Empress: Tears burst!Are you the reincarnated child of destiny?

"Leng Lang, this..." Zhao Wanru couldn't help showing a look of horror.

You know, in the current Sisheng Continent, the aura is extremely scarce.

But the power of crossing the tribulation in the fairyland has not diminished in the slightest.

They have all crossed the catastrophe to the fairyland, and they know that this time the catastrophe is terrible.

In the past, many strong men who reached the peak of the Great Saint Realm disappeared in the Tribulation of the Immortal Realm.

In fact, when they were discussing, they guessed that there is such a shortage of spiritual power on the mainland.

Even they can't maintain the breath of the strong in the fairyland.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be too difficult to cross the Tribulation Immortal Realm, maybe it's just meaningless.

However, seeing this scene, they instantly understood.

In fact, crossing the catastrophe in the fairyland has nothing to do with the spiritual power of the surrounding environment.

Even, it's the same as before.

If this was in their time, it would be more than 20 years ago.

The aura on the mainland is even better than it is now.

They can rely on the spiritual power around them to fight against the robbery.

Even if you can't beat it, you can use your spiritual power to restore your body, and it's not a problem to bear it hard.

Su Xiaomo's surviving the tribulation this time is different from them. If she wants to get through, she must use the spiritual power in her body to fight against it.

Once all these spiritual powers are exhausted, the final thing to face is a dead end.

Even, maybe before that time, Su Xiaomo will not be able to maintain the peak state of the Great Saint Realm because of the spiritual power in his body.

And like Leng Ruolin and others, they fell directly into the middle or early stages of the Great Saint Realm.

That will directly fall.

At this time, Zhao Wanru's complexion was extremely ugly.

Her hand tightly grasped Leng Ruolin's arm.

The body is also trembling slightly.

The monks around them are actually the same.

Because now, Su Xiaomo is their last and only hope.

If you dissipate in the tribulation of this fairyland today.

They are afraid that there will be no future.

However, when Su Xiaomo was crossing the tribulation, in the room not far away, Leng Yuan's eyes were also unusually firm.

He took out a pen and paper from the table in the house, and walked outside.

Seeing the scene of dark clouds in the sky, his face became extremely embarrassed.

"boom."

"Crack."

The sound of thunder is accompanied by lightning, and even tens of thousands of miles away, such a sound of thunder and calamity can still be heard.

The monks who have practiced can even see the robbery cloud at this time.

Leng Yuan stood on the top of the mountain not far from them, watching Su Xiaomo cross the catastrophe.

He looked at it for a while, and his hands couldn't help shaking.

Afterwards, he sat directly on the top of the mountain. Unlike before, he brought a small table out this time.

The paper was spread flat on the table, and the pen was also in his hand, and it began to fly.

Because the current time is close to Zi Shi, his paintings also look a little gloomy.

According to the situation of Su Xiaomo crossing the catastrophe, Leng Yuan finished the painting soon.

Then, his pen landed on the dark cloud above Su Xiaomo's head.

Yes, he is going to draw a thunder catastrophe for Su Xiaomo.

When he drew things casually before, he didn't have such a hard time.

But now, even if he is writing, it seems that he is struggling.

Even his hands were trembling slightly.

After one stroke, I saw that he could no longer paint with one hand.

The left hand is also held on top of the right hand.

Just at this time.

Su Xiaomo looked at the thunder above his head, and his face was extremely serious.

These thunder tribulations, falling one after another, had consumed almost half of the spiritual power in her body.

In itself, the current environment lacks spiritual power, and it even makes her a little breathless.

What worried her even more happened.

Because at this time, the spiritual power in her body was already a little unable to maintain the state, almost showing signs of falling.

As long as her realm falls, then what awaits her must be death.

Zhao Wanru hugged Leng Ruolin directly, she didn't dare to continue watching.

Looking at it, her heart will be broken.

The faces of the surrounding monks were also extremely ugly.

"Crack." A sound.

Just as they prepare for the worst.

A black and purple lightning flashed down instantly.

It was about to hit Su Xiaomo.

Lightning turned a corner in an instant, and struck towards Leng Ruolin.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Leng Ruolin directly pushed Zhao Wanru aside, and also dodged towards a place where there was no one.

All the monks, seeing this scene, their hearts were going cold, and Zhao Wanru couldn't help crying.

They are now extremely desperate.

Just when Leng Ruolin closed his eyes, ready to meet the purple lightning.

The lightning instantly disappeared into the air.

Leng Ruolin slowly opened his eyes and looked at his body. He did not wait for the most terrifying thing.

Not only that, even the dark cloud above Su Xiaomo's head dissipated at this moment.

This made everyone feel a little unbelievable for an instant.

After a while, following the sound of Zhao Wanru weeping with joy, everyone came to their senses.

"Great, Xiao Mo really succeeded in crossing the tribulation, that's great Leng Lang, woo woo woo, it's great that you're fine."

"By the way, normally speaking, the thunder calamity should not disappear so quickly. What is the reason?"

"Don't think about it, it's good now, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's hard to say, this Thunder Tribulation and the surrounding spiritual energy environment interact with each other, and the lack of spiritual power finally caused the Thunder Tribulation to be unable to sustain it."

We discussed with each other for a while.

Forget about the sudden disappearance of Lei Jie just now.

Because in their hearts, as long as Su Xiaomo can survive the thunder disaster safely, they will be happier than anything else.

This is what they most expect.

While they were celebrating, a white figure on the mountain had an abnormally pale face.

He also spat out a mouthful of blood.

The disappearance of the thunder calamity just now was actually Leng Yuan's arm.

He put a few strokes on the painting, and then the thunder disaster disappeared.

If it wasn't for his help, it is estimated that Su Xiaomo's thunder disaster this time would be very difficult.

"It's great, Xiaomo survived the thunder disaster."

"puff."

A mouthful of blood was spat out again.

He didn't think there was any problem with his current poor health.

As long as Su Xiaomo is safe and sound, as long as I can help her, that is the best thing.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then packed his things and walked towards the city.

He has to return home quickly before everyone comes back, otherwise it will be too late if someone finds out...