Taoist Qinghui groaned, blood oozing from the corner of his lips, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.
The whisk is a magical weapon that he has carried with him for decades. It can be said that it is connected with his mind, or it is not an exaggeration to say that it is his natal magic weapon.
Now that Whisk was injured by the thunder, he was naturally injured as well.
However, seeing the whisk falling, he didn't care about anything else and jumped to catch it. Without any extra time to check, he took out a magic weapon from his arms.
Jiang Chunian took a look and found that it was the Demon-Subduing Pestle that he had seen on the second floor yesterday.
Taoist Qinghui chanted an incantation and made hand gestures, and the Demon-Subduing Pestle emitted a large amount of golden light and flew towards the thunderbolt, stopping it when it was about to strike the top of the mountain.
"Bang!"
The Demon-Subduing Pestle was wrapped in thunder, and the thunder was also dispersed by the Demon-Subduing Pestle.
Although two top-level magic weapons were deployed to deal with the first thunderbolt and the whisk was damaged, this first thunderbolt was finally withstood.
After Taoist Qinghui took back the Demon Subduing Pestle, he found that there was a faint flash of lightning on the Pestle, the pressure was stronger than before, and the quality was also better than before.
His goal of using the thunder to forge weapons and improve their quality was finally achieved.
Taoist Qinghui turned around and bowed to Jiang Chunian: "I am glad that I have fulfilled my mission."
"Congratulations." Jiang Chunian nodded and looked towards the calamity clouds in the sky that continued to gather thunder. "Leave the second and third calamity thunders to me."
Taoist Qinghui smiled bitterly: "I can only help you up to this point. From now on, you really have to rely on yourself."
He raised his head again to look at the calamity clouds in the sky; "There are still two more calamity thunders. This first one is already so powerful, the second and third will only be more powerful. I should have brought... earlier."
Jiang Chunian knew that Taoist Qinghui was talking about the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner.
The Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner is an evil object. Although it is naturally restrained by thunder and fire, it is still the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner after all, and it can still withstand a thunderbolt.
Jiang Chunian smiled and said, "It's okay, I should be able to take it."
Taoist Qinghui recalled that when Jiang Chunian captured Qi Yongde in Yun Province, she also received Qi Yongde's thunder. At that time, her Qiankun Mirror received it easily. There should be no problem now, right?
As he was speaking, the second thunder came.
Sure enough, it was bigger than the first thunderbolt, as thick as a bucket, and carried an even more terrifying aura. George, who was about to stand up, was instantly pressed to the ground.
Taoist Qinghui was so nervous that he clenched his hands, his eyes never leaving the thunder.
Jiang Chunian was quite calm. She did not directly use the Demon-Breaking Sword, but threw the magic weapon she had obtained from Chen Delong at that time.
Without a doubt, everything turned to ashes.
The thunder only weakened slightly.
After a pause, it chopped down at an even faster speed.
Jiang Chunian then took out the Demon-Breaking Sword, pointed his finger, and the sword suddenly lit up, turning into a huge sword that was two meters and eighty centimeters long, and struck towards the thunder head-on.
"boom!"
The oncoming thunderbolt was blocked, but the Demon-Breaking Sword became more and more agile under Jiang Chunian's operation. After passing through, it turned back and slashed the thunderbolt with a fierce sword.
The thunder roared, fighting with the Demon-Breaking Sword like a thunder dragon.
The Thunder Dragon held the might of heaven, but the Demon-Breaking Sword was extremely agile. The two fought fiercely. For a moment, the night sky was filled with dancing lights, and it was beautiful from afar. Only Taoist Qinghui and George, who were close by, could feel the breath of destruction.
The Thunder Dragon fought against the Demon-Breaking Sword, and in the end the Demon-Breaking Sword was slightly better. The Thunder Dragon was finally defeated and took on the second heavenly tribulation.
Jiang Chunian waved his hand, and the Demon-Breaking Sword flew back in front of Jiang Chunian. Purple lightning and thunder intertwined on the sword body, and its aura became more and more powerful.
Only then did Taoist Qinghui realize that people are truly different.
He had to use two top-level magic weapons to barely withstand the first thunderbolt, but Jiang Chunian only used a peach wood sword to withstand the second thunderbolt.
When she dealt with Qi Yongde, she didn't use her full strength at all.
This junior uncle is indeed unfathomable.
Fortunately, Junior Master is now a member of their Ninth Division. As long as Junior Master is there, the Ninth Division can live worry-free for another hundred years.
"Cough cough cough." A coughing sound came from behind.
Jiang Chunian and Taoist Qinghui looked back at George, only to see that he looked thinner, but he seemed much stronger than before.
"Are you okay?" Jiang Chunian asked George as he stood up with gritted teeth.
"I'm fine." After George stood firm, he didn't dare to get close to Jiang Chunian.
The aura of thunder and lightning on the peach wood sword was so strong that it made him feel extremely dangerous.
Jiang Chunian looked him up and down. "Very good. However, I'm afraid you can't withstand the power of the third thunderbolt alone. I'll open the formation later. You hide inside and don't come out."
George did not try to be brave. When he just endured the crushing power of the second thunder, George already felt very exhausted and almost could not bear it, let alone the power of the third thunder. He was afraid that if he was just touched, his soul would be torn to pieces.
"Okay." George nodded.
Jiang Chunian looked at Taoist Qinghui and said, "Qinghui, look after George and protect him."
Taoist Qinghui nodded: "Don't worry."
Jiang Chunian pinched his fingers and hit the center of the formation, instantly opening the formation that had been set up with jade.
At the same time, the third thunderbolt finally took shape, hovering in the sky ready to strike.
"Be careful." Taoist Qinghui and George couldn't help but worry about Jiang Chunian.
Not to mention Lin Sixian and others who were far away from the top of the mountain.
It can be said that Lin Sixian and Kailin are the most worried.
One is worried about his beloved girl, the other is worried about his beloved son.
Jiang Chunian's eyes and mind were only focused on the third thunder in front of him.
The third thunderbolt finally struck.
As Jiang Chunian expected, the third thunderbolt was the most terrifying, as big as a tree in arms.
Jiang Chunian didn't hesitate at all and directly summoned the Demon-Breaking Sword and the Qiankun Mirror.
The Demon-Breaking Sword destroys everything, and the Qiankun Mirror stabilizes the universe.
For a moment, the devil was broken like a rainbow, and the universe was like the moon. They cooperated seamlessly to strangle the thunder dragon. The sky and the earth changed color, and the sun and the moon lost their light.
The fierce battle lasted for nearly half an hour. Finally, the Thunder Dragon roared and disappeared into the sky. The clouds parted and the moon emerged, and the light returned.
The Demon-Breaking Sword let out a faint dragon roar, and after flying back and forth in the air for a few times, it returned to Jiang Chunian's hand. The lightning on the sword became stronger and stronger, and the aura became more and more terrifying. The entire sword body faintly revealed a golden light, as if it was not made of peach wood, but a treasure from heaven and earth.
The Qiankun Mirror was not as flamboyant as the Demon-Breaking Sword. It quietly returned to Jiang Chunian's hands, as plain and simple as before.
But no one will underestimate it.
Jiang Chunian touched them lovingly and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Go back and rest."
Jiang Chunian put away the Qiankun Mirror and the Demon-Breaking Sword.
A few miles away on a hilltop, an old man in a black robe looked over here with cloudy eyes and sighed, "Jiang Chunian is worthy of being Jiang Chunian. He was already powerful enough eighty years ago, and eighty years later, he is still no less powerful than he was then."
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