Volume 1, Chapter 233: The heavenly calamity falls on the East China Sea.

Ye Tingmu looked up, and the sadness on his face was replaced by solemnity at this moment.

He spoke slowly.

"I, Ye Tingmu, will neither kneel to the heavens nor to the earth. Today, I kneel before you, Senior. If it weren't for you, my brothers and sisters would not have been able to escape this calamity."

"I kneel down to thank you for saving my life."

Then he slowly bent down.

He continued, "I bow to you for sacrificing your life to save me. I hope you will not blame me for my previous words that were unpleasant to your ears."

The people around didn't know why and fell silent.

They didn't know that Dongfang Shuo would die, nor did they know what had happened between the two of them.

Now seeing Ye Tingmu like this, how can I not be confused?

Dongfang Shuo stroked his gray beard. Although he looked disheveled, he still had the demeanor of an immortal.

He looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hahahaha." Then he lowered his head and looked at Ye Tingmu.

"My dear friend, I accept your kneeling and bowing. Now you can stand up."

Ye Tingmu naturally did not act pretentiously anymore, but slowly stood up.

Dongfang Shuo suddenly flicked his sleeves.

He suddenly bowed to Ye Tingmu.

"Senior, you are..."

Dongfang Shuo stood up and said solemnly to Ye Tingmu, "I bow to you in the hope that you will not forget the agreement we made."

"I dare not forget it."

Dongfang Shuo looked up at the sky, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

"There is no time left. Everything depends on you, little friend. It is time for me to go..."

Ye Tingmu didn't say anything.

This is not something he can stop, nor is it something he can change.

The thunder punishment of heaven cannot be touched by saints, so what can Ye Tingmu do now?

Almost at the same time.

Above the sky, the clouds that had been dispersed quietly gathered together.

Then it became darker and darker until it blocked out the sun.

Then, a pressure that did not belong to this world suddenly descended.

Permeating between heaven and earth.

The wind and clouds suddenly arose, and the entire sky was shrouded in darkness again.

Boom boom...

Boom boom....

The thunder roared as if it exploded in my ears.

Looking up, you can see it in the clouds.

Countless purple lightning dragons were surging wildly.

Waves of pressure descended, sweeping through the hearts of those present like a ferocious beast from ancient times.

Two words popped up instinctively in Ye Tingmu's mind.

Thunder disaster.

This must be a thunder tribulation.

He could feel that if the thunder fell, it would shatter the mountains and rivers.

Anything that is within it will be destroyed.

When people in this world practice cultivation, they are actually going against the will of heaven.

If you steal the power of heaven and earth, you will be harmed.

Anyone who wants to become an immortal in heaven must be born in response to disasters.

The thunder tribulation before us is the wrath of heaven.

I remember Dongfang Shuo once said to me.

Three thousand years ago, after the great black battle, Fan Chen ascended to heaven without a saint.

Because they face more than just their share of lightning strikes.

And there is thunder punishment above those three days.

Anyone who survives the tribulation will perish.

Now, in order to survive, the saint of the East China Sea can only suppress his cultivation and stop improving himself, for fear of attracting the disaster from heaven.

But Dongfang Shuo was different. He just figured out that sword move and the thunder tribulation came.

He turned around and looked up at the sky.

The rolling thunder appeared in his eye sockets.

"Everyone, if we are destined to meet in the next life, I will go to meet my calamity."

He said this without waiting for anyone to say anything.

He took a step into the air and headed towards the sky.

There was calmness and relief in his eyes.

"It's finally over."

He murmured quietly, a hint of self-mockery on his lips.

If the current thunder tribulation strikes, he will surely die.

Now the true energy is exhausted.

It is impossible for him to withstand the lightning strike with multiple injuries all over his body.

Even in his prime, he couldn't withstand this thunder tribulation.

Thirty-five years, this thunder tribulation had been waiting for him for thirty-five years, and it was thirty-five years late.

And he also hid thirty-five.

Since the ending has already been determined, he will eventually fall.

So why hide?

It would be better to just face the thunder head-on.

It died in a spectacular way, with blood scattering into the sky.

He looked back at Ye Tingmu.

"My friend, please don't forget the agreement between you and me."

He reminded him again, fearing that Ye Tingmu would forget.

This shows how much he cares about the Dongfang family.

But he could no longer protect what he cherished.

Ye Tingmu nodded heavily.

I whispered in my heart: "Definitely!"

Soon, Dongfang Shuo had already held the sword that killed Wang Changsheng in his hand.

Similarly, thunder burst out from his body.

The difference is that his thunder is compared to the thunder in the sky.

It actually seems so weak.

Like a swaddled baby.

But Dongfang Shuo was not afraid at all at this time.

He pointed his sword toward the sky.

"Come on, today I will fight against the sky. I will strike with my sword and kill the sky!"

He has a loud voice.

It was so exciting when it reached everyone's ears.

"Brother, what on earth is that?"

"Senior Dongfang's thunder tribulation!"

"Can he beat him?"

Ye Tingmu didn’t answer?

Can you beat him?

Who knows? He only knows that it is heaven.

Heaven is heaven.

But at this moment, his palms were clenched into fists.

Execute the sky? It's not impossible.

As long as it's strong enough.

It is obvious that Dongfang Shuo in front of him is very strong, but not enough.

The man in the distance had just collected Wang Changsheng's body.

Then I turned around and saw this scene.

There was a wry smile on his face.

Shaked his head.

"It's not unfair that my uncle died under this man's sword, but... it's a pity that he still had to fall in the end!"

Above the sky at this moment.

Three days in the fairyland of Taichung.

The two young generals on duty looked at the thunder under the sky.

There was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hasn't anyone dared to trigger a lightning catastrophe in nearly a thousand years?"

"Yeah, 1236 to be exact."

"Send down thunder as punishment, and annihilate them immediately."

"good."

Boom boom....

There were bursts of thunder.

Under the gaze of everyone.

The top of Dongfang Shuo's head.

Countless purple lightning dragons gathered.

Forming a pillar of lightning.

Falling suddenly.

It was like a prehistoric giant beast, roaring and coming with bared fangs and claws.

Just a moment.

Dongfang Shuo's figure was instantly submerged.

The white light grew more intense.

The thunder grew louder and louder.

No one knows what kind of pain they will face when they are in it.

They only knew that at this moment, they were unable to open their eyes because of the dazzling lightning.

The earth was shaking violently.

The roars came one after another.

The whole process lasted less than a minute.

The lightning column dissipated just like that.

The dark clouds above also dispersed.

The sun shines again.

Shining on this earth.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

He came with great fanfare and left quietly.

If it weren't for the deep pit on the ground, there would be no trace of the thunder tribulation.

The green fields stretch for thousands of miles, and the sky is so blue at this time.

Not a trace of impurities.

And under that sky, a gust of wind blew, accompanied by falling leaves.

On the ruins, a broken sword was stuck in the soil.

Shining white in the scorching sun.

Ye Tingmu sighed, and there was such loss in his eyes.

He stared blankly at the broken sword, but at this moment he could no longer detect any trace of Dongfang Shuo.

He knew it was over.

Just one minute, just one minute...

He looked at the day and muttered quietly.

"Senior, have a safe journey. Don't worry, I will never forget our promise. I, Ye Tingmu, will protect the Dongfang family with my life."

PS: It’s been a long time since I last wrote anything.

The Saints' War is over.

But it is still not the last battle.

Kyushu and Kyoto are also approaching.

One of the three big bosses escaped and two died.

I still feel like it’s not well written.

Keep working hard, the next battle will be the one where Ye Tingmu kills the Saint, the God of War.

I hope the author can make clear the cause and effect of Feng He in 700,000 words.

hey-hey.

Having seen this, we are all friends now.

The main feature is the companionship of 500,000 words.

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