Poof!

There was a slight cracking sound.

A crack finally appeared in the layer of glow on the Thunder Treasure Tree.

Lu Qingshan's face covered with blood revealed a cold smile.

He quickly sheathed his sword and then slashed out again.

Along that crack, the third sword that suppressed the sky was cut out.

Bang!

With the point of breaking through the face, the penetrating sword intention of Nirvana suddenly broke out at this moment.

The cold light flashed, and at the moment when Lu Qingshan's third sword fell, the body-protecting treasure light finally could not withstand the power of the dragon bird, and all the rays of light turned into light points and exploded.

The sharp sword blade condensed into a line of frost, carrying a blazing flame, and cut down from the top of the palm-high thunder tree.

The flames instantly covered and submerged the treasure tree.

The shrill and painful wails of the mountain ghosts came from the burning thunder tree.

He had just successfully peeled off the Dao foundation from Lu Qingshan's body, and his future was bright. This should have been the proudest time.

Why did the situation become like this in just a blink of an eye?

Mountain ghost, he can't figure it out! He feels wronged!

Anger rose to the sky.

The mountain ghost became a resentful ghost.

"I'm not willing to give in!!" The mountain ghost roared for the last time.

He could clearly feel that his vitality was quickly dissipating.

He escaped the catastrophe of genocide 20,000 years ago.

Now it turns out to be a dead end in this way.

How could he be willing to do so?

His resentment towards Lu Qingshan has reached its extreme, and the regret in his heart has also reached its extreme.

"Twenty thousand years..." The mountain ghost's consciousness gradually blurred, and his voice began to weaken.

Not long after, the thunder tree, which was originally filled with colorful rays of light and was extremely magical, was reduced to ashes under the flames.

As the thunder tree turned into powder, the thunder in the Thunder God Pond also slowly faded from the inside out.

The source of thunder in Lei Gong Pond is originally this precious tree.

Once the thunder tree disappears, the thunder will become sourceless water, and its power will gradually fade until it disappears.

Lu Qingshan's body was shaking a little at this time, trembling.

The power brought by the power of mountains and seas is too powerful. Using such a powerful force to control the sky brings a load that he cannot bear now.

There were waves of severe pain in the body.

The blood was still flowing continuously from his body, making his consciousness slightly blurred.

"If this continues, there won't be any blood left." Lu Qingshan twitched the corner of his mouth.

Wangchuan flew out of his body and landed on his hand.

A dazzling sword light flashed on Wangchuan's sword.

But this sword light was not directed at the enemy, but at Lu Qingshan himself.

Forgotten River: Blue Fall.

The sword of Wangchuan's Lord of Life.

The rich vitality followed this sword light and blended into his body, turning into an extremely comfortable clear current, flowing along his limbs and bones, and flowing throughout every part of his body.

It felt like a thirsty traveler in the desert encountering a clear spring. All Lu Qingshan's wounds were scrambling to absorb this clear stream.

He could clearly feel that his wounds were recovering rapidly.

Lu Qingshan smiled and put Wangchuan away.

"Not many people have the experience of drawing a sword against themselves."

Holding the sword, Lu Qingshan barely supported his body. Just as he was about to move, a ray of light flashed from the ashes and suddenly flashed into his eyes, making him suddenly wary.

This mountain ghost is so powerful, how can he not even die like this?

But the experience points have obviously been recorded?

His eyes followed the glow.

Among the ashes of the thunder tree, there is a brilliant, crystal-like jade leaf lying quietly among it, as if it is reborn from Nirvana, extremely holy.

Lu Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief.

The mountain ghost was indeed dead.

But what is this jade leaf?

With a thought in his heart, he walked to the ashes of the thunder tree and gently picked up the jade leaf.

An extremely mysterious force spread out from the jade leaf. Through the outer shell of the jade leaf, Lu Qingshan actually saw countless thin interconnected lines flowing slowly.

"This is...the line of cause and effect." Lu Qingshan murmured.

The energy he felt was the true meaning of cause and effect emanating from this jade leaf.

It turned out to be a treasure of artistic conception...

After the thunder tree was reduced to ashes, it was actually said that a jade leaf was left behind that was transformed by the power of the causal power of the body, which is an extremely precious artistic conception treasure.

There is artistic conception in the artistic conception treasures, which allows the owner to directly contact and comprehend the mysterious and mysterious artistic conception, which is the wonder of enlightenment.

The value distinction of artistic conception treasures naturally depends on the level of artistic conception contained in them.

This jade leaf contains the true meaning of origin: cause and effect. Therefore, it is the most precious artistic treasure.

In addition, the thunder fruit that was picked earlier contains the true meaning of immortality.

One ghost and two flowers.

Lu Qingshan silently put away the jade leaf.

There is still one most important thing left to do.

He held his sword and walked step by step to his Daoji.

The dazzling golden thread was mixed with three gray threads, making it almost invisible.

Hundreds of silk threads transformed by his Taoist foundation condensed into a golden thread ball in the air, which was constantly intertwining and changing.

As if sensing Lu Qingshan's approach and aura of closeness, the silk thread formed by his Taoist foundation swam towards Lu Qingshan unsteadily.

They want to return to Lu Qingshan's body.

Lu Qingshan stood there, looking at the Daoji threads slowly swimming towards him, wondering what he was thinking.

Finally, a moment later, there was a golden thread, already only a few feet away from Lu Qingshan, as if it couldn't wait to integrate into Lu Qingshan's body.

At this moment, Lu Qingshan let out a sigh.

Immediately, his eyes flashed with determination.

He made an extremely difficult, but in his opinion absolutely correct decision.

Lu Qingshan raised the dragon bird in his hand.

There is a flame rising from the dragon bird sword.

He swung his sword and slashed at the silk thread transformed by his Daoji.

"Young Master!" Qin Yitian's panicked voice came from the dragon bird.

But the sword has been cut down.

All the threads, whether golden or gray, perfect or flawed, all turned into points of light and dispersed.

"If you continue to make mistakes, you will inevitably suffer chaos," Lu Qingshan said calmly to Qin Yitian: "Since you made a mistake at the beginning, then correct it in time."

"This is Young Master's hard work for many years..." Qin Yitian felt regretful and regretful.

"Isn't it just a matter of repairing it again?" Lu Qingshan was extremely open-minded and said with a smile: "If the old ones don't go away, the new ones won't come in."

"Isn't it just a matter of practicing it again..." Qin Yitian murmured.

Lu Qingshan's words seemed to have the power to reassure others, making her originally depressed mood gradually rise.

"Isn't it just to practice it again!" Qin Yitian repeated this sentence again.

But this time, the sound of her last word '?' was an upward tone, revealing relief and expectation.

Lu Qingshan smiled, then his body swayed, his vision went dark, and he fainted completely.
Chapter completed!