The fierce lightning bolt that seemed intent on destroying Song Siyao was instead used by her to refine a divine pill.
Using the lightning to create a pill, Song Tingwan was glad that she had made preparations in advance to protect Song Siyao from the heavenly lightning.
At that time, I planned to refine half of it, and if there was an occasional need in the future, I would condense spiritual energy to refine a divine pill.
Unexpectedly, her alchemy furnace was destroyed by such terrifying lightning.
However, he shielded A Yao from a bolt of lightning.
They also gained another useful elixir.
The golden pill in her hand faintly emitted a trace of thunderous energy, and Song Tingwan's hand went numb from holding it.
She quickly put it away; no one knew what the effect of the divine pill imbued with lightning was.
Seeing this, the onlookers couldn't help but laugh and say, "Well done!"
Using His power, they created their own elixir.
Anyone would be furious.
He is one of them.
It only blocked one path.
In the blink of an eye, the purple lightning, brimming with oppressive power, crackled and roared, striking several times in succession.
There was an air of intent to kill Song Siyao on the spot.
Song Tingwan's heart tightened slightly, and she quickly replenished her elixir mist outside the lightning tribulation.
The faint breathing at the center of the lightning tribulation became smooth again.
The orange-red light emanating from Li Guang's body grew stronger and stronger.
Song Siyao was soaked in blood, her flesh charred and curled. She supported herself with her sword, gripping the scalding hilt tightly. She was half-kneeling, but her half-closed eyes remained bright.
Fate, oh fate.
When this world perishes, He will cease to exist as well.
Even so, must He continue down the path of destruction destined for Him in His previous two lives?
But she didn't want to, her older sister didn't want to, and her relatives and friends didn't want to.
All living beings in the world do not wish for this.
Supported by her sword, her half-kneeling figure gradually straightened under the thunderous roar, slowly rising to her feet.
All eyes are on us.
I am genuinely happy for her.
Song Tingwan smiled slightly as she applied Dan Yu to her lips.
She feared that if she was even a fraction of a second too late, the hateful heavenly lightning would engulf her sister.
It was precisely because of her continuous showers of blood that Song Siyao, covered in wounds, was pulled back from the brink of losing consciousness time and time again.
His injuries were getting worse.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier.
Song Siyao knew clearly that her internal organs were shattered.
Swallowing back the blood rising in her throat, the girl looked at Song Tingwan with her blood-stained face, just as she had in the past when she had won a sparring match.
He smiled slightly at her.
But in the next instant, a bolt of lightning as thick as a pillar of heaven crashed down.
The girl suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, knelt on one knee again, and blood gushed from her hand gripping the sword hilt, staining her already blood-soaked robes even deeper.
Song Tingwan forced back her tears, but she saw bolts of lightning cracking and bending the spine of her well-fed younger sister, turning her into the image in the memorial stone her father had shown her.
It was tattered and covered in blood, yet it was desperately trying to bite off a piece of flesh from someone.
"This is the ninety-seventh bolt of heavenly lightning."
Yan Shanjun's eyes welled up with tears. Standing at the forefront of the various forces, he watched his little disciple struggling to hold back his coughing up of blood, desperately tilting his head back to prevent the heat from spilling out.
Song Tingwan's eyelashes trembled, and her palms were clenched so tightly that blood welled up. She calmly asked in a soft voice, "Ayao, how many more rounds can you hold on?"
The ninety-seventh bolt of heavenly lightning did not strike down instantly as before, but instead brewed within the dark clouds.
One can only imagine how terrifying the final three bolts of lightning, culminating in a powerful strike, must have been.
Song Siyao held on desperately, coughing up blood twice with her head down. Her hair was disheveled. Hearing this, before the heavenly thunder struck, she trembled and moved two fingers under the healing power of the elixir.
He couldn't even speak.
Song Tingwan's gaze was obscured by the shadow of her eyelashes, and that was a glimpse of it.
Ah Yao always pushes herself to the limit; two runs are her limit.
The woman in green stood alone closest to Song Siyao, with stunning figures fluttering behind her. She calmed herself and continued to shower countless ninth-grade pills upon him.
She still underestimated the power of destiny, and had already used up most of the pills she had reserved for herself and her companions.
A mocking smile curled at the corners of the woman's lips, unusually cold and aloof.
Should she be thankful? The injuries to her friend and father were beyond the reach of ordinary medicine; only a divine elixir might offer a chance.
Therefore, all the ordinary pills that were left over were used on A Yao at this moment.
The storage space, which was once a small mountain as tall as two people, was filled with boxes of pills, but now only about ten boxes remain.
She used up a handful of pills in the blink of an eye.
She was also relieved that it was only A Yao undergoing her tribulation, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to supply the pills she had prepared.
As everyone held their breath, the third-to-last bolt of heavenly lightning seemed to tear the sky apart, carrying an ancient pressure that sought to subdue all living beings in the six realms.
The moment the golden-purple lightning bolt, as thick as a pillar, struck, the beings of the six realms, overwhelmed by its pressure, couldn't withstand it and their knees buckled, causing them to involuntarily kneel down. Song Siyao, at the center of the tribulation, could no longer hold his sword.
He was even knocked unconscious face down.
Song Tingwan clenched her teeth, the smell of blood spreading, her heart clenched so tightly that her breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively stepped forward.
"..."
He opened his lips, and when he saw the figure on the ground, which was like a rag doll, move, the expression on its face was obscured by the blood and grime.
The braids that Song Tingwan had personally braided for her had come undone, and blood was gushing out of the person on the ground.
Even so, her fingertips twitched, trying to make some response, to tell her older sister that she was still conscious.
On the ground, Yan Shanjun and the others grunted and supported themselves, while Shen Zhuochuan and the others helped each other up, determined not to kneel.
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