It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Jun Moxiao said calmly: "What do you think?"

"Let her go. I will take her back and discipline her."

"can."

Fuzhi felt relieved, but she heard the Heavenly Saint God continue: "I still say that, she must have experienced all the hardships that my disciple has gone through."

Fuzhi stiffened her body and huddled in Emperor Zhaohua's arms like a quail, not daring to say a single word.

Lan Qingya checked her Nascent Soul, which was much more stable than before.

It seems that Master and her divine powers have something in common.

It's almost like...

Close relatives connected by blood.

Lan Qingya was shocked by her own thoughts.

No way, she doesn't want to get an ethical script.

While absorbing the divine power that Jun Moxiao had passed through, she raised her hand, grasped his arm, and shook her head at him.

Her spiritual voice echoed in my mind.

【Master, good and evil will be rewarded in the end. 】

[There's plenty of time to settle the accounts between Fuzhi and me. ]

[Today is the great day when the Heavenly Saint returns to his throne. It is not appropriate to cause trouble because of such a small matter. There will be many opportunities to collect debts.]

Jun Moxiao did not reply, but his dark eyes became even colder.

【Master...】

Lan Qingya called again in a soft voice.

More importantly, she simply doesn't have the energy to collect debts now.

At this time, the sky was covered with calamity clouds, and the gods began to whisper to each other again.

Today, the Ninth Heaven caught up with the big excitement.

Who is going to survive this tribulation again?

Lan Qingya sighed.

The humble one is exactly me.

Ji Wushang was right. She had absorbed a vast amount of merit and was now about to face the thunder tribulation that would allow her to become a god again.

She was mentally prepared, but she didn't know whether her rotten Yuanying, which seemed like a piece of paper, could withstand it.

She intended to postpone the calamity for some time before facing it, but the power of merit this time was too great, and the calamity clouds above her head did not accommodate her and dissipated.

Everyone who knew her looked worried.

Lan Qingya could only comfort them and herself.

"It'll be fine."

As she spoke, she flew up into the air and faced the calamity under the gaze of many gods.

The first thirty-three were fine, without any danger.

The Nascent Soul that her master repaired for her barely managed to maintain stability.

Thirty-three heavenly thunders struck from the middle, and Lan Qingya's Nascent Soul split again. The gap continued to expand, and there were signs of irreparable collapse. After the thunder strike, the little man in the Dantian was already shaky.

There are still thirty-three thunder tribulations.

Lan Qingya felt that her Nascent Soul was about to explode at any moment and she could not hold on any longer.

But now she was in the center of the thunder tribulation and had no say in it.

The road is ruthless.

You have to hold on even if you can't.

Click!

At this moment, her body was suffering from the impact of the leakage of divine power and the powerful blow of thunder.

Double critical strike, every blue and white lightning is a test of life and death for her.

She used all the treasures, spiritual weapons and even immortal weapons she had refined in the mortal world to resist the thunder tribulation.

She never thought that there would be a day when she would have to rely on external things to survive.

Even so, her Nascent Soul was still slowly and steadily collapsing.

The magic tools are sold out, and the talismans and magical treasures are also used up.

All the family wealth accumulated over the years was used to resist this thunder disaster.

After thirty-one thunder tribulations, the Nascent Soul finally couldn't bear it anymore and it trembled and tore apart in the Dantian.

Lan Qingya was shaking violently, and her entire body collapsed as her Nascent Soul collapsed.

Is it going to fail?

Gong Yijue, Ji Wushang, Ying Zhao, Fu Feng, Bai Churan and Xu Xianyuan below were all horrified.

Only Jun Moxiao was able to remain stable.

The cold aura around him was even more chilling, and he stared closely at the figure in the air.

He came to help her block the last two thunder tribulations.

Just as he was about to take action, Lan Qingya seemed to have a telepathic connection with him. She lowered her head to look at Jun Moxiao and shook her head slightly at him.

Jun Moxiao's expression was stern. It was already this time, and she was still trying to be stubborn?

There was seriousness and determination in her eyes, and she didn't look like she was trying to be brave.

He gritted his teeth.

Tell yourself to believe her.

Lan Qingya discovered the hidden secret in her collapsed Nascent Soul.

She decided to take a chance with her life.

At this time, you cannot rely on the protection of your master, you can only rely on yourself.

After signaling to Jun Moxiao, she took a deep breath, endured the discomfort in her body, and instead of retreating, she advanced to meet the thunder tribulation.

boom!

Her body was instantly shattered into pieces by the attack of this thunder.

The minced meat and blood vaporized in an instant.

There were already low murmurs of regret all around.

Success is a failure.

God is jealous of talents.

She doesn't have as good luck as Jun Moxiao.

Such remarks were buzzing.

Only Fuzhi, who was hiding in Emperor Zhaohua's arms, had a look of joy and excitement in her eyes.

That’s great! Evil will be punished, Lan Qingya should have died long ago.

No one can stop her love with the Holy God anymore.

She was just feeling happy when she saw Tang Jiao's disgusted and hateful look.

Fuzhi: ...

Another one protecting that bitch, what right does she have?

However, the more people protected her, the more relieved Fuzhi felt when she saw her die.

The people on the ground who were friends with Lan Qingya had not yet accepted this fact, before they saw that the divine power that had been scattered due to the collapse of the physical body was suddenly wrapped up by some kind of force and slowly gathered together.

It was divine power similar to that of a Heavenly Saint God, pure and without a trace of impurities, and carrying with it supreme respect and majesty that could not be challenged.

The divine power formed a barrier, gathering the overflowing and scattered energy together, and slowly condensed into a graceful figure in the dazzling light.

The figure had not yet completely solidified into a physical body when something unexpected happened.

The last thunderbolt suddenly fell without any warning, and if it hit Lan Qingya, it would completely split her into pieces.

In an instant, Jun Moxiao disappeared from the spot and appeared above Lan Qingya, holding up a shield for her with his body as the center.

The divine thunder struck Jun Moxiao, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

There was an uproar below.

"Did the Heavenly Saint God help her block the thunder tribulation?"

"It seems that the two of them have a deep bond."

"If the thunder tribulation is blocked by someone else, the intensity that person will endure will be more than ten times that of the original owner."

"The Heavenly Saint God was seriously injured this time."

"It's a bit miserable that I'm dragged down by my apprentice just after returning to my position."

"They have such a good master-disciple relationship, then Fuzhi..."

The speaker suddenly stopped talking halfway because he felt a sinister gaze.

The man's voice faded away.

Jun Moxiao endured this thunder tribulation, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and looked at Emperor Zhaohua with cold eyes.

The gentle Emperor Zhaohua seemed not to mind his suspicious look and smiled kindly: "Brother, you have a deep misunderstanding of me."

Lan Qingya's figure has gradually become clear, and her plain black robe is wrapping around her reshaped Dharma body.

In mid-air, Lan Qingya also enjoyed the treatment that the Heavenly Saint God had just returned to.

Colorful clouds float in the sky, divine birds express congratulations, and fairy music lingers in the air.

She opened her eyes and supported Jun Moxiao.

"Master, I am guilty of hurting you." She said in a low voice with her head lowered.

His tone was full of self-blame.

Jun Moxiao chuckled and raised his hand to touch her head: "I'm glad you're okay."

I can talk more about it when I get back.

The calamity clouds had dispersed, and large golden characters appeared in the sky.

Zhenren Taiyuan Mingya Miaoqing.