Wang Guoyu, Sun Weihong, Su Qianjin, Liu Zhu and others all have a heart-warming desire.
They subconsciously thought that the strong man in the thunder tribulation was their senior. His family's backer, the mysterious and powerful senior, is about to die?
"He is a senior cultivator and cannot die here! The department has said that the best treatment should be given to cultivators! We have to save him!" Lin Xiaoxian shook Wang Jingzhu hard.
But what can Wang Jingzhu do?
Lin Xiaoxian looked at her master and master who were also anxious. At that moment, she thought a lot.
If this immortal cultivator dies here, will the immortal cultivator community be angry with our country? Will he offend his master, his wife and Zhuzi? If the cultivators become angry, what will happen to Master, Master, Brother Ajing and Zhuzi? When the time comes, will they be pinched at both ends and forced into a desperate situation?
However, it seemed that this immortal cultivator could not be saved and would definitely die. If the immortal cultivators do not want to express their anger, there may be only one way...
Lin Xiaoxian showed determination, suddenly let go of Wang Jingzhu, rushed over, and lay on Fusheng's body.
She thought: If someone in the family died trying to save the immortal cultivators, then the immortal cultivators should know that Lao Wang and Xia Guo really tried their best. Even if they still show their anger, there shouldn't be any punishment, right?
"Xiao Xian——" Wang Jingzhu exclaimed.
Everyone was screaming. "Lin Xiaoxian!"
Fusheng raised his eyes and saw the little lady who was protecting him tightly. He wanted to raise his hand to push her away, but he couldn't even move a finger.
Wang Jingzhu stamped her feet: Lin Xiaoxian, are you stupid? This is lightning, not a bullet. What's the use of a meat shield? !
"Xiao Xian!" Seeing that another thunderstorm was about to strike down, Wang Jingzhu panicked and hurried forward, opening a spiritual shield, preparing to resist the lightning disaster.
Lin Xiaoxian burst into tears and hurriedly pushed Wang Jingzhu away. "Zhuzi, leave quickly! Leave! Let me die with him. This is an explanation to your master and the others!" One death is enough, there is no need to sacrifice two lives.
Wang Jingzhu was defeated by Lin Xiaoxian's Madonna brain circuit. She was too lazy to talk nonsense and grabbed Lin Xiaoxian's waist with both hands. She easily took her off Fusheng and threw her far away.
Lin Xiaoxian flew more than ten meters away, but landed lightly without any injuries.
As soon as Wang Jingzhu threw Lin Xiaoxian away, the thunderbolt, as thick as a bowl, jumped down from the sky like a dragon, only to hit the floating life.
Wang Jingzhu stretched her hands upward, trying hard to support the spiritual shield and resist the thunder.
Boom——
The thunderbolt hit the spiritual shield, and the spiritual shield shattered. The calamity thunder fell with a bang, and it was about to fall on Wang Jingzhu.
At this moment, a burst of golden light suddenly burst out from Wang Jingzhu's body.
The tribulation thunder collided with the golden light, causing a deafening roar.
In just one second, Jie Lei was defeated by the golden light.
In the sky, thunderclouds are still gathering, and they continue to gather tribulation thunder.
The thunderstorm is not over yet.
Suddenly, a mysterious and obscure message appeared in Wang Jingzhu's mind.
It turned out that the golden light that suddenly appeared on Wang Jingzhu's body was the power of merit. She bought hundreds of thousands of disease-repelling pills from other worlds and saved countless people, adding to her merits.
When Lin Xiaoxian and Wang Jingzhu just jumped into the thunderstorm, Wang Guoyu and Sun Weihong almost fainted from fright.
Seeing that Wang Jingzhu had withstood the thunder calamity that even the senior cultivators could not withstand, the couple became excited again.
Everyone cheered!
Very good!
blocked!
Liu Zhu slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "I didn't expect bamboo to be so powerful!"
Su Qianjin smiled and said: "She is a disciple of Senior Yuan Zhen, so of course she is great!"
Zhao Fen shook his head: "Is this person also a cultivator of immortality? Why is he so much worse than our bamboo!"
Meng Dun: "Of course there are different strengths and weaknesses among immortal cultivators! Miss Wang's master must be the most powerful among the immortal cultivators!"
Everyone seemed to have lost their memory, completely forgetting how much they had previously admired this lightning-immortal Fu Sheng.
At this moment, everyone was watching Wang Jingzhu show off his power with starry eyes, and looked down upon the immortal cultivator who was lying on the ground like a dead dog.
Lin Xiaoxian cried with joy. "Zhuzi, you are so mean! You didn't say anything to save people earlier, you almost scared me to death!"
Wang Jingzhu glanced at Fusheng and said: "His name is Fusheng, and he comes from the Wentian Sect. Wentian Sect is not a force in our country. He is different from my master. My master was born in the Xinghua Wang family three thousand years ago, and is of the same clan as my ancestors." Anyway, I didn't lie. My ancestors and I must be of the same race.
"This time, he followed me here, not wanting to be punished by heaven for violating the oath of heaven."
Everyone was stunned. No wonder Wang Jingzhu didn’t save people at first! It turns out that the two sides are not dealing with each other.
Lin Xiaoxian immediately followed the instructions of Special Affairs Department 11 and took out a pen and paper to record: Immortal cultivators are divided into multiple factions, and there are competitions and conflicts with each other. The rules of the world seem to have special restrictions on immortal cultivators. Imprisonment 1, breaking the oath of heaven will result in divine punishment. It is unknown whether there are other restrictions.
"Zhuzi, the sect of this immortal cultivator is called Wentian Sect. Then what is the name of the faction that your master belongs to? Are there other sects of immortal cultivators?" Lin Xiaoxian held up a small book and asked seriously.
Wang Jingzhu watched the thunder falling as thick as a bowl, and gave Lin Xiaoxian a sad look: Sisters, break up our friendship! It's a matter of life and death for me to resist the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder, and you even interviewed me? You don’t even say you care about me!
Lin Xiaoxian sneered. "Zhuzi, I think you are quite leisurely. You can just stand here and stay still. These thunders can't hurt you. You are always busy, so I can't disturb you. Now that you are free, you can just talk. "
Of course it’s very leisurely! The power of merit spontaneously resisted the calamity thunder. Wang Jingzhu was just like Lin Xiaoxian said, just standing here and acting as a lightning rod.
"Zou Zhou is really lucky to have hired such a good employee like you." Wang Jingzhu joked.
Lin Xiaoxian gave Wang Jingzhu a roll of her eyes. If you want to call me "shit", just say so.
"Okay, let me tell you. Originally, this was a secret and I couldn't tell it."
Wang Jingzhu pointed at Fusheng and turned on the divine blowing mode: "The faction he belongs to is called Wentian Sect. They have many people, but their strength is very poor. My master can make their entire sect disappear into ashes with one finger..."
Lin Xiaoxian remembered it very seriously.
Everyone:o(^▽^)o
The thunder calamity continued to fall.
Every thunder disaster was defeated by the golden light of merit.
As the thunder calamities fell one after another, the golden light of merit became lighter and lighter. That was because the power of merit in Wang Jingzhu's body was reduced due to consumption.
From the first lightning strike to the end, it took more than half an hour.
A total of seventy-seven forty-nine thunder tribulations fell.
The thundercloud finally dispersed.
When Zou Zhou arrived, he only saw the last tribulation thunder.
Is this the legendary thunder disaster?
Zou Zhou suddenly felt a little regretful. Was his previous attitude towards Wang Jingzhu too rude?
"Senior Brother Fusheng?" Wang Jingzhu called.
Fusheng did not respond. At some point, Fusheng had fainted.
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