before, and there seemed to be no pain, but only Ji Yuan himself knew that this was just the appearance, and it was still an injury that should be injured inside.

Compared to the belated rain in the barren mountain where Ji Yuan is located, the entire Tongqiu Mansion has long been bathed in this thunderstorm, except for a few people, the people of Tongqiu Mansion do not know that something happened somewhere beyond the sight of mortals.

In the Daliang Temple, the monk Huitong and the eldest princess Chu Ruyan dragged the futon and sat together in the corridor under the cornice of the monk's hall, while the female official stood a little farther away next to the pillars, and the eyes of the three were watching the heavy rain.

"Boom ......"

The thunder still sounded, and the eldest princess listened to the thunder and suddenly said something.

"It seems that the thunder is much quieter than it was just now, but the rain seems to be heavier. ”

"Well, the thunder is indeed a little quieter than it was just now!"

As the two spoke, the rain grew heavier and heavier.

"Woo...... Woo...... Woo......" "Boom ......"

The wind and rain roared in the sky, the thunder was also sharp, and the sound of clattering and falling to the earth was very dense, splashing a leisurely sound on the puddles where they gathered.

"Woo......" "Boom la la ......"

Chu Ruyan involuntarily approached Hui Tong, I don't know if it was because of the cold, goosebumps got on her body, and she whispered to Hui Tong who had been frowning for a long time.

"Huitong...... The wind and rain and thunder are a little scary......"

Huitong was suddenly shocked, opened his eyes and looked at the sky, but the eldest princess's words reminded him.

"On this day...... I don't know if I'm laughing or crying!"

I hope Mr. Ji is okay!

Monk Huitong was worried in his heart, looked up at the sky in the distance, and suddenly looked stunned, because from a distance, there was a long white line in the distant sky that stretched to the end of the line of sight.

'No, it's not the white line, it's the clouds that are separated!'

Before, when the Qingteng Sword slashed into the sky, it was the time when the thunder light was at its peak, and the general area of Tongqiu Mansion was a piece of lightning, even those senior monks of Daliang Temple failed to notice the sword light of the fairy sword, so at this moment, Huitong also found that white trace in the sky, and the color of the sun was particularly conspicuous in the white line of the clouds.

Seeing the ray of sunshine in the distance, it seems that the haze in my heart has also been illuminated.

"Master Huitong, are there many immortal figures in this world who can fly to the sky like Mr. Ji?"

The eldest princess asked softly, and Huitong always folded her hands and didn't turn her head to look at her, but replied quietly.

"The poor monk's cultivation is shallow, and his experience is not deep, but he also knows that there should not be many people like Mr. Ji in the world, as for flying to the sky, it is just one of the magic spells, and if you know these magical powers, you can use them, and the Tao is naturally not bad, but the threshold is not very high, so it is relatively a little more. ”

"Then why haven't we seen them before? Are they all cultivating in the world of immortals?"

Chu Ruyan always looked at Hui Tong, and Monk Hui Tong's side face still looked so handsome, and the slightly thick earlobes made his overall aura more gentle.

"Good Daming King Buddha, eldest princess, people in cultivation naturally have a dharma field and a dojo, and mortals are difficult to find if they have no chance, but ......"

Monk Huitong faced Chu Ruyan and continued with a slight smile.

But it's not very people who haven't seen it all the time, but ordinary people have heavy desires and thoughts, and many times they can't be recognized by real people in person, such as Mr. Ji, who occasionally goes to the teahouse to listen to books, a pot of tea and two plates of dried fruits, and ordinary tea customers generally applaud the wonderful stories of Mr. Storyteller. ”

"Hehe, if the eldest princess is nearby, how can you know that she is an immortal cultivator?"

Chu Ruyan lowered her head and thought for a while, then shook her head and replied.

"Maybe I just think of it as a man of grace and elegance. ”

Maybe it's because she is too familiar with Huitong, even if she gets to know Daliang Temple again, Chu Ruyan doesn't have any sense of distance from Huitong, and even her purpose hasn't changed.

Under the tree in the forbidden land of Daliang Temple, a monk has already erected a simple canopy to prevent the table left by Ji Yuan from being directly drenched by the heavy rain.

About half an hour passed, and the rain of the thunderstorm gradually weakened, and then slowly stopped.

This rain came and went quickly, and even the dark clouds in the sky dispersed little by little after the rain, and the sun shone on the earth again, and there was a rainbow hanging in the sky north of Daliang Temple.

"It's so beautiful, it's rare to be with you not to listen to the scriptures, but to watch the rainbow after the rain!"

Chu Ruyan sighed slightly, and Monk Huitong only sighed slightly, and didn't say anything.

However, when his eyes fell on the rainbow, he found that there was a faint magic light flying, which was the fate of Tayun approaching Daliang Temple.

"Mr. Ji is back! Mr. Ji is really fine!"

Huitong exhaled happily, and the monks in the entire Daliang Temple who were a little Taoist and could find this were all happy, and even the eldest princess and female officials were also happy.

Of course, Ji Yuan is not nothing, but the person who can see his details has not met him so far, so at least on the surface, it seems that he has nothing to do.

When Ji Yuan fell from the forbidden land of Daliang Temple, there were already many monks around the periphery, including Huitong with the eldest princess and female officials, but still no one entered the forbidden land.

Falling under the tree, Ji Yuan casually put his desk in his sleeve, and then slowly walked out of this so-called forbidden place.

"Mr. Ji, what was the thunderstorm just now?"

The abbot of Daliang Temple asked cautiously, and Ji Yuan thought about it, so he didn't want to say so much about the Miaofa, so he replied a little ambiguously.

"Master Abbot rest assured, this catastrophe has nothing to do with Daliang Temple, it was caused by what Ji just wrote, and it has been passed safely, and there will be no problem. ”

"Good, good, Mr. Ji is fine!"

Ji Yuan's eyes swept over, and the monks outside the courtyard all bowed their heads to perform Buddhist salutes, this kind of respect, as if he was the king of Buddhism, and finally his eyes fell on Huitong.

"Master Huitong, Daliang Temple has the incarnation of Master Buddha Yin, and you are also ...... Well, since I have seen the wonderful method of the Buddha Seal Master, and I have benefited a lot from discussing with it, Ji Mou is also leaving. ”

"I hope that all the masters will practice day by day, and you don't need to send me. ”

Ji Yuan originally wanted to say to Huitong that the incarnation of King Ming of Daliang Temple is there, and you can continue to travel now, but when he saw Chu Ruyan on his side, he resolutely shut up.

Before he finished speaking, a crisp female voice immediately sounded.

"Sir, Mr. Ji, please wait!"

Ji Yuan looked at the female official and wondered.

"Is there something wrong with Officer Lu?"

The female officer, who has always been strong, will rarely be a little nervous and twisted, looked around, swallowed his saliva, and lowered his voice.

"Sir, cultivating the Fa and cultivating immortals, yes, are there any qualification requirements?"

This is also a rectum, and he saw the ground with a mouth, so he shook his head with a smile and said.

"Ji does not accept apprentices. ”

(End of chapter)