He didn't seem to have seen a monk condense the golden pill and still be punished by heaven, or in other words, in the cultivation history of the Tianxuan Continent, there were few monks who condensed the golden pill and suffered heavenly punishment for thousands of years.

Cultivation is to go against the sky.

After the realm is high, in addition to fighting with yourself, you also have to fight with heaven and earth.

Heavenly punishment is a kind of heavenly method.

The higher the realm and the greater the potential, the stronger the heavenly punishment will be.

Jindan Realm cultivators who want to break through to the Yuanying Realm will fall under heavenly punishment nine times out of ten.

As for Chang Ling in the Jindan Realm, she can be punished by the Heavenly Punishment with good visual power, so what kind of terrifying potential should she have.

Gu Siyu subconsciously ignored the other situation of heavenly punishment, for killing bloodthirsty monks, heavenly punishment was also extremely powerful.

After all, the way of heaven will not let him do evil for a long time, and the evil retribution will be reported to him sooner or later.

How could a kind and pure monk like Chang Ling be punished by heaven because of his karma?

While Gu Siyu was pondering, purple thunder had already poured down in mid-air.

Originally, I was thinking of using the magic circle to set up a barrier for Chang Ling's breakthrough, trying to cover up her aura, but now it seems that it is doomed to be in vain.

Gu Siyu didn't know whether to be happy or not, fortunately they were now in Yanzhou.

The vast, sparsely populated Yanzhou.

Rao is like this, whether it is Yanzhou or inland, countless eyes are condensed on this black cloud that is not too wide.

The first heavenly thunder smashed on Chang Ling's body, and she only felt a shock all over her body, countless tiny electric lights kept jumping in her body, and her whole body was numb, and even the operation of her spiritual power stagnated a little.

Chang Ling hurriedly breathed, his face very solemn.

She knew that this was just a gentle temptation by the Heavenly Dao.

The second lightning suddenly came, and Chang Ling's whole person was instantly annihilated.

It is just a sudden breakthrough without any preparation, and it should be the first time in a thousand years to deal with the catastrophe without any preparation.

This second ray of lightning was different from the first ray of small fights, and at that moment, Chang Ling felt that his heart had stopped beating.

The sharp pain made her eyes black, and blood gushed down her seven orifices.

Her body couldn't help but tremble.

His own strong recovery ability constantly repairs the dense wounds on his body.

When the breath of heavenly punishment appeared, the falling moon in Chang Ling's sea of knowledge finally regained consciousness.

A familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded in Chang Ling's ears, and her hanging heart couldn't help but relax.

Luoyue seems to have such a calming power in his body, no matter what the situation, as long as he senses his breath......

Luoyue seemed to quickly investigate the current situation, and said with some eagerness: "This heavenly punishment should have a total of nine thunder tribulations, and the power against you is not too strong, the first three paths, you don't have to make any resistance, you must rely on the body to carry it down, which will also be of great benefit to your future cultivation and advancement." ”

"Especially there is not much spiritual breath grass left in your current storage magic weapon, the more powerful the heavenly thunder is, from the fourth path, you must use the spiritual power of the sword to carry the thunder down, the power of each heavenly thunder is at least equivalent to the full force of a Jindan realm cultivator, and the last three heavenly thunders will also attach various effects, and if you can't bear it, you will fall into the demons in your heart." ”

Chang Ling's face was very solemn, but he still remembered the command of the falling moon, and when the first heavenly thunder fell, he dispersed the spiritual power of the protective body, and used his body to directly punish the heavens.

When the power of the second Heavenly Thunder completely erupted in her body, she hurriedly took out a few pieces of blood condensation grass from the storage artifact and swallowed them in a big gulp.

Along with the blood, there was a black, foul-smelling liquid.

This is the toxins and impurities that have accumulated in her body after swallowing the spirit grass over the years.

Although the Heavenly Punishment is terrifying, if it is used properly, it is also a great help for the monks on the way against the sky.

Under the stimulation of the heavenly thunder, the medicinal power of the blood condensation grass seemed to dissolve a little faster, Chang Ling's body was in a state of destruction and then rapid healing for a long time, she didn't have time to faint because of a sharp pain, and she was awake in front of the next pain.

When the aftermath of the second heavenly thunder was dissipated, the third heavenly thunder also followed.

This thunderbolt hit Chang Ling, and Chang Ling couldn't even maintain a sitting posture.

Her entire body was overwhelmed at once, and powerful energy poured out on her, and she couldn't help but let out a long roar under multiple stimuli.

"Ahh ”

But the voice was too faint between the thunderbolts.

It's like a dying struggle.

Chang Ling's tears flowed down in an instant.

It has nothing to do with any emotion, it is the purest physiological instinct.

Even she couldn't imagine that her current body would still have a moment when she could cry directly in pain.

The lightning poured down on her, and that was only the beginning of the pain.

Then electricity would flow through her limbs, and the lightning would explode in every corner of her body.

Chang Ling vaguely found that when the purest and most masculine power in this heaven and earth flowed through her body, the gray mist that had unconsciously seeped into her over the years had evaporated little by little.

Although the demonic qi has indeed improved her body a lot, and her exercises can also effectively deal with one or two, but the remaining demonic qi remaining in the body is a hidden danger after all, and when she returns to the inland in the future, she is full of demonic energy, how to explain it?

This day's punishment cleared up the problem for her.

Seeing that the clouds above were brewing the next lightning strike, Chang Ling didn't hold it up, the Yuan Sacrifice Sword flew above her head, and Chang Ling was still by its side, which could barely be called a deep spiritual power.

Next, she will not passively bear it, but will fight with this day and this day!

The color of the fourth Heavenly Thunder was also different from the pale white of the previous ones, but a glowing light purple.

The Yuan Sacrifice Sword went straight up.

The huge electric light was suddenly cut off by the long sword, and it poured down on Chang Ling's side.

Chang Ling's hand tightly grasped the hilt of the Yuan Sacrifice Sword, and the tip of the sword pointed impartially and steadily towards the sky.

"Ahh

She roared at the sky, as if to relieve all the resentment and unwillingness that had been hidden in her heart for many years.

Thunderbolts fell one after another.

Whether it was the Blood Condensation Grass or the Spirit Breath Grass, or those Spirit Grasses that could play a buff role brought out from the Heavenly Mystery Realm, they were all swallowed by Chang Lingyan with a big mouth.

The furious spiritual power was constantly working in her body, and her body was in the process of collapsing and rebuilding.

The remaining two swords in the storage artifact also flew into the air, and under the Heavenly Thunder Weiya, Chang Ling had already made the perfect three-talent sword array run continuously.

Even if the sword qi seemed too small and weak under this dark cloud, the tip of the sword would always move forward.

There was not the slightest flinch.

Can't retreat, behind the tip of the sword is her ambition, her ideals and her life.

She wants to live, to live to be someone who can pass that light on.

She wants to see this world, the four seas are peaceful, prosperous and peaceful.

In the face of the rules and morals that have long been distorted, and in the face of the world that has been rotten from the inside out, what she has to do is not to sigh or complain, but to do her best to change.

At least never be engulfed in that gloom.

Later, Chang Ling was also aroused a little bloody.

The sword-wielding woman standing between heaven and earth kept roaring, the wind ruffled her robe and long hair, and even the expression on her face became a little hideous.

Only those eyes, firm and bright.

Chang Ling has never systematically received the education that the children of any sect of the family will receive, she has not systematically learned the exercises and moves, everything she has learned so far has been learned from the opponent in actual battles again and again, and it has been sharpened and perfected little by little between life and death.

At the time of the fifth heavenly thunder, Chang Ling had already regarded the black cloud above his head as his opponent.

Never die.

It's a hearty feeling.

It's just that the thunder in the black clouds is getting bigger and bigger, and the frequency of Chang Ling stuffing the spirit grass into his mouth is also getting faster and faster.

Her fighting spirit is also climbing little by little.

Isn't it just a heavenly punishment?

Because of the unclear karma in the sea of consciousness that attracted the punishment of heaven, she was already depressed.

Along the way, although she can't be called pure and good, at least she has a clear conscience.

Now, God will punish her! Heaven will stop her!

Chang Ling was pressed to the ground by the electric light again and again, and the ends of her hair were all blackened, and she stood up again and again, the sword in her hand always standing upright.

In the midst of such boundless suffering, Chang Ling could no longer distract himself from the fact that a few heavenly thunders had fallen.

The setting moon in the sea of her consciousness is very clear.

The first six thunderbolts that can be carried down by themselves or external forces have passed, and the last three are the most dangerous part of every thunderstorm.

Regarding these three thunder tribulations, they have given countless titles.

Conscience thunder or afterlife thunder.

For those who survived the successful entry into the country, this is a thunder of conscience.

For the vast majority of those who died here, it was a thunderbolt.

This thunderbolt was different from the previous one.

The surface of the electric light was already faintly glowing with golden light.

There was no coercion fluctuation, and it landed in an instant and melted into Chang Ling's body.

Chang Ling only felt that the pain on her body disappeared in an instant at this time, she opened her eyes suddenly, and found that she was standing intact in the bustling downtown area, blinking her eyes, as if the slight distraction just now made her see another scene.

"Senior sister, don't get distracted. Gu Yunxi's cold words came from her ears.

"Oh. Chang Ling hurriedly responded, hanging his head and walking behind him.

She is Chang Ling, a true disciple of the Canglan Sword Sect, and after successfully condensing the Jin Dan, she was released by the sect to parade.

It is said to be a parade, but in fact, it is to let those who have lived above the mountain gate for a long time experience the various states of the world, which is very helpful for the growth of their state of mind.

It just so happened that the elders of the Yuanying Realm of the Shimen had important matters on their hands, so her senior brother Gu Yunxi took her down the mountain.

The two of them have traveled a lot before, and now they have traveled to Qingzhou.

For this place of scattered cultivation, Chang Ling was quite interested.

After coming back to his senses, his eyes were quickly attracted by the dazzling array of things on the street.

Strange to say, the people in those stalls were all mortals, laughing at the monks.

Suddenly, a dirty figure lay straight at her feet.

The man was disheveled, and his exposed skin was covered with horrible red marks.

I don't know what kind of abuse I was subjected to.

Chang Ling was about to bend down to help him up, but Gu Yunxi, who was beside him, stretched out his hand to stop her.

Soon, a high-spirited figure came over and stepped on the man on the ground several times.

Just above this bustling city, everyone who passed by seemed to be very accustomed to this scene.

Not even a stop to comment.

Chang Ling always felt that he should do something, but as soon as he turned around, he met Gu Yunxi's calm eyes like water.

"It's just a mortal. She heard him say contemptuously.

She subconsciously wanted to refute, but when the words reached her throat, she couldn't say a word.

What should she say?

The disparity in strength naturally makes the status of mortals and monks unequal, and it seems reasonable for the weak to succumb.

I have to force that monks are also from mortals, but why can others become high monks, I can only be a mortal who crawls in the mud.

Why is it that some people's future is destined to be bright and grand, and the world is waiting for him to grow up and then change.

Why do some people see the ceiling as soon as they open their eyes in their lives?

Chang Ling shook off Gu Yunxi's hand fiercely: "Senior brother, I like it very much here, only here, can I not hide my face, on the street, in front of so many people, call you Senior Brother." ”

As soon as she said this, the huge bazaar seemed to be pressed the static button, and everyone turned their heads and looked directly at Chang Ling.

Chang Ling continued: "From the moment we choose to hold the sword in our hands and choose to embark on the immortal path, we enjoy the spiritual energy resources of this world, and we have the corresponding responsibility. ”

"We are the same as any mortal in this world, but on different paths. No one is more noble than the other, if you really want to talk about it, we who continue to absorb the aura of this world are not even more despicable. ”

"When we choose to step into the path of immortality, we often make vows and promises, saying what kind of person we want to become, saying what kind of world we want to see, but this road is too difficult to walk, too bitter, too tiring and too painful, and we forget why we chose to embark on this road in the first place. ”

"It can't be said that we forget that we choose to ignore it in the face of interests, life and death, and then we find that it seems that there will be no punishment for this, and even the default rules in the world are like this, and the first to die in a disaster is often the hero, and the survivors continue to make the rules a little bit thicker. ”

"People gather together, refer to each other, paralyze each other, and it seems that this is the right thing. ”

"Senior brother, it's not right for a monk to wantonly beat, scold, and torture mortals. ”

"What is not right is always wrong. ”