In the blue sky (actually a subspace formed by the Shushan Golden Summit Formation, specially used for monks to compete).
Little Tianzun activated the thunder in his palm to the extreme. The raging power of thunder and lightning exceeded his palm and enveloped his whole body. The lightning flickered and a dangerous aura filled the world, making him like a god of thunder descending to the world.
The other side of the sky.
Zhao Ling was still as calm as water, and he didn't even have the intention to take action.
"Miss Ling'er, if you don't make preparations, you won't have a chance."
Little Tianzun reminded.
Many of the monks watching the battle below have come into contact with Little Tianzun. He knows little Tianzun's temperament very well - he has always treated women without words.
To be so polite this time, could it be that he has fallen in love with this girl named Zhao Ling'er. For a moment, their eyes fell on Li Xiaoyao in unison. Little Tianzun has fallen in love with the woman who is the next generation leader of Shushan, and now he is in for a good show.
In the sky, Zhao Ling'er still made no move, as if waiting for Little Tianzun to kill him.
"Miss Ling'er, a simple competition is meaningless. How about getting a lucky draw?"
Little Tianzun said again.
"What kind of lottery?"
Zhao Ling'er's red lips parted slightly.
Little Tianzun said without hesitation: "If I lose, I will give you the secret method of palm thunder with both hands. If I win, the request is not high. Miss Ling'er will go to Penglai as a guest for three days. How about it?"
The monks watching the battle made a buzzing sound. Although they were mentally prepared, they were still shocked by Little Tianzun's attack.
Gazing across Zhao Ling'er's face, they all showed natural expressions.
The only existence in the world like Zhao Ling'er would be the same if they were Little Heavenly Lords.
"I don't want thunder in the palm of my hand"
Zhao Linger shook her head and refused.
"She can't even look down on the thunder in her palm. Does she have any shocking trump card?"
A guess arose in Xiao Tianzun's mind.
Then, he pushed the thought out of his mind.
No matter how powerful the weapon is, it can't stop the terrifying power of thunder and lightning contained in the thunder in the palm.
“I won’t go to Penglai as a guest either”
Zhao Ling'er's voice sounded again.
When Little Tianzun saw this, he didn't waste any more words and directly swatted the thunder from his palm.
A terrifying and boundless thunder and lightning ball quickly passed through the distance of hundreds of thousands of meters between the two people, drowning Zhao Ling'er.
The monks watching the battle were collectively stunned, it was over.
This Zhao Ling'er must be too inexperienced.
Soon, some people came back to their senses, and their eyes turned to Li Xiaoyao's somewhat uneasy face, and then quickly to Cao Yi's face.
Calm and calm, two words appeared in their minds.
It's not that simple, a sentence appeared in their mind.
In the sky, Little Tianzun looked at Zhao Ling'er who was covered by thunder and lightning without blinking.
Suddenly, a beautiful figure walked out from the thunder and lightning, unscathed, and still filled with the aura of thunder and lightning.
"How did you do it?"
Little Tianzun couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.
The monks watching the battle below were also in an uproar. Zhao Linger was not only unscathed, but also benefited from it.
They quickly looked at Li Xiaoyao and Cao Yi. One of them breathed a sigh of relief, while the other remained calm. Obviously, Cao Yi had known the result for a long time and was worthy of being a great master.
"It's my turn"
Zhao Ling'er's feet seemed to shrink to an inch, rushing over a distance of hundreds of thousands of meters to the sky above Xiao Tianzun, and returned the power of the thunder in his palm to Le Xiao Tianzun.
In an instant, Little Tianzun was overwhelmed by the violent power of thunder and lightning, and fell to the golden summit of Shushan with roars.
The Shushan Golden Summit's protective formation was in operation, and Cao Yi and many leaders and leaders took action to prevent the Golden Summit from being damaged.
A divine light fell to the ground, and Zhao Ling'er's figure appeared.
None of the ordinary monks present dared to look at Zhao Ling'er the way he did before. How can they covet someone who can't even deal with the thunder in his palm?
From a large pit not far away, the voice of Little Heavenly Lord came out: "I read a book called "Strange Stories" in the Penglai Martial Arts Pavilion. It mentioned that the descendants of Nuwa, who knew the Five Spirits and Immortals, ignored thunder and lightning. Power!"
"I am a descendant of Nuwa"
Zhao Ling'er admitted openly.
Descendants of Nuwa!
The whole place was in an uproar.
The mature and prudent leaders and leaders also looked surprised.
The descendants of Nuwa are the most special beings in the world. Each generation is born and dies to protect the world.
Although it offended the divine world and the Emperor of Heaven and became a taboo that cannot be touched, it did not affect its status in their hearts.
"Taoist Priest, fortunately you have lived up to your destiny!"
Zhao Ling'er raised her hand towards Cao Yi.
Cao Yi smiled and nodded and said, "You did a good job, go back."
Zhao Ling'er moved lightly and returned to Li Xiaoyao's side.
Li Xiaoyao seemed to be frozen, indifferent.
"Brother Xiaoyao"
Zhao Ling'er nudged Li Xiaoyao.
"ah"
Li Xiaoyao woke up from a dream, and when he saw Zhao Ling'er, he forced a smile on his face.
"Brother Xiaoyao, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Linger asked.
"No, it's okay"
Li Xiaoyao shook his head.
To be honest, Ling'er, I'm scared by you.
Although Zhao Linger knew that Li Xiaoyao was not telling the truth, she had a calm temperament and did not ask any more questions.
Behind the desk, Cao Yi said: "From now on, you can move freely."
The venue, which was originally tense like a bowstring, was replaced by a relaxed atmosphere.
There are countless monks who talk about Dharma and scriptures, trade items, and even leave the Golden Dome and enter the subspace to compete.
Cao Yi released his spiritual consciousness many times and contacted the Sword Master, but there was no response at all.
Half a day passed like this.
Suddenly, a divine rainbow flashed across the sky. Arriving at the Golden Summit of Shushan Mountain, it turned into a thousand paper cranes.
The sword master's voice came from inside: "Bring people to the Demon Locking Tower to strengthen the seal."
Then, the paper crane burned and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.
Cao Yi stood up and said loudly: "Follow me to the Demon Locking Tower and strengthen the seal."
After saying that, Cao Yi was the first to fly out.
Zhao Linger and Li Xiaoyao followed and flew out.
Hundreds of monks, as well as the leaders of various sects, stood up one after another and flew out.
In the blink of an eye, only Lin Yueru and other martial arts masters were left on the golden roof.
"When will I be able to wield a sword and fly into the sky like them? Let's go together to strengthen the seal of the Demon Locking Tower!"
Lin Yueru looked at the monks leaving and said to herself enviously.
…
After a while, a scene of hundreds of people riding bamboo rafts down the river appeared, with Cao Yi at the front.
In one-tenth of the time it took to arrive, Cao Yi and the leaders and leaders of each sect left the central fairy island first.
Head straight to a floating island hundreds of miles away.
On the way, I didn’t encounter anything.
Not far after landing on the island, I saw a giant tower standing on the ground with a divine sword with the word "Suppressing Demons" engraved on the top and locked by ninety-nine chains.
The beard and hair are gray, like an old man in his seventies or eighties, but his face is like that of a thirty-four-year-old sword master. He is standing at the foot of the tower with his hands behind his back.
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