Qin Zhengtian glanced and looked away.
It is perfect for the young man from Taixuan Sword Sect to inherit Wanfeng's inheritance.
The green light wandered around, temporarily splitting the sea of thunder. Under the thick purple clouds, Wan Feng's remaining sword intent became clearly visible.
"I can only maintain the power of three sticks of incense at most, please hurry up and understand!"
Yu Lun said breathlessly. When she turned her head, she found that Fu Zhu had already sat cross-legged, her eyes closed and she was concentrating, not looking at Lei Hai at all!
Yu Lun's fox eyes widened in astonishment, she was discouraged, the green light collapsed, and thunderclouds once again covered the path she had finally opened up.
"Fu Zhu girl has entered the country."
Qin Zhengtian's tone was calm, but his heart was full of turmoil. Where on earth did Master Wenchen accept such a talented disciple?
He also saw the sword intention. It was as fragmented as Qiong Ying's sword, and nothing could be seen. But Fu Zhu Yatou had an epiphany and entered the country.
Is she really not the next head chosen by Wen Chen?
Fu Zhu couldn't hear the movement around her. What she saw in front of her eyes was a mysterious and elegant purple, with occasional silvery lightning lighting up.
There seemed to be two phantoms in the sea of thunder, one green and one red.
The cyan one is a nine-tailed fox, and the red one is a slender and beautiful figure.
Gradually, the green shadow disappeared, and the beautiful figure became illusory. Only the elegant sword intent is like a shooting star in the night, getting brighter and brighter.
That's right, it's highlighted.
In the purple thunder clouds, the sword intention is as majestic and thick as the mountains and the earth, and a bouquet of Tang flowers blooms suddenly and elegantly.
This is the sword intention of Fairy Wan Feng.
With just a glimpse of it, one can imagine how graceful and handsome the female swordswoman who was the leader in the world of cultivation was.
The remaining sword intent in Fu Zhu's eyes was automatically put together. She could even see the shadow holding the sword, how it tirelessly extended the sword light.
The thunder grew louder.
Yu Chen jumped to the side and muttered, "Why did it come so suddenly?"
Qin Zhengtian hasn't seen Jie Lei in many years, and he can't even remember what kind of formation he was in when he transformed into a god.
I just feel that this calamity thunder is particularly terrifying.
He also gave way to the side, but he didn't go far.
The moment the calamity thunder struck his body, Fu Zhu felt that his internal organs were in pain, and the power of the god-transforming thunder calamity was increasing exponentially.
A terrifying wound was split open on her skin in an instant, and her spiritual power was running rapidly, nourishing the wound halfway before it was split apart by a new tribulation thunder.
"Is she actually resistant to the thunder tribulation of the God of Transformation?" Yu Qian murmured to herself.
The physiques of human monks, even after tempering, are not as good as those of monster beasts.
She has seen many human monks who either put up barriers to block it, or used magic weapons to dispel the power of the thunder, but in that case, the pure power in the thunder cannot be fully integrated into themselves.
Monster beasts have strong bodies and meridians and will try their best to absorb the power contained in the tribulation thunder. Very few humans will do this.
After all, no matter how stable the state is, it is not as important as life.
Qin Zhengtian looked at Fu Zhu with a worried expression. He did not expect that this girl, who looked quite smart, was stubborn.
"Huh." Yu Lun lay on the ground, put her hands in her hands, and exhaled a breath of thick, foggy white air.
"Old man, have you ever felt that it's suddenly getting cold?"
Jin Mingyun was accepting the inheritance, Fu Zhu was going through the divine thunder tribulation, and Yu Huan could only talk to Qin Zhengtian.
Qin Zhengtian, who knew Yu Lun's strength, acquiesced to her calling him, and as he spoke, mist emerged, "Yes, a little."
"Is it winter now?"
Having been trapped in the secret realm of Qiongcang for many years, Qin Zhengtian no longer knew the changes of time and seasons outside.
Yu Qian shook her head and said, "It's only the end of spring now."
Late spring and early summer.
The first touch of white fell between heaven and earth.
Yu Lun raised her eyes in surprise, "Is it Xue?"
As soon as she finished speaking, fine snow poured down like goose feathers, fluttering endlessly.
Jin Mingyun and Fu Zhu were soon covered with snow, and they remained motionless, as if they were sealed here.
Yu Chen didn't like the snow on her hair, so she shook her body, made sure that the fine snow was shaken off, and tied up the barrier.
Her eyes inadvertently saw the sudden heavy snow falling into the sea of thunder, and the power contained in it seemed to be reduced.
There was a look of joy in Yu Lian's eyes. It would be better if the snow was heavier. Humans have a saying, God helps me. This is the scene now.
Yu Lun's heart felt hot, and she turned to look at Jin Mingyun, and then at Fu Zhu. She was halfway through the thunder tribulation, and her condition seemed to be indestructible. She was such a tenacious human being.
With such a strong body, it shouldn't be a problem to cross the Thunder Sea, and he won't die in it like Wan Feng.
Fu Zhu absorbed the power of the sky thunder without any distractions. After being beaten over and over again, her soul became more and more impregnable.
Finally, the last thunderbolt fell, and her heart opened up like a wilderness, and she clearly felt that something was different.
The gap between Yuanying Sword Cultivator and Transformation God Sword Immortal is indeed a natural chasm.
After crossing this natural chasm, the scenery is completely different.
Fu Zhu did not change her clothes immediately, but tried to swing a sword. The sword energy was so sharp that the sea of thunder that was split did not close for a long time.
Yu Lun opened her mouth in confusion, "If we follow this level, we are 80% sure of crossing the Thunder Sea."
After kneading the talisman beads, she changed into dharma clothes. Her white clothes were bright and her eyebrows were clean. She tilted her head slightly and said, "Are you only 80% sure?"
"Eighty percent is already very high!" Yu Qian said with a sharp grin, "The sea of thunder is vast. Once you enter, you have to start all over again when you exit. If you only have strength but no ability to persevere, even I can't. It will definitely be guaranteed to come out completely."
Two tails were cut off last time, but she felt so sorry for her.
Fu Zhu raised his eyebrows lightly and asked, "But there is a 80% chance that we won't be able to pick the Qiong Cang Fruit?"
"At least 100%."
Yu Lun was so speechless that she turned her head away with a groan.
At this time Jin Mingyun also woke up.
He accepted Wan Wan Feng's inheritance and understood the hardships and dangers she had gone through to get here, and even more aware of the dangers of this sea of thunder.
Jin Mingyun looked far away and saw the old withered tree in the thunder sea, with only one flower and one fruit on its branches.
It turns out that my uncle came here just for this Qiong Canghua.
But she didn't know that Uncle Zhao's father died in the end.
If only he could have come here ten years earlier, it would have been great.
Jin Mingyun sighed with emotion for a moment, then returned to normal. He is not a person who likes to be sad about spring and autumn, even though the fate of Master Wanfeng's uncle is so pitiful.
Jin Mingyun learned from Wan Feng's memory that the Qiongcang Flower can break the devil's barrier, but Miss Fu Zhu's sword heart is clear. What does she want the Qiongcang Flower to do?
Before she could think about it carefully, Yu Lian ordered, "Now that you have found the place where Wan Feng fell and inherited her inheritance, it's time to help me with something, right?"
Jin Mingyun said indifferently "Yeah".
He is not a person who breaks his word. Since he promised Yu Gan, he will not go back on his promise.
What's more, he still has to go to the sea of thunder to pick up the Qiongying sword.
Although it is useless, I can take it back so that it can be remembered by some people.
Yu Lun's eyes were filled with satisfaction. They all said that the human race was as cunning as the foxes, but these people seemed to be pretty good, as was Wan Feng from a thousand years ago.
She has such a good eye!
As expected, she picked it out from the beginning to the end.
Think about the seniority:
Wan Feng and Zhao Zhiying’s fathers are brothers and sisters (the highest generation)
Zhao Zhiying and the current head are from the same generation (middle generation)
Jin Mingyun (lowest seniority)
