Division Commander Rong told Zhuoer about his idea of escaping the heavenly thunder, and then asked his opinion for the first time.

"Do you think I should do this? Abandon the flesh and become the ...... of heavenly fire"

As a Jindan monk, she naturally didn't need to ask for the advice of a Ning Dan stage monk from a technical level. She is panicking now, and turning into a heavenly fire means that she will lose everything that a human has been, unable to eat, unable to sleep, and unable to be human. can't even give his dear sister a hug, not even as good as a mortal.

Asking so much in the hope that someone will be able to give a positive answer. She was terrified of her future and had no courage to make a choice.

After hearing this, Zhuoer couldn't help frowning. He always felt that he had encountered this situation before, 'What the hell, why does it sound similar to Qi ghosts?'

He doesn't know what he touched his eyebrows, all the good girls, within a few days of contact with him, all lost their bodies (lost their bodies) inexplicably, what is the situation?!

For the division commander Rong's method of surviving in death, Zhuoer still supports it.

"Seniors, it's always better to be alive than dead. Besides, haven't you just run into a catastrophe and need remedy? Being struck to death by lightning can't help. You transform into Heavenly Fire and pass through the chest, and your power will increase. When the time comes, it will be easier to fight those fleeing demons, and it will not be without benefits. Are you saying I'm right?"

That's what Commander Rong wanted to hear. Still, she had some concerns.

"After turning into a heavenly fire, I won't be able to destroy your box......"

She had planned to set up a magic circle, the equivalent of a 'remote-controlled detonation device'. After she returned to her hometown through the box, she manipulated the circle to blow up the box.

However, in the state of heavenly fire, she was unable to control the circle. Strictly speaking, she couldn't cast any spells after she turned into a heavenly fire, and at most she used her mind to communicate.

"Forget it...... "Shi Chang Rong thought about it, "I'm afraid God is preventing me from destroying your box." I'll leave the box to you. ”

When Drow heard this, his heart rejoiced. I couldn't believe that the woman in front of me would be so generous, and asked worriedly: "That, then your junior brother is still here?"

"What are you doing here? You have no way back in this world, and you can't survive the thunderstorm. Let my junior brother come to you and wait for death?"

"Oh, that's great. Drow was so happy that she was about to cry. "When are you leaving, senpai?"

Division Commander Rong frowned and scolded: "Remember to drive me away, right? Hehe! I originally wanted to leave some benefits for you, but now I don't have them!"

Drow didn't care, what was good or not, and he was thankful that he could deal with this. It's not good to expect anything else, it's too greedy to be struck by lightning.

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In the next two days, Zhuoer and Division Commander Rong found a secluded residential area to live, used the box to visit some places where the sword was hidden, and took a few high-ranking ownerless flying swords. He also took a few Maotian elders to some sinister places and subdued a few powerful spirit beasts. He even cut down an ownerless spiritual peak and transported it to Yantian City, enriching the heaven and earth aura in the entire area.

After tossing, the strength of the Maotian Sword Sect instantly skyrocketed. However, it is difficult to say whether such an increase can cope with the next troubles......

Early this morning, the S market reappeared. A thundercloud gathered overhead in a certain community, condensed and persistent, showing a trend of black clouds pressing the city. However, this cloud is so big that it only covers a small area, and the place across the street is completely sunny.

Division Commander Rong grabbed the Fire God Cast, looked at the thunderclouds in the sky, and said goodbye to Zhuoer and his body with a smile.

"If there is a big mess today, although the culprit is me, you are also somewhat responsible. If my world is darkened by demons and I need your box to help, I hope you don't refuse. ”

Drow nodded, shook the Heavenly Prison Staff in his hand, and the gems on the stick were cut off and sent to Yan Chuchu's hands to study the method of cracking.

"My friend's body still has to be recovered by your junior sister, how dare I not help. Rest assured, senior. ”

For a while, the room was filled with an air of reluctance. However, the division commander Rong eventually left. Before the thunder fell, she turned into a cloud of fire, rushed up to the clouds, and unleashed the unstoppable Heavenly Fire to drive the clouds away.

Tianlei slashed a few times in vain, and found that the only person in front of him was not afraid of himself, so he left in a huff.

After that, Tianhuo also turned into a tongue of fire, and drilled into the box along the window, to face the demons that she released, and to protect her beloved teacher and sister.

Before leaving, the division commander Rong left something for Zhuoer. A jade slip of the exercises and a flying sword.

The exercise method is the method of the unity of human sword and sword that she cultivates, which is called Pei Dan Sword Sutra. The flying sword was the one she had used before.

Shi Chang Rong felt that since it was possible to use him and his box in the future, it was always good to choose to be kind to him, and it would be beneficial and harmless. Let's make friends.

Not only that, but she also allows Drow to come and play often. The Heavenly Sword Sect is always welcome. If you have any doubts about the exercises and practice, you can also ask.

The Desolate Ancient Refining Nerve that Zhuo Er cultivated was very special, and he could not be cultivated at the same time as other exercises, and at most he could only learn spells. Therefore, the jade slip of Pei Dan's sword sutra was kept by him, and he planned to give it to his little beauty to learn. As for the flying sword......

"This sword is good, and I am lacking this indestructible treasure. Let's put it here for now. ”

He planned to find someone to learn some spells to control the flying sword and experience the feeling of a sword immortal.

After saying goodbye to the division commander Rong, Zhuoer stretched his waist with relief and wanted to sleep. He hadn't closed his eyes for a long time, and he had been busy as a box driver for several days, and he was too tired to do it.

As soon as he received the box, jade slip, and flying sword into the hawthorn ball, he saw that the dark clouds in the neighborhood's neighborhood were condensing. The same slap is big, the same black clouds are crushing the city to destroy, and the same thunder is looming.

"Oh my God, what the hell!"

Zhuoer poked his head out of the window in a panic, thinking that the thunder just now had not been enjoyable, and he found his brother again.

But if you think about it, this kind of thing is really unscientific. And this thundercloud is floating in the neighborhood next door, so it shouldn't have anything to do with me......

"Could it be that someone next door is crossing the thunderstorm?"

The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was, but he didn't bother to take care of this kind of, and was about to close the window and sleep, but he saw a person running out of the neighborhood, shouting as he ran, "I don't want to die!

It seems to be hiding from this thundercloud.

Before Drow could see the man's appearance, a thin arc of lightning descended from the clouds and disappeared in a flash, cutting the man into nothing, and even splitting him into ashes.

Since the destruction of the White Pavilion, the management of the White Pavilion has also disappeared. The monks couldn't enter the small world, so naturally they couldn't survive the thunderstorm. Some monks are unlucky, and if they rush to cross the catastrophe at this time, they will naturally have only one way to die.

Drow looked at the place where the man had turned to ashes, and his feelings were a little complicated. After all, this matter was caused by himself, if he hadn't taken Shi Changrong to a fast food restaurant to eat and provoked the two sides to fight each other, the person in front of him would not have died so miserably.

Just as he was blaming himself, a beautiful girl ran out of the neighborhood crying and fell to the place where the person had turned to ashes, crying and screaming.

Apparently, that dead ghost was her father.

"Alas, the iniquity ......"

Drow shook his head, he couldn't stand it, so he closed the curtains. Just as he climbed into bed, holding his pillow and planning to sleep with him for three days and three nights, there was a knock on the door.

A middle-aged monk stood at the door with a smile and whispered a word of Taoism.

"Fellow Daoist, we know that you are a friend of Longyuan, and so am I. Please open the door and discuss important matters. ”

He came out of the door with a helpless face and said to the person at the door: "Fellow Daoist, I haven't slept for several days, and I'm sleepy to death." I don't care what happens to you, can we talk about it in three days!"

"Three days? That's too late. The monk narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Now that the White Pavilion has been destroyed, the monks have nowhere to survive. I don't know how many people are crying and shouting for us, and we don't bother to take care of it. We only accept those who are trustworthy, such as you, a fellow Taoist. How, think about it?"

Drow was a little impatient by this man's words, "What the hell are you doing?

The man kept smiling and said proudly, "I am a friend of Long Yuan, a person from the tenth small world. Longyuan's legacy, Daoist friends, you should have heard of it, right?"