A good thing
"good."
Dayin Xisheng, Zhang Zheng closed his eyes physically and mentally exhausted, and before his consciousness completely fell into chaos, he seemed to hear something.
In the dark and mysterious yellow, a tender bud stands tremblingly in the uncultivated land of chaos, and a trace of invisible Taoist rhyme flows all over the world.
The Taoist rhyme wanders, and gradually forms a large, shadowy word - "Shan".
Once this character is completed, several rays of pure Taoist rhyme float out of the chaos, and are pulled by it, turning into a trail and following it into a bud.
The heaven and earth are roaring, silently.
The momentum is achieved!
"Okay, it's dispersed."
An elder with a large body of keys flew up and stood in the air, sinking his energy into the dantian, waving his sleeves to the curious disciples to disperse.
The disciples were sighing, but they did not dare to disobey the orders of the strong elder in the air. That was the elder of the inner law enforcement hall - Shizidao!
Looking at the disciples below who were dragging and unwilling to leave, Shi Zidao's face suddenly became cold and hard, his brows stood up, and his stern and solemn aura suddenly became.
Seeing this, the disciples who were unwilling to leave instantly dispersed in the shape of birds and beasts, and each continued their own affairs.
Duan Wuwei then flew forward, slapped the stone knife on the shoulder in close contact, and smiled complimented: "It's still the majesty of our great elder of the Law Enforcement Hall."
The stone knife exhaled his anger and hummed heavily, "The bad guys asked me to do it, of course I am so majestic."
"Oh, I can't say that. Our Law Enforcement Hall is the Hall of Justice, protecting the peace of my Wanxuan Gate."
Just say something nice, Shizidao waved his hand disdainfully, raised his chin, and pointed towards the top of the mountain, "Aren't you a disciple of your pulse? You won't go and take a look."
The two of them fell to the ground lightly beside Zhang Zheng, looking at the limp on the ground thinking.
The thunder tribulation is huge and seems to destroy the world, but in fact it is only borne by the person who is the victim, and will not cause any harm to the surrounding scenery.
Zhang Zheng's eyes were closed, his back was arched, and he curled up. His whole body was wrapped in black charcoal. His fingers were deeply trapped in the hard stone floor. His nails were broken and he kept bleeding.
The stone knife kept twitching, and was quite surprised, "What's wrong with you, a disciple? It also attracted thunder of inquiries."
Only the talented demon cultivator has always attracted thunder of concern. If he cannot resist it, he will die in the heavenly thunder, and if he survives...
Even if you are truly included in the Demon Clan, and your behavior is recognized by heaven and earth, if you are not surprised in the future, you will definitely become a generation of demon elites and cause trouble to the world.
In detail, in the past billion years since the Huaifeng Continent was demoted, more than one million people have attracted the thunder of heart, but less than a thousand people have resisted the thunder of heart, and all of them are geniuses among the demon cultivators.
For demon cultivators, surprise is greater than fear. After all, only by experiencing the mind thunder can one cleanse the marrow and temper it, and turn it into a real demon clan, and then one can practice demonic energy in the future to attain enlightenment.
If you cannot overcome the thunder of mind, you will be able to practice as a demon cultivator and become a vicious cultivator and achieve the great way.
This is just a theory. From the perspective of actual situations, the demon cultivator has never broken through to the person who is in the hole, and the highest point is that he stops in the trance stage.
Duan Wuwei lowered the darkness in his eyes and asked with a smile: "She survived under this thunder of questioning. If she was really a demon cultivator, how could she not temper the demonic energy at this time?"
The stone knife squatted down and put one hand on Zhang Zheng's black wrist, concentrating on checking Zhang Zheng's physical condition.
This disciple looked tragic on the outside, dying on the outside, but his body was full of spiritual energy and full of vitality.
Withdrawing his hand, he looked at Duan Wuwei and frowned and shook his head slightly, "It's really no demonic energy, the spiritual energy is pure and powerful, and it has condensed into a golden elixir. It's a good seedling."
Duan Wuwei's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "That's fine."
His eyes fell on Zhang Xiaoliang who happened to pass by in the distance, and sent a message to hand Zhang Zheng to him for the time being. Duan Wuwei turned to the stone knife and said, "Okay, let's leave this disciple to Xiaoliang. The senior brother of the sect has something to do to find us, let's go."
The two flew away, their clothes flew away. Duan Wuwei looked back at Zhang Zheng's direction, and the light in his eyes was surging, and he was unknown.
On the spot, Zhang Xiaoliang frowned and called out coldly, "Junior Sister Zhang?"
Zhang Zheng lay half-deadly on the ground without giving a slight response.
This is the second time that my master has been assigned to "take care of" Junior Sister Zhang.
After Zhang Xiaoliang thought for a while, he and Zhang Zheng seemed to have met only three times, and Zhang Zheng was in a mess three times.
The first time she was buried in the ground, she broke out like a monster, and she fainted and died two times later.
Just now, the thunder tribulation was huge, with muffled thunder rolling, and lightning and thunder.
How could Zhang Xiaoliang not notice it? He shook his head in confusion, took out a few top-quality healing pills and clearing pills from the mustard seed space, rudely opened Zhang Zheng's mouth, and poured it into his mouth and closed it.
The medicinal power came into effect, and the dark red blood in the hands gradually solidified, and the broken nails reborn.
The message from his waist made a weak white light flash. Zhang Xiaoliang glanced at him, and a faint impatient flashed through his eyes.
He stood up and injected a trace of spiritual power into the messenger. A coquettish voice came, revealing two-point playfulness.
"Senior Brother Zhang, where are you? Shanhailing Bi is about to arrive. Dad asked us to go to Bianyunhe to grab some spiritual tails."
The first round is still in the mountains and seas.
This time I found him, it was a serious matter. Zhang Xiaoliang's expression was a little slow, and he sent a message: "There are still some things to be done on the 12 Peaks of Faming West. Please wait for a while."
As soon as the voice transmission went, an echo came from over there, with a light and pleasant tone.
"No trouble, I'll come and find Senior Brother Zhang."
"Need not."
Zhang Xiaoliang looked at the rumors of rejection and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, his mind was as messy as he could.
“Um…”
Zhang Zheng, who was lying on the ground, trembled his eyelids and slowly opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear.
Zhang Xiaoliang turned his eyes on Zhang Zheng and said, "Junior Sister Zhang? Are you okay?"
Zhang Zheng turned his head slowly, focusing his eyes at the source of the sound, and was Duan Wuwei's personal disciple - Zhang Xiaoliang.
My mind was completely awake, and I got up from the ground, and the black charcoal wrapped around me shook off the dust.
Zhang Zheng took out her clothes and put them on her body, applied a body cleansing technique to restore her normal appearance, and then bowed and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Zhang, I'm fine."
"It's good if there's nothing to do."
Zhang Xiaoliang said a word, turned around and was about to leave. The foot he raised suddenly paused, and turned around and asked, "Do you know what Wang Ruojin is doing?"
"Wang Ruojin?"
Zhang Zheng murmured these three words in his mouth, and after a moment of reflection, he showed doubt in his eyes, "I have seen this person before? Zhang Zheng has no impression of it."
Zhang Xiaoliang's eyes were like a knife, and he watched her expression intently, "You have been in a coma for ten years, and she will take care of you."
Zhang Zheng turned her dark pupils suspiciously, with clear eyes, "Ten years? I've been in a coma for so long."
She paused for a moment and continued, "I don't know who Wang Ruojin is. I have no memory for ten years. When I wake up, I will overcome the thunder disaster."
"What happened to Wang Ruojin?"
Seeing her face blankly, Zhang Xiaoliang turned his head and turned his back to her, his tone as cold as a dead face.
"She had some accident. Since you were awake, the Law Enforcement Hall would come to find you soon, and then you will know."
Watching Zhang Xiaoliang leave.
Zhang Zheng turned back to the cave, her confused expression disappeared without a trace, and her eyes were dark.
It seems that this matter still cannot escape. There will be a tough battle waiting for her in the future. It will be difficult to fool her when she falls into the hands of the law enforcement hall.
She had to think about the wording carefully, not to completely clear the suspicion, at least she could not attract more suspicion.
Chapter completed!