The Taoist in Tsing Yi tried to pull the mother-in-law of the Awu family away, but after several attempts, they were unsuccessful. The Taoist in Tsing Yi was helpless, so he had to use a killer move: "It's not what you think, but next month, the school will be disbanded!"

This reason was completely improvised, and it was even necessary to make this decision only in order not to harm this clansman.

"Really?" Although the mother-in-law of the Awu family was unwilling, this reason was too convincing for her to leave.

"Yes, there is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, and after a while, the old man will go out on a long journey!"

"Okay!" the mother-in-law of the Awu family took the spar and stopped making unnecessary insistences.

"Let's go back after packing all this! I don't have classes in the afternoon, I don't need to cook, I'll come back tomorrow!"

"Okay, Mr. Big!" the mother-in-law of the Wu family continued to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, not slacking off because the employment period was about to end.

Begging for life, that's it, there is a beginning and an end, and a good beginning and a good end can win a good reputation.

When she returned home, the mother-in-law of the Awu family told the family the news, and they all sighed deeply.

At night, the mother-in-law of the Awu family tossed and turned, and it was difficult to sleep.

Glancing at the man next to her pillow, she shook her head, put on her clothes, and quietly walked out of the house.

In the sky, dark clouds were thick.

"It's a good wind", the mother-in-law of the Awu family wrapped her clothes.

A white light pierced the sky.

Then came the thunder.

The mother-in-law of the Awu family looked in the direction of the thunder: "It's Sanmu Thatched Cottage!"

Thunderstorms and thunderstorms, whether there is thunder or rain, are very common.

But what is unusual is that the scope of the thunderstorm just shrouds Miki Thatched Cottage, which is worth pondering.

Just when the mother-in-law of the Awu family was in doubt, another thunderbolt fell, and the white flowers of the Sanmu Thatched Cottage were illuminated. If the mother-in-law of the Awu family has read fantasy novels, she really has to wonder if there is a master who is carrying thunder and crossing the catastrophe.

At this moment, a faint sigh came from the Sanmu Thatched Cottage: "The Immortal Reincarnation Seal, it is really magical, it is only the third layer, it can trigger the Thunder Irrigation Body, if the exercises are complete, how amazing it will be...... It's a pity, it's a pity!"

The voice fell.

Then I heard a rolling thunder explode.

An electric snake the thickness of an index finger slashed into the courtyard.

Through the thunder light, a young man can be seen, naked, sitting cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by withered grass and trees, charred and black.

"Ah......h

The pitch of the teenager gradually rises from low to high.

Not excitement, not joy, but the pain, together with the voice. Because of the soundproof magic circle, no matter how loud or small the sound is, it can't escape from the courtyard.

"The third way!"

"Fourth!"

"Fifth Dao", outside the courtyard, a Taoist in green clothes, constantly counting the number of thunderbolts falling.

The more thunder falls, the more excited he becomes!

"Come again, come again, these thunders represent a person's heritage, potential, and future achievements!"

"Sixth way!"

"Seventh!"

"Hey, why are the thunderclouds going to disperse, it's only seven, it's only seven, I'm afraid it's not enough", the Taoist's voice was full of worry.

"What should I do, what should I do?" the Taoist looked up at the sky, seeing that the thunder was about to end, and he was more anxious than anyone else.

The sky is full of dark clouds, which are slowly dispersing.

Suddenly, the thundercloud seemed to sense something, and as soon as the castration stopped, it began to brew again, and there was a tendency to strengthen and intensify.

"Boom", the eighth heavenly thunder, tearing the night sky, is completely different from the previous seven thunders, and there is a qualitative difference.

"Ahh

Below, a miserable scream came out, even if it was a soundproof magic array, it couldn't stop the furious thunder.

I don't know what happened in the middle?

But the result made the Taoist people in Tsing Yi ecstatic!

"It's coming, it's coming, the ninth thunder is coming, hahahaha......"

The Taoist of Tsing Yi stood on the roof, hunting in the wind, his clothes fluttering, if it were not for the ancestral land of Qingming Village, for fear of attracting foreign enemies to covet, he would let out a long roar and lead to singing.

"Ah......h

In the courtyard below, the boy stood up, his whole body black, still unstoppable, glaring at the sky.

But what's the use?

The mayflies shake the sky, helpless, and in vain.

"Boom", the sky was full of dark clouds, all of them were integrated, turned into a nine-foot dragon snake, and fell suddenly.

This is actually a blind spot of vision, because it is fast, extremely fast, and the eyes can't keep up, so it's slow!

But under the induction of the soul of the Taoist in Tsing Yi, this is not the case. I saw that the ninth heavenly thunder slashed into the young man's body in a very short period of time, and despite the protection of the ancient seal and heavenly punishment, and despite the copper membrane method, he still couldn't stop this thunderous blow.

"No!"

Accompanied by the rolling thunder, a heart-rending roar, drowned in the wind and thunder, is the indignation of the thunder, and the helplessness of fate.

"Nine Thunder Irrigation Body!Good!Good!Good!Good Heavenly Muscles, just this momentum can be comparable to when the old man stepped into the Tongxuan Realm!" The Taoist in Tsing Yi applauded.

It's just that after the thunder, there is no sound below.

This made the Taoist in Tsing Yi a little uncertain: "It's good to cross, if you can't cross it, you will die!"

The eyes of the Taoist in Tsing Yi were uncertain, and he hurriedly jumped off the roof to find out the life and death of the young man.

The face is like white paper, and the air is like a gossamer.

But when the Taoist in Tsing Yi saw it, not only was he not worried, but laughed loudly: "Death and then life, broken and then standing, the foundation is solid and incomparably solid! Good boy, the realm of Tianjin has become!"

"This kind of momentum is not trivial, shocking to the world, here, you can't stay for a long time!" The Taoist in Tsing Yi glanced at the direction of Liuli Mountain, where there were not only the Qing Ming Clan, the Black Mountain Clan, at least, there were countless hostile families.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi left in a hurry, and brought back one person in a moment, the young master Qingyun.

Soon, all traces were cleaned up.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi carried a bow behind his back, holding Qingyun in one hand and Qin blood in the other, and disappeared into the night.

The night gradually calmed down.

The sky was full of dark clouds, and all of them dispersed.

The mother-in-law of the Awu family stood at the door and looked at it for a while, then let out a long sigh and went back to the room to lie down.

The next day, the mother-in-law of the Awu family went to the village to take a look.

In front of him, there was a ruin, with smoke curling, and there was still a shadow of the Sanmu Thatched Cottage.

The mother-in-law of the Awu family hurriedly returned to the village and told the big housekeeper Qin Qing about the scene last night. Qin Qing warned the mother-in-law of the Awu family, "No matter who mentions it, don't know anything, otherwise, there will be trouble!"

The mother-in-law of the Awu family kept it in mind, and only regarded it as a dream, and the dream was traceless.

This matter is over.

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On the official road, a strange carriage is galloping, and it is strange to say that it is because there are cars and no horses, of course, in such a strange place, there are such strange carriages, it is not surprising.

"Grandpa Tsing Yi, it's the tenth day, why hasn't he woken up yet!" a young man's voice rang out in the carriage.

The young man is the young master of the Qingying clan, Qingyun. He and Grandpa Tsing Yi in Qingyun's mouth are naturally blood slaves Qin Xue, and they are from Tsing Yi Dao.

"It's almost there, in two days, you should be able to wake up!"

"Really?" Qingyun's voice paused for a while, and then said, "Grandpa Tsing Yi, where are we going?"

"Falling Star Valley!"

The three words of Falling Star Valley evoked the memories of the Taoist people in Tsing Yi: "Falling Star Valley is in the southeast of Liuli Mountain, about half a month away from the Imperial City. ”

"There was once a big faction in the Falling Star Valley, the Earth Abyss. When the abyss was at its peak, there were thousands of disciples, and there were three ancestors of the Purgatory Realm, who were not in the Tongxuan Realm, in the Abyss, they were only ants, and when they reached the Tongxuan Realm, their status was also very embarrassing, it was true, there were too many masters, and the strong were like forests!"

"Just when the abyss was like the sun and the sky, and at its peak, an accident happened, a star shower, falling from the sky, for seven days. Seven days later, the entire abyss sank into the ground and was completely destroyed!" Although the people of Tsing Yi Dao did not witness this accident, its tragedy can also be imagined.

"It's a pity, the earth abyss is so strong, why would Xingyu destroy it?" Qingyun regretted, very incomprehensible.

"According to legend, the earth abyss was planning a big thing at that time, and if it succeeded, it would be able to prosper forever, but unfortunately it failed, and finally caused the curse of heaven, attracting the bombardment of the sky full of stars, and destroying it in a battle. "The Taoist in Tsing Yi often secretly thinks about what kind of major event will cause God's curse, with his knowledge, he can't imagine.

"If the abyss is still there, I should worship the abyss, cultivate all the way, break through the mortal realm, pass through the Xuan realm, and become an ancestor of the purgatory realm. That feeling, it's so cool!" Qingyun fantasized, turning his hands into clouds, covering his hands for rain, soaring into the sky, admired by thousands of people.

The old face of the Taoist in Tsing Yi twitched, and he gave Qingyun four words: "Whimsical!"

No matter how difficult the Xuan Realm is, just this mortal realm has stumped how many heroes and heroes, and they have endured hard years throughout their lives, and they can't make an inch.

There is only hard work, there is no chance, and the exercises are just a futile sigh, a vain!