My brother is so stable

Li Changshou and Lan Ling'e were both sweating, and when they saw their master holding on for a moment and then being pressed to the ground by Lei Zhu, Lan Ling'e tightly closed her eyes and didn't dare to look any further.

It wasn't until the sound of the discharge disappeared that Lan Ling'e heard that her senior brother was relieved, so she dared to open her eyes and look.

The old man Qi Yuan sat up in the shallow hole in the ground in a state of embarrassment, turned his head to the side and vomited blood, raised his head, took a few pills, and stood up again.

His own mana is still quite full, and a faint ray of fairy light is hovering around his body.

This second thunderbolt can be regarded as being carried down.

Li Changshou stopped writing, tucked his left hand into his sleeve, and held down a paper figurine and a pill.

Judging by Master's appearance, he still has to endure the third catastrophe, but he will definitely not be able to resist the fourth;

If the master was paralyzed by the third lightning strike and could not move, then he would give the master Sai Rong the elixir in time.

Bigger thunder-bans gathered in the calamity cloud, Qi Yuan gritted his teeth and stood up, quickly forming seals with both hands, and arranged layer after layer of mana barriers in front of him.

But, useless.

This time, there was a roar first, as if there were thousands of troops and horses galloping in the robbery cloud, a thunderbolt thick as a millstone fell down with a murderous aura, almost instantly crushing the many barriers Qi Yuan had set up, and pushing Qi Yuan into a shallow pit During, a burst of crazy output...

Facing the gust of wind, Lan Ling'e couldn't help shouting: "Master!"

But her shout was quickly swallowed by the wind.

Qi Yuan barely survived the third catastrophe...

It is helpless to say that the quantity and quality of Heavenly Tribulation are determined according to his aptitude when he started to practice Taoism; later, because of damage to the Dao Foundation, Qi Yuan could not achieve his due strength at the ninth level of Dao Returning Realm '.

Therefore, Qi Yuan was so embarrassed in the face of the catastrophe, and he could barely survive the third way.

Lei Jie blasted out a big hole in the ground, Qi Yuan was lying on the bottom of the hole, relying on the last mouthful of mana, his figure slowly floated up, standing under the sky, looking up at the more terrifying, more terrifying Big Ray-Ban...

His whole body was dripping with blood, but his eyes were still determined!

Destiny, destiny is so unfair!

But Pindao has no complaints against you, the avenue rotates, the world is in order, everything is the fate of the Pindao, so what if the Pindao dies!

But, only one point!

They must not lie on the ground and die in embarrassment, with the disciples watching from the sidelines, even if their master is useless, even if their master cannot give them the protection that Biefeng disciples can have!

That poor man will die standing up!

You must also have the spirit of a human spirit refiner!

I also want to earn some face for Changshou and Ling'e, and let them know that my master does not lack this firm heart to go to the Tao!

What's more, I still have the precious medicine that my apprentice has prepared so hard to survive a catastrophe!

The old man Qi Yuan took out the brocade box, took out the elixir inside, stuffed it into his mouth without any hesitation, and swallowed it with his head up.

Come on, God!

Even though Pindao knew that this was a futile struggle, Pindao still had to fight to see the last thunderstorm!

It shouldn't be too embarrassing to die under the last lightning calamity...

Within Thunder Banner, the power of Heavenly Tribulation is frantically gathering, and the fourth Heavenly Tribulation is about to fall!

"what"

The old Taoist Qi Yuan raised his head and roared angrily, his beard and hair were all stretched out, and his whole body was as if!

"cough!"

The old man suddenly bowed his head and coughed, spouting a mouthful of blood, then looked down at himself in astonishment, and streaks of blood appeared all over his body.

Here, what's the situation?

How did you start to melt away?

Master Taiqing, what's going on?

What did this scoundrel feed the poor... what...

Above the head, the crazily surging Thunder Ban suddenly misfired, and Jie Yun also stopped spinning.

This cataclysm was like a mortal middle-aged man who had placed high hopes on himself and wanted to show off in front of his lover, but suddenly realized that he was overworked, and suddenly there was no follow-up...

At the last moment, Qi Yuan turned his head to look at his senior disciple who was smiling;

This old-fashioned consciousness was quickly dissolved, and he was like a snowman falling into the furnace, melting instantly!

The soul, body, and even clothes all turned into that puddle of 'blood water', floating in the air...

Jieyun trembled, and turned into strands of pure spiritual energy, scattered and elegant, and strands of sunlight shone on Little Qiong Peak.

The people watching the ceremony all looked puzzled, staring blankly at the place where Qi Yuan melted, staring at the pool of blood.

Suddenly, a cloud of turbid air gushed out from the ground, and three-color fairy lights fell from the clouds, all of which were poured into the bloody water.

From nowhere came the sound of silk, bamboo and string music, which was beautiful and pleasant to hear.

The pure and turbid air began to gather slowly, and the pool of blood slowly took on the outline of a human figure;

Then there was a crackling sound, and the old Taoist figure of Qi Yuan appeared in the air again, even the clothes that were torn into tatters by the thunder were still on his body...

The blood light subsided, petals fluttered around the old Taoist body, a turbid auspicious cloud was stepped on under his feet, and a lotus flower bloomed faintly above his head, and the lotus flower melted into his body.

Opening his mouth, Qi Yuan exhaled a breath of fresh air, and the breath began to rise slowly all over his body.

It's really shabby to become a fairy like this.

The old Taoist Qi Yuan had already understood something at this time, turned around and looked at Li Changshou, his eyes were full of helplessness, but a little tear flashed.

Don't mention the word master and apprentice for now.

Qi Yuan looked complicated, and made a salute to Li Changshou;

Li Changshou hastily put away the bamboo slips, carving knives, paper figurines, and elixirs, saluted his master, and dared not get up for a long time.

There was also a burst of noisy discussions in the wind...

"It's Bing Jie! Bing Jie Hua Zhuo Xian!"

"That turned out to be Rongxian Pill! There is still someone who can refine this elixir?"