The thunder that was like destroying the world finally began to slowly restrain its power, but the golden light that was originally suppressed also took advantage of the momentum and shone brightly.

In the two lights, the ragged figure waved the sword in his hand hard and absorbed the last trace of thunder.

When the heavenly thunder retreated and the calamity clouds disappeared, the rain that was several times more than the ordinary Nascent Soul thunder tribulation fell from the sky and spread on all the onlookers.

But they no longer cared about this. Everyone's eyes just fell on the female cultivator on the ruins. They watched her bathed in the rain, she shed the flesh that had been charred before, and reappeared in the past.

The icy and snow posture.

At that moment, the excitement in their hearts was beyond words, because they knew that Sang Ying had successfully passed the tribulation and she had become a Nascent Soul monk!

Seeing that the charred shell on her body was slowly softening and fading, Sang Ying quickly changed herself into a new robe. Her previous hair was broken, and although the newly grown hair was only on her shoulders, it looked like ice silk satin.

That's so smooth.

Her cyclone expanded more than twice as much as before, and a small doll with a similar face floated over the ice-blue aura.

Sang Ying knew that this was his Nascent Soul.

Not only that, the Dantian that was injured by Gu Huaiwei was completely healed at this moment. Straws of spiritual energy spontaneously condensed in her Dantian. It can be said that she already has two "dantians" as a cyclone!

The monk practices to learn to use spiritual energy and store spiritual energy. Now Sang Ying has two "dantians", which means that the spiritual energy she can absorb and use is at least twice as much as that of ordinary Nascent Soul monks!

But Sang Ying was not proud of it. She knew very well that a Nascent Soul was still much worse than her goal of ascension.

The Fuchuan sword at hand was still sizzling, and the originally beautiful snow-white sword body had two purple lightning-shaped dark patterns. It was accompanied by the current like a thin snake, flowing between the sword body.

"Master!" The sword spirit, who had already started to wisely, shouting her excitedly, as if she was happy with her huge changes.

Listening to the voice of the sword spirit, Sang Ying rarely showed a sincere smile: "Fuchuan, congratulations on being able to speak."

"Thank you, Master, for helping me overcome the thunder tribulation!" Fu Chuan's excitement had not yet passed, and he wanted to say a few more words to Sang Ying.

Although it was fortunate to have spiritual wisdom before, it was not considered a real sword spirit.

Now that he was struck by the thunder, he was lucky enough to get the light of merit on Sang Ying's body. He immediately became a serious sword spirit and could still speak.

Fuchuan is so happy!

However, those who were happier than Fuchuan were Sang Ying's friends and fellow disciples.

Almost as soon as the catastrophe clouds dissipated, everyone ran towards Sang Ying in the direction of the rain all over the sky. Among them, Ji Fucang and Fu Shuangjian even relied on their high cultivation level to run ahead of everyone.

Ganlin fell on them like money, but they did not have the skill of their friends to absorb the clean and pure aura in it. There was only one Sang Ying in everyone's eyes.

"Sang Ying!" Fang Chi's voice came from afar.

Sang Ying looked over and saw more than a dozen familiar faces running towards her quickly.

"Senior sister, you finally succeeded in the tribulation." Dong Fuzhu plunged into Sang Ying's arms, and hugged her tightly while crying and refused to let go.

The rest of them surrounded them with a look of gratitude.

Sang Ying touched her junior sister's soft hair, and her voice was extremely gentle: "Be good, stop crying, am I back now?"

Dong Fuzhu didn't say anything, but just carefully hugged her tighter.

Jimo Qing raised his hand and touched his sister's head. Her heart, which had been beating wildly, finally settled down at this moment: "Don't do such a risky thing in the future. Do you almost scare us to death?"

"Yes, junior sister, we don't like to exchange your life for our peace of mind no matter what." Ji Fucang also disagrees.

Dong Fuzhu took a backwards before she hugged her for a long time, and then Fang Chi, whose feet were still a little soft, hugged Sang Ying again with tears in her eyes.

"You bastard!" Fang Chi gritted his teeth and did not let the tears flow out again. "If you really die this time, why would I go back and explain to Senior Sang and the others?"

This was the first time Fang Chi showed his fragility in front of everyone. Sang Ying also touched her head as usual and comforted her softly: "I know I won't die, so I dare to do this."

But Fang Chi would not believe her. When she saw Sang Ying lying on the ground and ignorant of life and death, Fang Chi was almost filled with the word "regret". Fortunately, Sang Ying was fine, otherwise she would probably be immersed in the whole life.

In pain.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but murmur again: "It's good that you're fine."

Yes, fortunately Sang Ying was fine. The others were also sighing in their hearts.

While everyone was talking, Wuji Sect and other disciples who were invited to participate in this Dragon Slaying Society slowly returned to the ruins. They still remember their sect leader.

The elder is still lying here.

The ruins were so large that a group of monks quickly found the people they were looking for.

The injuries suffered by these powerful people are different. Since they are the thunder that eliminates evil deeds, they are naturally the case where no one does evil. Among them, the few people from the Wuji Sect were most injured and now they have no consciousness.

Even if the rain falls on them, it will not work at all.

Although the others have no power to move now, compared with the worst Sect Master Wu, at least their limbs are intact, but their cultivation is much lower than before.

But being able to escape from the hundreds of heavenly thunders and still keep a life is already a blessing for them.

"Master, do we still want to stay?" A disciple in a black robe whispered to their sect leader.

The male cultivator, who was struck by one hand, glanced at Sang Ying in the distance. He was one of the few powerful people who were not knocked out in this thunder tribulation, and naturally he also saw the scene when Sang Ying faced the thunder.

Even for him, a high-level monk, that scene was extremely shocking.

The male cultivator couldn't help but recall his former self. He was also a monk who was determined to follow the right path. When did he start to use this method to improve his cultivation?

"Let's go." The male cultivator finally said, "Go back to the sect. We should avoid getting involved in other people's affairs in the future."

In addition to him, many powerful people chose to leave immediately after they woke up.

They have done a lot of bad things, but now they are seriously injured, and even their cultivation has declined. If the enemy comes to the door at this time, it is not certain whether they can leave alive.

So not long after, only the people from the Wuji Sect were left on the ruins.

Just as they took out their sect leader and elders from the ruins, a fierce shout came from the air:

"Who ruined my Wuji Sect?!"

The author has something to say:

Sorry, I'm not in the state today, I feel that the things I wrote are weird. I'll update two chapters for the time being. I'll take a break and adjust it~


Chapter completed!