After the master's ascension

For the cultivation world, the period of three days is just a snap of the fingers.

The preordained time has finally come, on Chengyang Peak, except for some jumping clowns, the rest are all elite disciples sent by Yao Pavilion.

There are about 300 of them, all of them are well-trained and well-equipped.That is the top battle strength of Yao Pavilion, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary sect disciples.

They are the ultimate goal of Lu Wangyu's actions.

Yao Pavilion, as a hermit organization, its ancestral residence is hard to find, its situation and strength are unknown, and Lu Wangyu is too lazy to entangle with them too much.

He knew that Yao Pavilion would never let him go.At least the so-called chief must want to tear him apart.

That being the case, I invite you to come.

After being chased so many times, it's time for me to invite you to a banquet.

Under Chengyang Peak, it was also full of people.

They were all looking forward to Lu Wangyu's appearance.

But the person they were waiting for had already appeared on the forested mountain path.

Chengyang Peak is famous for its steepness and towering. In the vast and gentle mountains, it is like a sharp knife, piercing the sky.

The name of Chengyang is also because people believe that it is the place closest to the sky and the sun, and the first ray of sunlight in the morning will first fall on its peak.

Lu Wangyu carried a stick wrapped in black silk and walked towards the peak step by step.Like a martyr on a pilgrimage, pious every step of the way.

If it is close to the sky, then let the scorching sun burn all the filth in this world and completely remove it.

Including them, including me.

Suddenly, as a leaf fell, his footsteps stopped abruptly.Under the tree ahead, there was already an acquaintance waiting with a sword in hand.

He was slightly taken aback, a strange look flashed in his eyes, but he still stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

"Mr. Gu, long time no see..."

The person who came was Gu Chen.

After he heard the news of the encirclement and suppression of Fuyundu, he set off from the Xinxin League, but before he arrived at Cangshan, he received the final summons to enforce the contract.

Before deciding to break into the prayer altar, the executive contract sent news to him and Master Tu Fan, and he hoped that they could stop Lu Wangyu and his senior brother.

Then, there was turmoil in the cultivation world.After the battle of Prayer Terrace, Lu Wangyu became notorious.

Gu Chen looked at the stubborn young man in front of him, his heart was inexplicably blocked.

When he was in the Xinxin League, he once told the contract that he disliked parting the most in his life.As a result, the child never had time to say goodbye to him.

But now, he has to watch the other die.

Fate went round and round, but he still presented his least favorite dish.

Gu Chen finally spoke: "Have you thought it through?"

Lu Wangyu raised the corners of his lips slightly, he clenched the things in his hands, and said firmly: "Of course... If Mr. Gu is here to persuade me, please go back."

He looked directly into the eyes of the white-clothed monk, and said seriously, "After all, Mr. Gu must understand why I am like this..."

Gu Chen closed his eyes silently, he remembered what he had done, but he had no reason to persuade him anymore.Covering all the emotions in his eyes, he just sighed softly.

"I don't advise you, be careful in everything."

After the words fell, he raised his sword and walked down the mountain.

Lu Wangyu looked at his back and said goodbye.

He didn't intend to uncover the scar in Gu Chen's heart, but this is the most effective method.

In this regard, Mr. Gu is the same kind of person as he is—losing what he loves, and there is nothing he can do about it.

So, one person went up the mountain and the other went down.

The road they walked was not smooth, full of thorns, and every step was heartbreaking.

But he is coming to an end, how long will Mr. Gu struggle in this sea of ​​suffering?

We have arrived at the top of Chengyang Peak, but today is a long-lost rainy day, with the sun hidden behind dark clouds.Lu Wangyu raised his head, and through the layers of twigs, he could only see the torn clouds.

On Chengyang Peak, there is no sun after all.

He lowered his head, looked at the disciples around who were ready to go, and saw the deep-seated hatred in their eyes, but his mood calmed down inexplicably.

Where there is no sun, it is hell on earth.

My sun has set, and now, neither should yours.

He tore off the black eagle-patterned cloak, but he was wearing silver light armor with cloud-patterned wrist guards.The black silk slipped from his hand, revealing the refined red-tasseled gun, and the sharp tip of the gun flashed a little silver light.

The eyes of the surrounding disciples widened slightly, and their pupils were full of astonishment—there were no spear skills classics in the cultivation world, and martial fights between monks, swords, axes, and halberds were common, but no one ever used them.

Is this Lu Wangyu crazy?

But they only know that Wei Qian's apprentice is proficient in formations and superb swordsmanship, but they don't know that the major general of Dasheng, who has practiced for decades, has touched the red tassel since he was a child... .

In a life-and-death fight, one should use the move he is best at.

Lu Wangyu lightly weighed the pistol in his hand, and he casually rolled up a gun flower, and the tip of the gun glowing with cold light whistled and drew a silver light.

He raised his eyes, pointed the tip of the gun straight ahead, tilted his head and said, "You guys, who will come first?"

The sky was pattering down with rain.More and more black clouds piled up on the knife-like peak.They are gathered layer by layer, so thick that they almost press Chengyang Peak.

And in the middle of the dark cloud, there is an abyss-like vortex, deep in which winds and clouds are surging, lightning flashes and thunder rumbles.

The flickering light of thunder and lightning was covered by a layer of cloud, like a flickering candle in a paper lampshade.

That was the Nine Heavenly Thunder Tribulation that was brewing.

That was the most powerful catastrophe of extermination in the Ascension Thunder Tribulation.Generally, such a punishment from heaven will only appear when a sinful person wants to ascend in delusion.

Lu Wangyu is the one punished by heaven.

But he wanted to fight against the elite disciples of Yao Pavilion under such a thunder disaster.There is no other explanation than death.

As long as the disciples of the Yao Pavilion stand in the way for a moment when he is under the thunder calamity, they don't need to make a move at all, and Lu Wangyu can be completely wiped out by the thunder calamity.

Lu Wangyu, where else can you go now?

Everyone saw that the first thunderbolt crashed down, and the thunder light that was as thick as a bucket fell, and the surrounding trembled, as if the whole earth was split in two.

Can Lu Wangyu still live?

The people at the foot of the peak began to hold the swords in their hands tightly, and their eyes seemed to be lit by the flames of the thunder, and they were full of eagerness to move.

kill him!kill him!kill him!

Finally, the impatient person couldn't wait any longer.He hurriedly took a step up the mountain path.

"If we don't go now, when will we wait! Do we want that person surnamed Lu to stand on top of us!"

It was like a drop of water splashed into boiling hot oil, and the pot exploded immediately, and the echoing roar was much louder than thunder!

But the next moment, everyone's movements stopped.

On the mountain path, a white-clothed monk came slowly in the rain and fog.He walked down the stone steps quietly, like a character walking out of a landscape painting, with the Qingxue sword in his hand reflecting the last trace of silver light.

"Gu Chen... what are you doing here?" Someone recognized him and asked loudly.

The white-clothed monk didn't stop walking, he raised his hand lightly, and a very thin silver thread came out from his sleeve.

It flew behind its master, as if it was intelligent, forming a colorless and invisible barrier layer by layer in the air.

It was a sleepy formation adapted from the gilded rope formation in Chaoyunfang.

Gu Chen finally stopped in front of the rope formation.

Behind him was the black cloud pressing down on the peak, and the nine thunderbolts that destroyed the world, but he stopped quietly without rushing.

He raised his eyes slightly, and his voice was neither high nor low, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present: "Being entrusted by others is a matter of loyalty."

"By the way, just take care of his junior for the old man."

At the same time, in the Buddha Heart Temple thousands of miles away.

The illusion is like an old and withered mural, shattered and peeled off inch by inch.The black wooden pen hanging in the air trembled, and finally made a soft cracking sound.

The black wooden pen fell straight to the ground and broke in two.

The old man sitting on the ground finally couldn't bear it any longer, he spat out a mouthful of blood.Immediately, there was a heart-piercing cough.

Nanke's illusion was broken by Wushu, and Nanke's pen couldn't bear it...

The young monk who was out of trouble didn't look at the old man again. He clasped his hands together, held the rattling nine-ringed Buddhist staff, and walked straight out.

"Master Tu Fan, why do you stop me again?"

Even if you can't stop it, you have to stop it.

Determination flashed in the old man's eyes, and his trembling hand revived the broken black wooden pen on the ground.

In an instant, Tu Fan's half-white beard and hair were covered with frost.

He actually spent his whole life in repairing the Nanke brush and redoing the Nanke illusion.

A dream in Nanke is a dream for a thousand years.

Hope, that's all I can do...

Lei Jie fell one by one, but the scene everyone imagined did not appear... Lu Wangyu was still standing on the field.

The nine-fold lightning calamity that shook the world took away the lives of everyone in Yao Pavilion time and time again.

Chengyang Peak had already been arranged as his main battlefield.

He laid out the lightning-guiding talisman in it, laid out the spiritual energy transformation formation, and then arranged countless lore formations.

I can't kill you, so let this destructive power kill you for me.

Near the sky, the scorching sun should burn all the filth in this world, including me and you.

Those array diagrams in Rong Sheng's mansion are definitely not vegetarian.

When Lu Wangyu went up to Chengyang Peak, he felt that he hadn't thought about how to go down.The people from the Yao Pavilion will definitely come, and what he needs to do is to send them all to hell without leaving the ground.

After the eighth lightning calamity, his vision was already blurred, and blood was dripping from his forehead.

He couldn't stand anymore, but leaned on the silver gun with difficulty, quietly waiting for the last nine-fold thunder.

He still overestimated the group of trash, killed half of them with his hands, and wiped out half of the array triggered by the sky thunder, leaving none left.

The ninth thunder is the final judgment, his own judgment.

He was worried that he wouldn't be able to finish killing this group of people, so he placed the final array under the tree in the middle.

That is a lore extermination spirit array, it will trigger the last thunder power, completely destroy the entire Chengyang Peak, no one can escape.

These days, he has been accumulating killing intent and killing evil, but he just wants to take advantage of the nine-fold lightning calamity to wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop, and finally, completely destroy himself.

Now, he is finally free...

"Brother..." Suddenly, a familiar voice came from his ear.

He turned his gaze over, but saw a familiar figure at the lightning-inducing array.

His little junior, dressed in white with arrow sleeves, was clean, not at all covered in blood like he remembered, and fell quietly in a pool of blood in the prayer altar.

He just stood there quietly, with a familiar gentle smile in his eyes.

Lu Wangyu also laughed. He knew that this was a phantom before he died, but he also put down his silver gun and staggered over.

He heard the smile in Zhiyue's eyes, and said softly: "Congratulations, senior brother, the way has been certified, and the way will be open in the future, and everything will be worry-free."

Sure enough, this is what the executive will say.

Lu Wangyu wanted to make a joke, you see, what kind of ascent do I do.But his throat was full of blood, and the wound on his body was in pain like tearing.

He didn't have the strength to say anything else, so he could only bend his eyebrows and use his last strength to comfort him.

"Executing the contract, don't be afraid, I'm here to accompany you..."

The last silver light thunder crashed down, and the sky turned white.The pattering raindrops seemed to be choked up for a moment, and then they poured down like a waterfall.

At the last moment of life and death, Lu Wangyu finally embraced his obsession.

In the ninth year of 330 in the Shengli calendar, autumn has not yet arrived.

Jiang An entered the Sword Tomb, Wei Zhi made an appointment to sprinkle blood on the spirit altar, Gu Chen was exhausted and imprisoned, Tu Fan was seriously injured.

Lu Wangyu died in Chengyang Peak, Zhan Yao Pavilion, and disappeared.