The Decent Fairies Won't Let Me Go

"Then you have to watch carefully this time. After all, Changqing's tribulation this time may be an opportunity for you to understand advanced spells."

Su Qianye's voice fell.

Around the two of them, a sudden gust of wind blew up.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by the sound of thunder, a violent thunder pierced through the darkness of the Hundred Thousand Mountains and struck down toward the center of the Valley of Death.

Not long after, the terrifying aftermath of the catastrophe began to strike from a distance.

Seeing this, Shuiyue not far away stopped comprehending the rules of death qi, and supported a huge water aura shield with one hand.

Shuiyue's protective cover easily blocked the aftermath from the outside.

Song Yan, who was squatting underground to build the magic circle, raised his head and asked, "Do you need help?"

"No need." Shuiyue replied: "It's just the aftermath of the cultivator's catastrophe, and it won't cause any serious problems. Now you just need to draw all the dead energy loopholes in the Valley of Death that you just explored into the formation Just above."

"it is good."

Song Yan nodded. It was rare for him to start drawing the magic circle without talking nonsense.

Shuiyue glanced at Jieyun in the sky.

Then, just when she wanted to continue to understand the loopholes related to death qi, she suddenly frowned, and whispered softly: "Strange, why do I always feel that there is something wrong with this catastrophe..."

With doubts in her heart, Shuiyue shook her head after thinking for a while but couldn't get any results.

Instead, through Song Yan's perceived loopholes in the Valley of Death, he began to operate his own aura, and carefully began to perfect the formation under his feet.

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the other side.

Changqing, who had survived the first thunder calamity, slowly opened her eyes and retracted the magic barrier above her head.

Song Miao's voice came to Changqing's ears after she opened her eyes.

"What you just faced was just the first thunder tribulation. In the next long period of time, as long as you survive the baptism of the remaining 71 thunder tribulations, you can get the feedback from the world and be promoted to the fourth stage The realm of the spirit."

"I know."

After Changqing responded softly, she closed her eyes again, and began to wait for the baptism of the next catastrophe.

Ascending the way of immortality, three catastrophes.

In every catastrophe, there are 72 thunder catastrophes.

And only those who have survived the 72 thunder tribulations can enter another brand-new field in the path of ascension to immortality-the middle-level field of the fourth to sixth spiritual stages!

It is worth mentioning that the intensity of the catastrophe is not static.

During the execution of the Heavenly Tribulation, the strength of the thundercloud will change with the strength of the robber.

To put it simply, the strength and potential of the robbers directly determine the strength of Leiyun.

Of course, this does not mean that the thunderclouds faced by the weak will be weak, but the thunderclouds faced by the strong will definitely be very strong.

As for how Leiyun changes, it all depends on Leiyun's mood.

After all, this kind of thing depends on the face!

But if possible, Song Miao does not hope that Changqing's catastrophe will change this time.

After all, in her opinion, Changqing's crossing the catastrophe is already very close at this moment. If Leiyun becomes stronger, it is conceivable that Changqing will definitely be better than death...

However, things are impermanent.

Just after Changqing survived the seven thunder tribulations in an understatement.

The thunderclouds above the sky began to change dramatically at a speed visible to the naked eye!

I saw that there were more and more thunderclouds above the sky.

Every thundercloud is filled with an incomparably terrifying aura.

Gusts of wind blew up all around, and the torrential rain also hit the ground.

At this moment.

What appeared in front of Song Miao was a terrifying scene that seemed to destroy the world!

Faced with this sudden change.

Feeling the faint pressure coming from the sky, Song Miao widened her eyes, which were filled with inconceivable expressions.

"This... is this Zixiao Leiyun?!"

"No...impossible, the little sister is only in the third stage of the spirit, how could she encounter such a level of catastrophe?!"

What Song Miao didn't want to see the last thing happened after all.

After the Thunder Tribulation in the seventh round.

The thundercloud above Changqing gradually changed significantly, becoming extremely dense and terrifying.

Looking at this kind of thundercloud that made him feel a little bit of pressure, Song Miao asked Changqing who had her eyes closed in the distance:

"Little sister, do you need to stop?!"

however.

Facing Song Miao's question, Changqing did not send out any response.

As if she hadn't heard what Song Miao said at all, she was still facing the coming new round of catastrophe.

Seeing this scene, Song Miao sighed.

She knew that it was probably impossible for Changqing to stop halfway, so she had no choice but to take a step back and keep a safe position with Changqing.

"Boom~"

At this moment, accompanied by a loud noise, a new round of thunderclouds was brewing.

Immediately afterwards, the eighth round of thunder tribulation pierced through the death energy of the Valley of Death, and directly struck where Changqing was.

At the critical moment, Changqing opened her eyes.

Then, another barrier formed by a spell appeared above her head, and protected her from the thunder disaster that fell from the sky.

At this moment, Changqing appeared to be calm and unhurried.

But if you look closely, you can clearly find that there is a drop of cold sweat on Changqing's forehead at this time.

As the eighth round of thunder tribulation passed, Changqing retracted the magic barrier again.

Then she began to adjust her breath, preparing for the next round of thunder tribulation.

Soon, the ninth thunder tribulation fell.

Changqing propped up a barrier to block it.

Afterwards, the tenth round of Lei Jieye began to brew.

And then, the No.11 round of Thunder Tribulation...

No. 12 rounds!

No. 13 rounds!

……

Gradually, the No. 20 seven rounds of thunder tribulation also struck Changqing's body with unrivaled momentum.

After successfully resisting 27 rounds of thunder disasters, Changqing's forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and even the dress on her body began to show a little damage.

At the same time, a trace of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

"This……"

Seeing Changqing's miserable appearance, Song Miao murmured in her heart: "No, I can't let the little sister continue, or there will be big problems!"

Song Miao knew without thinking that it was impossible for Changqing to persevere no matter what.

After all, only half of the catastrophe has not yet arrived, and Changqing's aura has already begun to appear chaotic...

It is conceivable that under such circumstances, Changqing is absolutely unable to survive the baptism of the catastrophe.

Thinking this way in her heart, Song Miao gathered the spiritual energy in her hands, just when she was about to use a formula to forcibly disperse the thunder clouds.

At this moment, Song Miao felt that there seemed to be some kind of strange power in the dark, restricting her ongoing actions.

This sudden and strange restriction made it impossible for Song Miao to fully use the spell to disperse the thundercloud no matter what.

After trying again with no results, Song Miao thought helplessly, "Sure enough, I can't dispel this level of catastrophe..."

Thinking of this, Song Miao couldn't help stamping her feet, feeling extremely depressed.

"It's so annoying, if I knew it would become like this, I shouldn't have promised my little sister!"

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at the same time.

Beyond the valley of death.

Looking at the increasingly terrifying catastrophe in the sky, Su Qianye suddenly asked Qian Ling beside him:

"Little Qianling, if you are allowed to come, how long can you hold on to the calamity that Changqing is facing?"

"How long can it last?" Qian Ling thought for a while, and said slowly: "Let me see, if I face Zixiao Leiyun...if I come, I can probably last until No.30 six rounds."

"How is it possible... even an existence like you can only last until 36 rounds?" Su Qianye was slightly surprised when he heard this.

This is impossible.

Although my wife is no longer the child of luck.

But in terms of talent and talent, she is definitely not much weaker than Changqing.

Unexpectedly, such an excellent little baby like him would not be able to completely survive the catastrophe in front of him.

Facing Su Qianye's doubts, Qian Ling glared at Su Qianye and asked, "How long can you hold on, husband?"

After hearing Qian Ling's question.

Su Qianye teased with a playful face: "How long can I last, don't you know little Qianling?"