Chapter 818 820 Seventh Heavenly Thunder
"Sky-Splitting Plate? How could that be? Didn't senior brother say before that the Sky-Splitting Plate was in another world?" Master Lu Feng asked in confusion.
"Yes, it was originally in another world. I don't know why the Sky-Splitting Disk suddenly appeared in the Yellow Wind Desert. Aren't you about to go back? I'll go with you to take a look!" Immortal Lord Qingyuan waved his sleeves, soared into the air, and flew towards the Qingling Palace where the teleportation array was located.
"Wait for me, senior brother!" Master Lu Feng summoned his flying sword and chased after him.
When Master Lu Feng chased to Qingling Temple, he saw Senior Brother Qingyuan's face was livid, "What's wrong, Senior Brother?"
"There's a problem with the teleportation array over there in the Yellow Wind Desert!" Immortal Lord Qingyuan's face was as dark as water, and his beard moved without wind.
"It shouldn't be like this. Yang Liuqing is watching over there. After all, he has reached the level of Concentrated Mind. Moreover, he has many fellow disciples to help him. Can't he just use a teleportation array?" Master Lu Feng said as he walked forward without giving up and activated the teleportation array.
No matter how much spiritual energy Master Lu Feng sent to the central array plate, the teleportation array showed no response.
"Who stayed in the Yellow Wind Desert before you?" asked Immortal Lord Qingyuan.
"Yukong City, Venerable Xuanji!" Lu Feng replied.
"Let's go to Lingbao Pavilion. We'll take the spirit boat to the Yellow Wind Desert!" As Qingyuan Immortal Lord spoke, he had already flown towards Lingbao Pavilion.
"Brother, the master is in Tianyuan City. Should we ask for his instructions first?" The people in Tianyuan City are still waiting for you to set up the formation. If you go to the Huangfeng Desert, things in Tianyuan City will be delayed.
"I will send a message to the master!" In the mind of Immortal Lord Qingyuan, nothing was more important than finding the Sky-Splitting Disk.
When Lu Feng arrived at Lingbao Pavilion, Immortal Qingyuan had already taken out the spirit boat. The two of them boarded the spirit boat and headed for the Huangfeng Desert.
As for Ning Qingyun, he recovered from his injuries with the help of the red Ganoderma lucidum and quickly stabilized his realm. After relying on the power of the Sky-Splitting Disk to force back Venerable Xuanji, he was immediately met with the seventh level of heavenly thunder. This level of heavenly thunder did not show any power at first. The shape of the lightning was as slender as a sword, densely piled together, which seemed quite high and vast. However, as the lightning flashed, millions of long swords fell to the earth like starlight. The sword light as dense as raindrops repeatedly cut Ning Qingyun's body, causing blood to gush out of Ning Qingyun's unusually tough body. The cutting of the lightning not only destroyed his body, but also the wisp of soul fire in his purple mansion was suppressed and consumed by the lightning, dimming little by little.
When Venerable Xuanji saw the seventh level of thunder falling, he retreated dozens of miles to avoid being affected.
The three-eyed giant ape was as tall as a mountain. Venerable Xuanji sat on the shoulder of the three-eyed giant ape, staring closely at the place where the thunder was rolling. He didn't know why this young genius cultivator would attract the seven-fold thunder. Generally speaking, when advancing to the Transcendent Realm, one would attract three-fold thunder tribulation, when advancing to the Hidden God Realm, one would attract five-fold thunder tribulation, and when advancing to the Mahayana Realm, one would attract seven-fold thunder tribulation. Although the power of this seven-fold thunder tribulation is far from comparable to the thunder tribulation of advancing to the Mahayana Realm, for this young man, he should have been killed long ago.
When Ning Qingyun was dying, Rong Xianxian appeared in front of him, pinched his mouth open and put a bottle of spiritual marrow into it, and used ice magic to make an eggshell-shaped house, wrapping Ning Qingyun up, with dozens of soul jades piled around him.
Rong Xianxian was exposed to the lightning, and her body was pierced instantly. The talismans and heavy armor were like paper and were useless. The lightning invaded her body, not only destroying her body, but also violently tearing her soul. The golden sea of consciousness was shattered by the lightning. Rong Xianxian had a splitting headache, and the soul in her sea of consciousness was torn into wisps. Rong Xianxian had lost the ability to think, and only instinctively output spiritual energy to maintain the operation of the ice spell, hoping to buy more time for Ning Qingyun.
"These two people are going to die. Once this woman dies, the secret treasure of the cave will appear. I am so lucky." Venerable Xuanji thought secretly.
However, at this moment, a soft hum came from Rong Xianxian's body, and a huge ice dragon appeared in the air, exhaling dragon breath, protecting the two of them under its body. The dragon's body was dozens of feet long, blocking the long swords in the sky. Thunder rumbled, the thunder pool gradually shrank, and the thunderclouds became thinner. A giant sword took shape in the shrinking thunder pool, and it arrived in an instant with a force of ten thousand kilograms, slashing towards the dragon. The ice dragon roared, and its body shattered into pieces of light that sank into Rong Xianxian's sea of consciousness. These light spots made her regain clarity for a moment, and taking advantage of this moment, Rong Xianxian pulled Ning Qingyun back to the foggy space.
Venerable Xuanji was stunned as he watched the two people disappear. He looked up at the sky and saw that the thunderclouds had dispersed, revealing a clear sky. However, there were thousands of gullies and hundreds of dry bones on the ground.
How could this happen? How did that ice dragon appear just now? Why did that ice dragon help them resist the thunder? That ice dragon seemed to be a spirit, could it be a nurtured spirit? However, it takes at least ten years to nurture a spirit into a spirit. How old is that woman? Her realm is just at the Concentrated Spirit Realm!
Venerable Xuanji couldn't figure it out.
Then he searched the area again and again without giving up. Apart from the blood that seeped into the yellow sand, he only found a piece of black jade.
This piece of jade is crystal clear, emitting pure soul power fluctuations. Holding it in the hand, the restless soul is calmed down, and the whole person feels refreshed. It is obvious that this is a treasure that can assist in the cultivation of the soul or replenish soul power.
Venerable Xuanji's heart was burning with enthusiasm. Soul power was not like spiritual energy. As long as you were willing to spend time and practice hard, you could get it. The reason why most practitioners stopped at the Life Fire Realm was because it was difficult to cultivate the soul. Without suitable techniques and certain opportunities, they would never be able to enter the Concentrated Spirit Realm in their entire lives. Even if they were lucky enough to enter, the subsequent practice would be difficult.
Therefore, treasures that can assist in the cultivation of the soul have always been priceless treasures that are hard to come by, and the woman just now took out dozens of such jades with a wave of her hand.
What are the identities and origins of these two people? Their realms are not high, but they have endless treasures on them, which is really hard to understand.
Venerable Xuanji walked around the place where Rong Xianxian and the other disappeared, and then waved his hands several times. The already bumpy ground sank again, forming a deep pit.
"Yang Liuqing from Lingxi Mountain pays homage to Venerable Xuanji!" Yang Liuqing brought over disciples from three other sects who were guarding the teleportation array, and the others also saluted to Venerable Xuanji.
"You've come at the right time. Please help collect the bodies of your fellow disciples from your own sects!" Venerable Xuanji had a sad expression on his face.
"Collecting bodies? Could it be that some of you fellow disciples have met with an accident?" Yang Liuqing didn't want to believe it. He raised his head and looked around. After searching for a while, he found a "person" lying on the ground, wearing the clothes of a disciple of Lingxi Mountain.
(End of this chapter)
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