puff--

As expected, Yang Lan'er spat out two mouthfuls of blood and could smell a burnt smell.

The power of the thunder was indeed more terrifying than one might have imagined. Yang Lan'er felt that she was still breathing, but her entire body was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

Well, according to the experience records of our ancestors, there is really no one who can directly use the physical body to resist the thunder. Either you have an offensive magic weapon or a defensive magic weapon. Even if the magic weapon is finally broken into pieces by thunder, it can still withstand a few thunders!

Unfortunately, Yang Lan'er had no magic weapon, so she could only use her physical body to resist. The feeling was really indescribable.

First, all the nerves in the body became numb, and then there was pain deep in the bone marrow, making people wish they could just die.

However, after experiencing the pain of having her soul torn apart, Yang Lan'er said that she could still bear it for the time being.

However, it is said that this kind of thunder tribulation has at least nine thunders. Now she has been struck by only three. How will she survive the rest? After stuffing a handful of pills into her mouth, Yang Lan'er didn't care about the effect. In her current situation, she needed to replenish everything.

Her mind raced as Yang Lan'er suddenly remembered the many novels she had read in her previous life. It seemed that there really were some stupid ways to fight against the thunder.

Looking up at the calamity clouds that were rolling and bearing heavy pressure, Yang Lan'er remained silent. She then decided to try her best to use the heavenly thunder to strengthen her body. After all, the skills left by her ancestors did exist, but generally no one was so desperate as to seek abuse.

Although she is not a physical cultivator, she really needs to do some physical cultivation work now.

After regaining consciousness, Yang Lan'er took out a copy of "Nine Heavens Purple Thunder Art" that she had seen before and quickly comprehended the first part.

My ancestor was a medical immortal, and he cured many people during his cultivation journey, so the rewards were naturally innumerable.

There are some rare treasures, and there is also no shortage of secret records of martial arts. It can be said that, like in modern society, doctors have always been a group of very wealthy people.

Therefore, Yang Lan'er temporarily wanted to find a top-notch physical cultivation technique.

The "Nine Heavens Purple Thunder Art" has nothing to do with thunder spiritual roots. It just uses the violent power of thunder to strengthen the body in a self-abuse way.

There is no way to hide from the thunder, you can only withstand it. If you hide, the power of the thunder will be doubled directly, and it will follow you like a shadow, which is very terrifying.

Yang Lan'er was too lazy to move, she just sat cross-legged with her dark body supported and her five hearts facing upwards.

When the fourth bolt of lightning struck, Yang Lan'er immediately used the Purple Thunder Technique. She was struck again and became even more charred. Some lightning power attached to the surface of her body, which flashed with a sizzling sound and seemed to be absorbed by Yang Lan'er.

Delighted, Yang Lan'er secretly thought that it really worked. Of course, the situation was only slightly better.

The power of thunder and lightning was too strong. She had just practiced the Purple Thunder Technique, but could only absorb one percent of it. She still had to bear the rest.

However, less is better. Yang Lan'er took large amounts of medicine to recover while trying to strengthen her body with lightning, becoming stronger every second.

Thus, when Yang Lan'er resisted the seventh thunderbolt, she felt that she could not bear it any longer. She felt that this seventh thunderbolt would smash her into ashes...

Seeing the thunder flashing and her body not recovering at all, Yang Lan'er, in desperation, sacrificed the flying sword given by Grandpa Qin and the Buddhist monk's robe.

Yang Lan'er was now feeling dizzy and not quite clear-headed. She could only use whatever she could think of to withstand the thunder.

With a "pop" sound, the flying sword fell to the side, its entire body dim and without any light. It was a miracle that it was not destroyed directly.

The Buddhist monk's robe was even worse, it was directly chopped into pieces. After all, it was not a defensive magic weapon.

However, it was still comforting that the two magic weapons at least helped Yang Lan'er block the seventh thunder.

After buying time, the elixir in the body finally took effect, making Yang Lan'er feel better.

Yang Lan'er sighed deeply. She really didn't have any other options. There were still two thunders left, so it all depended on God's will.

When it really came to this, Yang Lan'er was actually very calm. If she died, she died. She was never afraid. At least she had found all the fragments of space. She just didn't know if her ancestors' bloodline was still in this world?

Yang Lan'er's spiritual consciousness swept through the messy body. She really didn't know that the inside of a person's body could be so messed up. If it were an ordinary person, nine lives would not be enough to die.

Seeing that the eighth thunder was about to fall, Yang Lan'er's consciousness occasionally passed by her dantian. Then her heart moved, and she immediately sacrificed the fragment of the still sleeping Medicine Emperor Divine Cauldron, which just blocked the top of her head and blocked the thunder.

Yang Lan'er was stunned for a moment. If she had known that the fragment of the divine tripod was so useful, why would she have made herself so miserable? It is true that after a long journey, there is always a way out!

The Medicine Emperor Divine Cauldron, which was still in a dormant state due to the fusion of its two fragments, was awakened by the thunder. It was immediately frightened and trembled and buzzed several times, as if protesting to Yang Lan'er.

"If I die, you will be of no benefit." Yang Lan'er curled the corners of her mouth and breathed a sigh of relief. At least there was someone useful.

The Medicine Emperor Cauldron shook, feeling slightly sad. Couldn't it just have a good sleep?

Dare not disobey Yang Lan'er, the Medicine Emperor Divine Cauldron was filled with grief and indignation when it rushed into the heavenly tribulation. It had experienced the holy tribulation of becoming a god, so why would it be afraid of this small judgment heavenly thunder that was not even enough to build a foundation? Don't think that it is just a fragment now, and it will be bullied by a dog because it is in a state of decline...

After spinning for a while, the fragments of the divine tripod returned to their original size, directly protecting Yang Lan'er tightly. Even the last heavenly thunder, which was several times more powerful than the previous ones, did not hurt Yang Lan'er at all.

Yang Lan'er was shocked. It was indeed the Medicine Emperor Cauldron. She had really forgotten about it at the beginning. Otherwise, how could it have been so tragically smashed into pieces? After the nine heavenly thunders, the calamity clouds slowly dissipated. The fragments of the Medicine Emperor Cauldron instantly shrank into Yang Lan'er's dantian and fell into a deep sleep again, seemingly even more silent than before.

She was almost dying, but the Medicine Emperor Divine Cauldron easily blocked the two most powerful heavenly thunders. Yang Lan'er was stunned for a long time, completely unable to react.

Isn't this turn too abrupt? It's a bit hard to get used to! "Lanlan, how are you?" Qin Muyan came to Yang Lan'er and saw that she was still conscious. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The nine thunderbolts just now made him feel like every second was a year.

But at this moment, Yang Lan'er's condition was very bad. On the surface, she looked like a human-shaped charcoal. Qin Muyan was not sure whether he could touch her.

Yang Lan'er sighed and spit out a mouthful of black ash. "It's terrible. I took the Berserk Pill, and my internal energy instantly tripled. Now the sequelae are here, and I can't move..."

Feeling waves of weakness in her limbs, Yang Lan'er sighed incomparably. She really didn't want to experience this kind of calamity again.