Chapter 145 Still Dreaming

Xiao Hei cooperated very well in his hands, and was shaking wildly as if he had just gotten out.

He Cen smiled slightly, "We still have a tacit understanding. When the thunder falls here, don't let it go. Let's eat more~"

Xiao Hei was originally a soft-hearted person, and now he was nodding madly.

His sword was particularly bright and beautiful now. It attracted a lot of attention the moment it was taken out. The three masters turned around to glance at him, and seeing that he was handling it well by himself, they were not too worried.

Bei Qi was in the center of the thunderstorm. At this moment, the demonic power that had been accumulated suddenly exploded. Within the large circle, there was surging red demonic power. The thunder from that day came with great force and without mercy, and each thunder that came down was heavier than the last.

He Cen didn't even dare to look closely at the scene in the center. With the combined power of the four cultivators in the fusion stage, there was no way he could get close.

Jun Chao was originally just one step away from the middle stage of fusion, and with the help of the thunder from Bei Qi's thousand-year catastrophe, he was also advancing. With the tempering of the thunder, Bo Lou and Wen Qing both had strange fire, so naturally they would not miss such a good opportunity.

While the little sword spirit over there was still struggling to absorb the thunder, the four big guys here had already found the right opportunity to take action.

This kind of forced advancement opportunity is rare, and the powerful monks who have cultivated to their level are all very good at planning. It is a foregone conclusion that Jun Chao will advance to the middle stage of the fusion, and they have been steadily fighting for such a long time, just waiting for now.

Bei Qi was also suppressed and suffering enough, but once he turned over, his demonic power was at its peak.

With Bo Lou and Wen Qing joining the battle, the Fox Tribe's holy land has been almost completely destroyed. I'm afraid it will have to be rebuilt immediately after the thunder subsides.

He Cen originally thought that he looked quite cool controlling the magic sword, but when he looked at the four masters floating in the center, he suddenly felt that he should not come out and embarrass himself.

"It's really infuriating to compare this guy to another. How can these four be so awesome?"

"Chao Chao and Bei Bei are both going to advance to the middle stage of fusion, right? Too scary..."

Xiao Hei seemed to agree with him and kept shaking there.

This thunder tribulation took a long time, and because several people in Jun Dynasty were in the bottleneck period, they had to fight for a few more minutes. It took three full days before it was over.

The Fox Tribe's holy land was filled with all kinds of spiritual power, and it felt like a three-day spiritual fireworks display. He Cen watched with great interest at first, and kept exclaiming in admiration. Later, when he saw that the four men were fighting more and more fiercely, he had to find a place to hide.

Then he simply fell asleep under the tree.

When Wen Qing came over, the little sword spirit was surrounded by many spirit animals, with fallen flowers on his body and the sunlight falling softly on him. The scene was indescribably beautiful and peaceful.

The ghost world leader felt inexplicably softened in his heart. He slowly squatted down, gently helped him pick the fallen flowers off his body, and gently touched his face.

"Hehe, wake up."

He Cen was so careless that he had no awareness of preventing danger. Wen Qing found him sleeping soundly and found it very funny. He reached out to pick him up gently, and then the little baby woke up slowly.

When he saw that the person hugging him was his familiar master, he did not struggle to get down. Instead, he moved and found a more comfortable position to lie down.

There was a hint of sleepy confusion in his tone, "Are you guys done fighting?..."

Wen Qing laughed, "Well, Jun Chao and Bei Qi have reached the middle stage of the fusion state. They are still meditating and cultivating. They will not get up until their realm is more stable."

He Cen regained consciousness and widened his eyes upon hearing this. "Oh my God, they both advanced. What kind of terrifying cultivation speed is this?"

"What about you and Bo Lou, Master?"

Wen Qing spoke softly, "The master is about to reach the bottleneck. You don't have to worry. Bo Lou has a lot of strange fire in his body. It will take more time to improve those. He also knows the situation. You just wait for good news."

He spoke with such confidence that He Cen had to believe it even if he didn't want to. The four masters were already very good, and it was only a matter of time before they advanced. He Cen never doubted it. He just didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

In fact, if you count carefully, he has only been with his masters for a few decades. Although he has experienced a lot during this period, he has reached the stage of fusion. It is definitely not possible to advance so quickly.

Wen Qing found the colorful expression on his face quite funny, so she lowered her head and put her cheek against his. "Are you still dreaming?"

He Cen sighed, "Isn't that so?"

"I will soon have four masters who are in the middle stage of the fusion stage. If I tell others about this, wouldn't it be like a dream?"

"I remember that you four didn't get stuck for long in the early stages of the fusion, right? This progress is really fast..."

Wen Qing carried him back, and a bit of complacency appeared on his face as he heard this. "Well, it was indeed faster than expected, and that was also thanks to He He appearing by our side."

"You are a lucky star."

He Cen was amused, "Really?"

"When you helped me cultivate my sword skills, I thought your levels would regress a lot and you must have sustained a lot of hidden injuries. I felt bad about that. But you guys improved so quickly in the blink of an eye..."

Wen Qing hugged him tighter, "Why are you still thinking about the broken sword? Didn't your master tell you to relax?"

"We are indebted to you. In order to cure you, we read countless books and learned a lot. The memories you left us are so precious. If we don't work harder, your kindness will be in vain."

He Cen rubbed his face with his master, "That's because you are so good. When it comes to cultivation, it's not like you can get a perfect score just by giving you the answer. If I give the same configuration to others, they will definitely not be as effective as you guys~"

"It's amazing, super amazing!"

"Tie Tie Shi Zun~"

He Cen would also admire the strong. The world of cultivation is full of people who can make it big. When he was not around, the four masters were able to cultivate to the early stage of fusion, and they were able to repair the magic sword without ascending. How could anyone else do this?

There are so many geniuses, but these few are the best.

If his own identity as the sword spirit of the divine sword was unshakable, then the four masters who could use their own bones and blood to repair the divine sword must also have the power of demigods.

It's just that they haven't made further progress in their cultivation yet, so when the time comes to transcend the tribulation and ascend to heaven, it will probably be a piece of cake.

He Cen had a vague feeling that the identities of his four masters were definitely not simple.

For the four people, this thunder tribulation was like a refreshing rain after a long drought. After Wen Qing brought He Cen back, he also had to stay in seclusion for a while.

The four masters now needed to stabilize their realm, so He Cen was free. He did not run around for fear of worrying others.

He practiced swordplay in the yard every day. Anyway, no one from outside Bei Qi's Xiyan Palace could enter.

He Cen played with himself all day, ate when he wanted to, slept when he wanted to, and when he was really bored he could go and harass a few masters.

Anyway, the four big guys doted on him too much. Even in seclusion, they had no defense against him. The little sword spirit was like choosing a concubine. He ran to this master and lay down here for two days, then ran to that master and lay down there for two days. Even the emperor was not as carefree as him.