Soon, the dialect realized that something was wrong, this thunder was not naturally formed, but it was coming towards the peach forest, the thunderclouds above the head were getting denser and denser, and the dialect could even hear the rolling thunder, and the dialect could clearly feel that this thunder was not coming at itself, they were all gathering towards one place.

It was the only place that the dialect in the Zhangtao Forest had never been, the hiding place where Xing had no intention of avoiding, at first Xing had no intention of avoiding dialects, but later it was dialects who actively avoided where.

This thunder was attracted by the big brother of the star unintentionally? It has something to do with the body shape he said? The dialect couldn't avoid it, put away the streamer wing in his hand, summoned it to the red cicada, and flew towards the star unintentionally.

Dozens of miles away, in an instant, the dialect looked at a haze a few miles away, and the breath of Xing Unintentional was in it, but even if the dialect ran and the illusion was broken, he couldn't find where Xing Wuyi was, it seemed that the haze was Xing Wuyi, and his breath was everywhere, but it was not very obvious everywhere.

Thinking of Xing's previous explanation, Fang Yan didn't go over directly, but he didn't leave either, keeping an eye on the thunder changes above his head at any time.

The hazy mist has been churning over there, it seems that the star has no intention of running some kind of exercise in it, and the thunder above his head is also moving more and more frequently, and it will land at any time, and the dialect stares at the hazy mist over there without moving, and suddenly, the mist began to shrink, from hundreds of zhang to only thirty zhang in size.

At this moment, the thunder in the air finally fell, and although the peach miasma poison above the head was strong, it had no effect on these thunders, and an electric snake with the thickness of an arm fell from the sky and directly hit the center of the mist.

The mist was instantly struck into a mass by these thunderbolts, and then trembled a few times, and then gathered together, but it did not stop shrinking the pace, before the second wave of thunder fell, it was only a dozen zhang in size, but the contraction speed was obviously much slower.

Fang Yan stared at this mist, sensing the unintentional breath of the stars in it, and an inexplicable thought came to his mind, could this mist be Brother Xing? This fog is not aura, not water gas, not any kind of fog that Fang Yan knows, but every inch of it can sense the unintentional breath of the star.

While thinking about it, the second wave of thunder had already fallen, and this time there were two thunderbolts, which instantly hit the hazy mist that had just gathered, which was even more violent than the last time, and there were a few snaps, and the mist became fragmented again.

This time, these scattered fogs were still gathering together, but Fang Yan felt that this time it was not as fast as last time, could it be that Brother Xing couldn't support it a little?

The third wave of thunder and lightning came much faster, and before the light of the second wave had dissipated, the third wave fell, and this time it was all four at the same time.

After seeing that the fog was instantly dispersed into more than a dozen small groups, Fang Yan still wanted to gather, but it seemed that he was a little powerless, seeing that another wave of thunder and lightning was about to fall, there were still a few small groups wandering outside, and it was still possible to stay together, if they couldn't gather, another lightning bolt, these clouds of fog would definitely be dispersed.

Although it is not clear what state Xing Wuyi is in now, Fang Yan knows that the fog in front of him has absolutely a lot to do with Xing Wuyi's big brother, and seeing that another wave of more thunder and lightning is about to fall, Fang Yan no longer cares if Xing has no intention of staying, and if he doesn't help, I'm afraid that these fogs will be destroyed, and the breath of Xing Da Dao inside will also dissipate.

Fang Yan immediately sacrificed his thunder tree and fled towards the mist, this time the thunder light did not increase in number, but each one became thicker, and each lightning bolt doubled in thickness, from the thickness of an arm to the thickness of a calf.

The Thunder Tree did not disappoint Fang Yan, and still swallowed a lot of the fourth wave of several electric lights, but the power of these thunder and lightning far exceeded Fang Yan's expectations, even with the help of the Thunder Tree, nearly half of the thunder and lightning still passed through.

Those few clouds of mist still did not gather, Fang Yan did not hesitate at all, immediately urged his own mana, and guided several thunderbolts to his body, only to feel a burst of crackling movement in the meridians, Rao is body after the Dan was knotted, and it could not withstand the impact of these violent forces, but for a moment, Fang Yan felt that his meridians were not injured a lot.

The fog below finally gathered back into a ball, this time it was a few zhang smaller than the last time, only less than ten zhang in size, if the dialect probed carefully, it could be seen that the ten zhang size of the fog was vaguely in the shape of a human being.

However, Fang Yan didn't have time to probe the situation below, and thunder fell above his head, this time the number was reduced to two, but the power contained in it was more than twice that of the previous four.

At the same time, the dialect urged the thunder tree, and the body also ran the Sanskrit Technique of Forging the body, adjusting his body to the strongest, and a burst of numbness soon spread throughout the body, and the internal organs were no exception, and then came the pain to the bones, and the meridians of the dialect were greatly damaged, almost broken inch by inch, and it was impossible to urge the magic weapon again.

Another lightning light fell, a thunder light as thick as a waist, just when Fang Yan thought that he was going to die under this thunder light, he suddenly felt a light pressure on his body, and turned his head to look, but it was a beautiful man standing beside him, the fluctuations emanating from his body were very strange, very different from ordinary monks, but the breath was that of the big brother of the star, and at the same time, a colorful barrier appeared above his head.

After the largest lightning bolt hit, half of it was dissolved, and the remaining half instantly hit the beautiful man, and suddenly a thunder force circulated in his body, but disappeared after a while.

The thunderous clouds above his head finally dispersed, and Fang Yan's hanging heart finally let go: "You are Brother Xing?"

"What's the matter? Hehe, dialect, don't speak, it's important to heal first. ”

Fang Yan suddenly felt a fresh aura pouring into his meridians, gently repairing his seriously damaged meridians. Fang Yan reluctantly urged the mana in his meridians to merge into this aura, and at the same time operated his mental method and fell into cultivation.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Yan woke up from his cultivation, but found that Xing Wuyi beside him was a little mentally weak, and was meditating there to recover, looking at his intact body, Fang Yan suddenly knew what had happened: "Brother Xing, I'm really sorry, I'm tired of you." ”

"If you say anything, if you have any strengths and weaknesses, I will regret it for the rest of my life, I can't imagine that the spiritual path is so difficult. ”

"Spiritual Path?" Fang Yan asked with some surprise, "Brother Xing, what is the spiritual path, is it your previous state? I feel that you are now stronger than the Yuanying Cultivators I have ever seen." ”

"It's right to be strong, a monk of the same level, I can at least fight one against two, but this is not the right way, I have already left the avenue when I take this road, and when you cultivate to a high level, you will naturally know, unless you have to do so, don't take this road." But brother, I really want to thank you this time, not only brought three spiritual things that must be used, but also carried two for me in the thunderstorm, if it weren't for you, my brother would really be gray this time. ”

"Thunder Tribulation? Brother Xing, you said it was a Thunder Tribulation?" Fang Yan couldn't sit still this time, and jumped up, the Thunder Tribulation was not thunder and lightning, it was a calamity, and if you were not careful, it would be wiped out, could it be that you actually survived the Thunder Tribulation?

"To be precise, this is not a thunder tribulation, but a small thunder tribulation, and only monks who take the path of spirituality will encounter it, if it is really a thunder tribulation, even if you and I add a piece, we can't get through it, but that's a matter of distraction for the great monks, even if you and I touch each other, we can't touch it, okay, don't talk about this, but you, tell me where you have gone in just a few years, not to mention that your cultivation has risen, and there are a lot of high-level magic weapons on your body." ”

Today's star has no intention of reuniting his body, and he is no longer as restrained as before, but has become very talkative.

Fang Yan briefly said what happened after he left the peach forest, and he didn't talk to the old man about Xing's unintentional things, and at this time, Fang Yan didn't reveal the old man's information to Xing unintentionally, although the old man was in retreat in the Qiankun Ring at the moment to recuperate.

Until he heard Fang Yan say that he was being chased and killed by three Yuan Infant Monks, Xing unintentionally waved his hand: "Go, Fang Yan, after taking out the magic weapon in this peach forest, we will go to find those Yuan Infant Monks." ”