The thunder catastrophe suddenly came.

The first one shattered the barrier on the island, split the strong beams, and instantly destroyed the small quiet room, and landed straight on her head.

A strong pain came from all limbs and bones. The flesh and blood that thought were tough enough trembled continuously. A trace of thunder came from the meridians to the dantian, peeling off a piece of elixir from the golden elixir.

This is the biggest difference between the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation and the Golden Pill Thunder Tribulation.

In the golden elixir, as long as the body bears the power of heavenly thunder, it can succeed. But the Nascent Soul is not good. The monk must ensure that the body does not collapse while guiding the Heavenly thunder to activate the Nascent Soul wrapped in the cocoon.

Let the heavenly thunder enter the body, the golden elixir will break, the Nascent Soul will die, and stop the thunder and lightning from entering the body. The Nascent Soul will not be able to escape from the outside pill cocoon, and will never enter a new realm. You can only be a half-step Yuanying for a lifetime

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Yin Miaomiao carefully controlled the power of lightning, first tested the appropriate number to allocate it to the golden elixir, and the rest nourishing body was really unbearable, and then used the Burning Spirit to cremate it.

What a powerful force is Tianlei? A greedy little guy like Burning Spirit Fire is cautious when he absorbs it, for fear that he will be wiped out if he is not careful.

Compared to the difficulties she had when forming the elixir, Yin Miaomiao didn’t think it was too difficult. For more than a hundred years, she has never slacked off in her practice. The foundation laid in the past has become her confidence in dealing with it now.

In a blink of an eye, the ninth thunder tribulation had passed, but the catastrophe cloud showed no sign of dissipation, and the clouds even became thicker and denser, covering the head in black, brewing stronger power.

During the Golden Elixir, the thunder tribulation of ordinary monks is three to seven paths, and only a few people will reach the nine paths. During the Nascent Soul, the number of thunder tribulation is basically twice that of the Golden Elixir period. The subsequent transformation of gods and fusion is also

in this way.

Yin Miaomiao had nine thunder tribulations in the past, so there were eighteen thunders during the Nascent Soul, and so on, when she ascended, it would be the ultimate 9981.

On Guanjing Island, the Taoist Lord Changyang saw the gathering of disaster clouds and felt strange: "Who is making babies?"

You Yan didn't expect Yin Miaomiao to be so fast. He said he wanted to go into seclusion half a month ago, but now he has reached the final thunder tribulation. When he pondered for a while, he said, "Su Wei."

Changyang Daojun sneered: "She is so brave."

"Daojun, when Ling Sun had an accident, she was at the banquet, and all the monks could testify. Later, she went directly here to make babies." You Yan said slowly, "If she was the murderer, it would be difficult to convince everyone.

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Is there any magic weapon in the cultivation world that pretends to be someone else's face? Yes. So, it is not impossible to say that someone pretends to be her appearance to attend a banquet, but his appearance can be fake, but his cultivation level cannot be.

There are only a few monks who have passed the Golden Pill Great Perfection, and they also have to be satisfied that they are not present at the scene. They know her very well, and they do not arouse anyone's doubts. The possibility is too low.

Later, someone promoted the spread of this matter behind his back, which made him tend to be another possibility: frame the blame and sow discord.

He believed that the Lord of Changyang understood what he meant, but he smiled, cold and calm: "It is someone else's business to convince the public, I don't care. This matter must be what she did, the less she is,

The more she proved it was her.”

You Yan frowned.

"For the sake of you being the Lord of Wanshui Pavilion, I might as well tell you directly." The Daojun of Changyang said lightly, "Lihua has a demon because of her, so I have to kill her, so I went to inquire about it.

Not to mention, she is smart, cautious, and cunning. She stayed deliberately this time and wanted to pretend to know nothing, but she just exposed her."

A sneer appeared on his lips, looking at You Yan and said, "There are ups and downs outside, is she really ignorant? If it weren't for her, she would definitely find a way to find the real murderer so that she would not take the blame for others and die

But she didn't. She had a baby because she knew I would come. If she didn't do this, she wouldn't be able to walk under my hands."

This is in the truth and You Yan was speechless.

"Even if it's not her, she will die." Changyang Daojun looked indifferent, "This is a personal grudge. You'd better stop here. I don't want to make the three major sects disagree."

You Yan understood, this was a deal: if he no longer interfered in this matter, Changyang Daojun would only have Yin Miaomiao's life and would not pursue the issue of Wanshui Pavilion. The three major sects would still support each other, as always.

He had no reason to refuse, so he agreed.

The next moment, the Lord of Changyang disappeared on Guanjing Island.

When it arrived, the twelfth thunder disaster was coming.

The Heavenly Dao does not allow monks to interfere in their own tests, so the Changyang Daojun stood in the air, suppressing the surging murderous intent, waiting.

The twelve thunder tribulation struck, and the island was divided into pieces, leaving only a corner of it. She sat in the ruins, refining the power of heavenly thunder without distraction.

With this determination, Changyang Daojun believes that his great-granddaughter lost unjustly.

If Lihua is fine, he may admire this young man very much. If Lihua dies, she will have to die.

Then, there was the thirteenth heavenly thunder and the fourteenth heavenly thunder.

The Daojun Changyang thought it was time to end and was about to take action, but suddenly he felt something was wrong.

The thunder catastrophe continues.

"It's actually the number of nine thunders." He frowned and let go again. Yes, most of the people who have experienced the tribulations with nine numbers are favored by the way of heaven, but so what? It is possible to cultivate the Nascent Soul and transform into a god.

There is never a saying that one cannot kill one.

But she just told her to live a few more hours.

But next, another incident surprised him.

When the seventeenth heavenly thunder came down, a faint golden light appeared on her body. The lightning flashed and disappeared suddenly. In other words, this was not a heavenly punishment, but a gift.

Yin Miaomiao’s favorite is such a thunder. The powerful force entered her body, but turned into nutrients like spring rain, constantly nourishing her flesh and blood.

Deep in the dantian, the Nascent Soul, which already looks like a baby, bathed in the thunderstorm, looks more white and bright, solid and powerful.

The eighteenth way, the same is true.

During the Golden Pill, she only received one gift. When anyone thought that when she was born, she actually added one more dish. It was a surprise.

In the scattered lightning, Yin Miaomiao opened his eyes.

South China Sea, Guixu.

Zhao Hua stood on the sea, looking at the catastrophe clouds on the other end, and suddenly said, "I can't finish this game of chess today."

"Oh." The person playing chess raised his head and asked lightly, "Where are you going?"

"Did you see the golden light over there?" A smile appeared on Zhaohua's lips, "It's a very familiar atmosphere for me, I found her."

"who is she?"

"The person who has kindness to me." Zhaohua said, his figure has turned into a flying dragon, "The day for me to repay my kindness has come."

Before he finished speaking, the shadow could not be seen.

The man who was playing chess at Tuli sighed melancholy and began to continue playing chess with his left and right hands, saying to himself: "There is really no day in the South China Sea. Alas, when can I sleep quietly?

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The flowing dress fell down and shone on Yin Miaomiao's shoulders. The broken robes fell off to the ground like feathers, turning into pieces of flowers.

"Changyang Daojun." She looked at the other party calmly and smiled slightly, "You are here thousands of miles away. Do you know what's wrong?"

The Daojun Changyang said coldly: "You are still pretending to be stupid with me?"

"I don't understand what you mean."

Daojun Changyang was too lazy to spend too much time with her, and went straight to the point: "Lihua is dead, did you kill it?"

"Yes or no, is there any difference?" she smiled and asked calmly, "If it weren't for me, would you believe it?"

"It must be you."

"That's me." Yin Miaomiao looked up at the dark clouds dissipating, revealing the blue sky again. "Xiao Lihua is eager to kill me. No matter who she died, you will definitely help her realize this wish."

"So you know."

"No, I don't know, I just want to see if you are a dignified god, and you are not reasonable."

"The one standing in front of you is not a Taoist lord, but an elder who lost his granddaughter." The Taoist lord of Changyang remained unmoved, "If you want to force each other with morality, you may have made a mistake in your wishful thinking."

Yin Miaomiao blinked gently. Sure enough, if you can reach this level, Changyang Daojun is definitely not a fool who can fool you. He has seen through her plan.

——Yes, she knew very well that no matter who Xiao Lihua died, Daojun Changyang would not let her go. So, why do you want to be mysterious, poison and create a proof of absence?

Because even if she dies, she will die worthy.

Killing Xiao Lihua and being killed by her great-grandfather was just an ordinary grudge. There are so many monks in the fourteen continents, and similar things happen every day, not to mention that she and Xiao Lihua have all become enemies because of Mu Tianguang.

Men and women, romantic affairs, but jokes for others.

After her death, the Lord of Changyang would just go to Chongxiao Sect to explain and give some compensation, and it would be over. He is the Lord of the God of the God and avenges blood relatives, which is reasonable in terms of emotion and reason.

Of course, Chongxiao Sect must be angry and regretful. However, she is valuable when she is alive, and she will end when she dies. Instead of having a feud with Guiyuan Sect, it is better to use it to seek greater benefits, such as

Ask for cedes of spiritual veins, secret realms, or something else.

With resources, are you still afraid that you will not be able to cultivate excellent disciples?

Justice has a prerequisite.

She was not angry and even decided to go with the flow and make the interests of the sect bigger.

It is not too much to confirm that Xiao Lihua was killed by her. As a relative, Daojun Changyang killed her. But what if the identity of the murderer became a mystery? Many people can prove that she was at the banquet at that time and did not have the opportunity to kill.

Once the reason for revenge is untenable, the same death will lead to a greater price for Guiyuan Sect. This is the last thing she did for the sect as the chief of Chongxiao Sect.

However, the Daojun Changyang saw through her plan, but did not change his original intention. He was willing to pay a heavy price to bear the accountability of Chongxiao Sect and the hatred of Cui Shifeng.

He is a good elder.

Yin Miaomiao did not hate him because if the dead person was her, Ren Wuwei would make the same choice, but unfortunately, they were enemies.
To be continued...