Fang Chi clenched Hai Tingzhou's hand tightly, and Jimo Qing held Jimo Xuan's shoulder.

Lan Fusheng and others leaned closely together, and Dong Fuzhu even hugged her head in her friend's arms and did not dare to continue watching.

They all watched Sang Ying survived the ninety-nine thunders in front, thinking that as long as she survived the last one, everything would be safe.

But now, they looked at the catastrophe clouds that were converging above their heads and listened to the terrifying sound of thunder destroying the world, and everyone was silent.

On the ruins, those once arrogant powerful people have fallen to the ground, but only one figure is still struggling and struggling.

She seemed to be trying hard to get up from the ground and then fight the last thunder.

But the slender and tiny body finally spit out a mouthful of blood with flesh and blood, and lay silently on the ground.

"Sang Ying, get up!" Fang Chi finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly to the people in the distance.

Her actions seemed to wake the others up from her sleep. Soon the Jimo brothers also shouted: "Little sister, get up! The last thunder is here, you can get through it!"

"Senior sister, get up quickly. We will go back to the sect together to have a celebration banquet!"

"Fellow Daoist Sang Ying holds on, and the last thunder tribulation is coming, hold on!"

"Sang Ying!"

Sang Ying's head was a little drowsy. At this moment, she seemed to be unable to feel the pain and fatigue, nor could she feel her limbs.

She shook her head and wanted to get up from the ground, but her numb limbs did not obey her orders, so she could not use any strength.

How could this happen?

Sang Ying was moving, trying to listen to the words of her friends and fellow disciples and resist the last thunder. But she soon found in despair that she really couldn't move.

"Sang Ying, take out the Longyuan Sword. The Longyuan Sword is a magical weapon that can help you block this attack!" Gu Shu's almost roaring voice came from the jade pendant. If you listen carefully, you might be able to do so.

I heard a hint of despair.

Sang Ying's ears were filled with buzzing sounds, and only a few words of Gu Shu could occasionally float into Gu Shu.

She moved her fingers, and the only thing she could move now was her fingers. With the last bit of consciousness, Sang Ying finally found the jade pendant on her chest, and then she used her last bit of strength to pull the jade pendant down,

Throw out of the range of thunder tribulation!

Gu Shu, who was left far away, could only leave a shocked and sad "Sang Ying".

Since then, she has no strength at all.

The dark purple thunder like the sky river arrived as promised, and the dazzling light made the onlookers unable to help but open their eyes. Under the loud "boom" sound, the four fields were silent, and people could no longer hear anything other than thunder.

Any sound.

"This little baby is cruel and decisive." The white-haired old man lost his previous injustice. He looked at the ruins of Wuji Sect completely shrouded by lightning. His face was rarely filled with seriousness.

The old man with swordsman said nothing, but he knew that if he had such a thunder, no one would have escaped.

Oh, no, someone can escape it. Like the monks involved in Sect Master Wu, the last thunder tribulation is just a meaning, so the only person who bears this heavenly thunder is Sang Ying, and Sang Ying will also become

The only person who died in this thunder tribulation.

The old man with swordsman closed his eyes, and after a long time, he slowly spoke: "If the supreme elders of Wuji Sect appear, let's help those cultivators in the fairy world."

If you can become a partner with the female cultivator named Sang Ying below, these people should not be bad people.

The old man with swordsmanship would do the same if he didn't say this. He had just read the message sent to him by his disciples after he was in seclusion and learned about what had happened over the past few days.

In his opinion, they should naturally protect the monks who saved their Xuanwu Realm.

Outside the ruins, Fang Chi was already weak and exhausted. She was no longer the girl who was bleeding, sweating and not crying. At the moment when the thunder fell, she had collapsed in Hai Tingzhou's arms, and her tears were

It also blurred its vision instantly.

Fang Chi never thought that his friend would disappear from the front with such a decisive attitude, and she never thought that she and Sang Ying had only had this short ten-year friendship.

If she had known that there would be today, she would definitely not have let Wan Daosheng's disciple come to the Xuanwu Realm for rescue.

"It's time to let these people die together in the beast tide. Why do you take the risk to save them, and why do you take the risk to save these beasts?" Fang Chi was already collapsed.

There were also many monks from the Xuanwu Realm standing beside them, including not only disciples of Wuji Sect, but also from Jianshuangya and other sects.

But at this moment they did not dare to speak up. After all, they knew better than anyone else that the disaster in the Xuanwu Realm was indeed solved by Sang Ying and the cultivators in the Fairy Realm.

The disciples of Wuji Sect lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the expressions of others.

Maybe, they were really wrong this time?

In the silence, only a crying sound is the clearest.

The atmosphere has since become solemn, and everyone has agreed to Sang Ying's ending. After all, this heavenly thunder is too terrible and cannot be afforded by a Jindan monk.

Suddenly, in an unspeakable silence, someone burst into an exclaim: "Look at me!"

Everyone looked up quickly, but saw a golden light suddenly shot out from the lightning.

The golden light was unknown what it was, and it also comforted everyone's originally restless hearts with an inexplicable sense of peace.

Although the golden light is not as surging as the lightning, it looks particularly sharp, and it directly cuts open the deep purple thunder and wins a world for itself.

"What is that? Is there anyone there?" Another voice sounded, and everyone found a slender figure in the direction of his fingers in the thunder and golden light.

"That's...Sang Ying?" Si Jing narrowed his eyes and recognized the owner of the figure with some difficulty.

After him, Fang Chi and others recognized the people. The disciples of Wan Daosheng who were originally red with red eyes immediately recovered their spirits. Jimo Qing even pushed his younger brother away and approached the range of the thunder tribulation as much as possible.

You have to see the figure more clearly.

The charred robe, the long hair of her waist, and the long sword that she seemed to never leave her hands.

Who wouldn't that figure wrapped in golden light be Sang Ying?!

"She is still alive, she gets up, she has survived!" Someone shouted this excitedly, and immediately ignited the hearts of the people around him.

At that moment, let alone disciples of Wan Daosheng, even the monks in the Xuanwu Realm couldn't help but cheer with each other.

The golden light became more and more prosperous, wrapping Sang Ying upwards. At this moment, she seemed to be a fish swimming in the sea of ​​thunder, actually wandering freely in the sky under the protection of the golden light.

"That thing is merit?" The old man with white hair opened his mouth wide in surprise.

He had never seen such a great golden light of merit!


Chapter completed!