The silent temple woke up.

The elderly host walked out with a stick, looked at the thunder with a serious expression, and his lips trembled slightly.

The little monk next to him looked at the sky with a worried look on his face, only to see dark clouds that were so heavy that it was piled up in the air, as if a rainstorm was about to brew. He remembered what happened in the imperial city and asked worriedly: "Master, is this a demon in trouble?"

The host slowly twisted the staff in his hand and immediately said, "Go and wake everyone up, get out of here first, I will open the temple protection formation!"

"Yes, Master." The little monk was about to leave.

A voice suddenly rang out: "No need."

In the dark and depressing night, a delicate figure came with a fierce murderous intent. The girl was wearing black clothes and outlining her delicate and convex figure, her straight legs were slender and tight, and her feet were silent. Her ink hair tied with a red rope as a ponytail was dancing in the wind.

"Your Highness..." The host recognized the girl in front of him, was shocked, and sang in front of him with his palm.

Zhao Xianger saluted the old monk who was quite virtuous in the imperial city and said seriously: "Leave it to me here and take your disciples to evacuate outside the temple first."

After saying this, she didn't say much, turned around and left, and leaped agilely, levered onto the eaves with the power of the cauldron in front of the steps.

The wind blew in front of her, and her eyes looked in the direction of the thunder, with a thin lips and a serious expression.

And in the light of the catastrophe, a young man in white walked in without knowing his own life or death.

Zhao Xianger confirmed the direction, with a lot of doubts in her heart, and she kept walking. She stepped on the wet roof tiles smoothly and ran towards the center of the heavenly disaster against the strong wind.

Ning stood under the lightning for a long time, and all the thunder clouds gathered on this temple. The rest of the imperial city was clear and the moonlight was flowing everywhere. The thunder had accumulated into pools of water, just waiting for the mortals to cross with their bodies.

"Stop, what are you going to do?" A woman's shout rang out. Lu Maimai had arrived in white clothes. When the thunder clouds gathered here before, she and Zhao Xianger arrived together.

Ning hadn't looked at her for a long time. He stared at the thunder cloud attentively and said, "Help me take good care of my junior sister."

Hearing this, Lu Maiwei was shocked. She frowned and a sword light slashed towards the place where the sky thunder gathered. She jumped up, and her figure came through the clouds and thunder, as if she wanted to block Ning Changjiu's footsteps with a sword.

Lu Maijie said, "Your cultivation has been exhausted. You can resist the heavenly tribulation with your flesh and blood, and you will only end up being crushed to pieces."

As he spoke, Lu Maimao handed his sword into the thunder, but it was like water dripping into the abyss and was quickly swallowed up.

Lu Maiwei's face turned pale. She looked at the thunder with an incredible look in her eyes.

In those immortal sects who practice outside the world, if a great practitioner in the long-lived realm breaks into the Ziting, it will be a rare event in the entire sect in decades, because for those who practice Taoism, the thunder of the catastrophe is like a rain from the sky, and it is a good thing for tempering the body and refining the soul. At that time, all practitioners can use the light of the great practitioner's breakthrough according to their own realm, either at the edge of the thunder pool, or at the center, to get a little bit away from the center.

But this thunder of disaster... seems unusual.

Even though Lu Maimai's realm was slightly lower, he was also a practitioner in the long life realm. She just put her strength into her sword and failed to cause any waves in the catastrophe thunder.

Then, she heard Ning Changjiu say something incredible: "This thunder is here to strike me."

"What are you talking nonsense?" Lu Maimai frowned. In history, the master broke the thunder of heaven for his disciples. Breaking the realm is just a stimulus. How could there be a thunder that can be devoured by choosing a person?

Ning Changjiu had this guess when he woke up. Now that he saw Lu Maimai's sword being swallowed up, he finally confirmed his thoughts.

The reason is very simple - your existence violates the laws of heaven and earth.

The practitioners of the Immortal Sect only know that when the thunder of the catastrophe comes, they can use it to temper their souls, but they do not know that many people who live in seclusion and practice the demonic path will flee far away after they notice the thunder of the catastrophe.

The reason is very simple, because Tiandi thinks that you have broken his rules, and all those who break the rules will be struck by lightning.

Ning Changjiu felt so uneasy for the first time. Ning Qinshui's cultivation had been defeated by him, but he still had reliance in his body. That night, all the evil ghosts that poured into his body were refined into pure spiritual energy by him these days. But he wanted to be cautious. Even if he fought with the demon-in-law Ning Xiaolingmi for half an hour, he did not reveal this matter.

But now, he suddenly felt that even if his cultivation was full of spiritual energy, it would be a crushing end.

Man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation.

He did not expect that his existence would trigger such a violent anger.

In the thunder pool, the lightning entanglement burst out with a harsh sound of tearing and pulling. The center of the thunder cloud began to gradually sink, and whirlpools surged from it. The lightning gathered along the trajectory of the turbine toward the middle, and finally condensed into a blue-purple thunder ball.

A strong light lit up from the center, and the strong wind swept over with hissing electric current. Lu Maimei single-handedly held a sword and protected his body with the sword intent. Her white clothes were blown by the strong wind. She burst out several swords, but she still couldn't get close to the center area.

"Senior brother..."

Outside the temple gate, Ning Xiaoling finally tore off the cocoons wrapped around her body. Her face turned pale and she ran out stumbled out. When she passed the threshold, her feet were unstable. She knelt on the ground with a thud. The strong wind hit her face. At this moment, she had no cultivation. Her body was overturned back and fell back into the house with a thud.

On the hall, Zhao Xianger bent her waist slightly and bowed her body, exerted force with her legs, and her body jumped back and forth between several eaves, moving against the wind, and running towards the center of the thunderstorm.

With a few leaps, she fell at the entrance of the hall. She looked ahead. Under the riotous thunder pool, black clouds gathered and collapsed in the middle, like the pupils of a devil. In the meandering lightning and thunder were dying. You could feel great pressure by just a glance.

A young man in white stood faintly in the light of the lightning.

A blue-purple thunder fell on him. The figure of the young man holding his hands up suddenly sank when he touched the thunder. A violent sound broke out from his bones. A series of white and purple waves spread out from the center, like a tide that kept surging onto the shore. Lu Marshal stood with his sword and shattered the lightning that had spread out.

Zhao Xianger looked shocked. The intensity of this heavenly tribulation exceeded her imagination. Why did the person who resisted the heavenly tribulation not the girl they called Ning Xiaoling, but became the little Taoist priest who... what was it called?

The little Taoist priest came from somewhere and had to withstand three thunders. The turbulent airflow brought by the thunderstorm hit the huge copper bells of two people in the temple over and over again. The sound of the long bell was filled with a thunder sound. Even in the middle, his eardrums were almost broken and bleeding from his seven orifices.

"Senior brother..."

A faint sound of a girl came from behind.

Zhao Xianger looked back and saw that the sixty-four candles in the temple had already been extinguished. At this moment, they were all overturned to the ground, and the candle oil was flowing everywhere. A young girl with long hair and messy hair and weak breath struggled to get up from the ground, constantly calling for her senior brother.

Zhao Xianger felt a trembling heart, and the sword in the umbrella was pulled out like flowing water. With a sound of brushing, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Ning Xiaoling.

"No." Behind him, Lu Maimai shouted loudly and stopped her.

Lu Marryman glanced at Ning Xiaoling, helped her up, and said, "She is no longer a fox demon at this moment, so there is no reason to kill her."

Zhao Xianger said coldly: "The demon seed has not been destroyed, and it will wake up again sooner or later. If you keep her today, what should I do in the future?"

Lu Maimai said: "I have taken her back to my disciple and brought her back to the Immortal Sect, I will ask the sect leader to eliminate hidden dangers for her."

Zhao Xianger looked at the petite girl who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and the tip of the sword in her hand was trembling slightly.

Zhao Xianger said, "What if I insist on killing her?"

Lu Maiwei's eyes were firm: "It's thanks to Ning Changjiu that the imperial city was spared from a catastrophe. If her demon species had been awakened before and broke into the purple court, what power could stop her in the imperial city at this moment?"

Zhao Xianger snorted coldly, unmoved: "I have my own way."

Lu Married Married said: "At this moment, her senior brother was robbed because of the imperial city. You can't even take action."

Zhao Xianger bit her lip beads lightly, her eyes changed. She always felt that this disaster in the imperial city was a test given to her by her mother. Everything was right, but because of her negligence, she finally missed a step. This mistake was eliminated by herself, but now when she arrived late, she found that the crisis had been resolved. The young man who saved the imperial city was at the verge of no return at any time.

She took a deep breath, and the strong wind that kept gushing from behind her blew her skirt, like an invisible hand pushing her body forward, trying to stab the sword into Ning Xiaoling's body and completely end the matter.

"Let's spare your life for now."

She finally snorted coldly, moved the tip of the sword, and walked towards the lightning light behind the sword.

She wanted to see who the young man who ruined his big exam was.

But at this moment, the sky thunder continued, and I am afraid that the young man would have no bones left after the thunder of robbery.

Lu Maima hugged the girl in his arms and pointed her in the eyebrows, causing her to fall asleep temporarily. She was afraid that the little girl would see her senior brother's death and stimulate the demonic nature that was finally pressed into her heart.

The thunder ball fell like rain in the sky.

And in the lightning, a shadowy figure stood like a dead tree, but still had movements.

Zhao Xianger raised her thin eyebrows and thought to herself that this person is still alive?

She hesitated for a moment and finally opened the red umbrella and supported herself to move forward with difficulty.

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Ning Changjiu didn't know how he survived until now.

The ghosts he refined had been burned completely by the first three thunder fires.

He thought to himself with a self-deprecating thought that he had done everything and thought that everything was under control. Unexpectedly, after only a few days of living, death was imminent again. I wonder if he would really die this time, or be lucky to be reborn again...

When a person faces great danger, his thinking speed will be oppressed extremely quickly.

As complex thoughts passed by his mind, another giant python-like lightning fell in the sky and smashed towards the Tianling Cover, like a hammer that suddenly fell when driving a pile. The huge pressure stimulated his hair and exploded one by one. The blood all over his body seemed to be boiling and burning. In the extreme heat, his spirit became extremely heavy, but his body seemed to have lost its weight.

The moment the lightning fell, the depths of the soul seemed to suddenly open their eyes.

Ning Changjiu raised his head, wondering if it was an illusion. In the light of the lightning, there was a faint shadow looking at him lightly but softly. It was a figure dancing in the robe of Zhan Qing.

Next to the figure, there was a slightly shorter figure standing, and the figure also looked at him with a confused look on his face.

Ning Changjiu stood in a daze, his thinking was stagnant for a moment, and he was not even sure whether he was dizzy.

Both figures were against the light, and only a blurry outline could be seen.

But enough.

Because those two are faces that he would never admit to his mistake.

One is the self in the past life, and the other is the self in the present.

It's all forever.

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