the last traverser

"Heh...heh...heh..." The old doors and windows let out low hoarse groans, and under the ravages of the autumn wind, they seemed to be about to fall from their original positions. There were only some small glowing stones in the house that exuded a dim light. The mottled walls, dilapidated tables and chairs can be seen faintly.

"Is this right here?" The powerful momentum pressed towards the coachman, showing how dissatisfied he was with the place the coachman brought them to.

"My lord, please don't worry, follow me down." The face of the coachman walking in front was completely covered by darkness, only his eyes revealed a strange light, the coachman was not oppressed by Sikong Jinglian's aura, Very calm answer.

It's really strange, why did the coachman behave so strangely today?Doubt flashed across Sikong Jinglian's eyes, did something happen to the coachman?Secretly guessing, Sikong Jinglian was interested in the strange behavior of the coachman.

"Then you continue to lead the way." Sikong Jinglian said to the coachman in a natural tone with a calm expression without trying to startle him.

Wen Ya, who silently followed behind, glanced at the coachman, and became even more sure that there was something wrong with the coachman. She didn't expose the fact that the coachman had a problem. Wen Ya planned to see what the coachman wanted to do.

"Tatatatata..." Following behind the coachman, Sikong Jinglian and Wen Ya walked up the somewhat dilapidated stairs. Just as they stepped on the stairs, the stairway that had not been used for a long time exuded a rotten aura. Walking on it, The echoes of the stairs made people worry that the stairs would suddenly collapse.

"Here we are." The coachman finally turned around, with an unknown smile on his face, pushed open the front door blocking the three of them, and said to Sikong Jinglian and Wenya.

Along with the door being pushed open, Sikong Jinglian and Wen Ya saw the situation inside the room——

The second floor is not dilapidated as imagined. To the surprise of Sikong Jinglian and Wen Ya, the second floor looks very luxurious. The hall on the second floor is decorated with various precious decorations. The huge spar, the size of the spar can even catch up with those used exclusively by the royal family, Sikong Jinglian couldn't help being a little surprised.

He and Wen Ya looked at each other, and the doubts in their eyes became more and more serious. Why is there such a big difference between the second floor and the first floor?

Following behind the coachman, Sikong Jinglian and Wen Ya came to the resting place tonight——

"Master, the room has been cleaned, you can rest in peace." The driver brought Sikong Jinglian and Wen Ya into a very spacious room, helped them open the door of the room, and said calmly.

"Go down!" Although he suspected that there was something wrong with the coachman, after all, the coachman did not do anything sorry for himself, so Sikong Jinglian did not expose the coachman. After all, there is still a need for a driver to get from here to the poisonous swamp, as long as the coachman is not right. As long as I and Ya'er have other intentions.

"Yes." The coachman didn't say anything, and quickly disappeared in front of Sikong Jinglian and Wen Ya.

"Ya'er, let's rest first!" Sikong Jinglian looked at Wen Ya dotingly, worried that Wen Ya would be tired, so she let Wen Ya rest first.

"it is good."

Lying on the big soft bed, Wen Ya closed her eyes, and her strength was sealed, so Wen Ya who didn't need to sleep in the first place also felt tired.

Sikong Jinglian took out the information she just got today, and analyzed the current situation in the mainland. This is a habit Sikong Jinglian has developed since she became the throne, and she has to study it every day before going to bed.

In an inconspicuous corner, a puff of smoke gradually rose, moving towards Wen Ya who was sleeping, and slowly, that puff of smoke wrapped around Wen Ya——

23 世纪

"Master, are you really going to cross the tribulation?

The bitter mountain wind whizzed past, and on the top of the weedy mountain, anxious voices echoed on the mountain. A young man in white was looking worriedly at the middle-aged man standing on the edge of the cliff.

"Ya'er, master is going to cross the catastrophe!" The middle-aged man's voice was like a clear spring, flowing slowly.

"Master, are you sure?" The white-clothed young man's eyes were full of worry. This time, the master is about to cross the catastrophe!The power of the catastrophe is not something that ordinary people can resist. There are very few cultivators who can survive the catastrophe. Can the master succeed this time?

"Ya'er, don't worry, isn't it just a catastrophe? The master will definitely be able to get through it." The middle-aged man turned around, with a pair of pure jewel-like eyes on his ordinary face, staring at him closely. Boy, after a long time, the middle-aged man opened his mouth quietly.

The sky was getting gloomy, and countless dark clouds hung over the middle-aged man's head. The middle-aged man had a gloomy face, looking at the dark clouds gathered in the sky, with a serious expression.

"Ya'er, stay away from the master." The man said seriously...

Just after the white-clothed boy left the middle-aged man, the dark clouds all over the sky shrank suddenly, and gradually, a whirlpool-shaped robbery cloud formed above the middle-aged man's head, and a breath that seemed to come from the ancient times came from the robbery cloud It radiated out, and the other creatures on the top of the mountain were too scared to move under this kind of coercion.

"peel"

Countless lightnings gradually condensed around Jieyun, and the swirling Jieyun seemed to be a little smaller, but no one dared to doubt his power.

Time passed by every minute and every second. The young man in white who was far away from the middle-aged man was holding onto a tree tightly. His delicate face was full of worry, and he looked at Jieyun who was in the middle of the tree without blinking. The middle-aged man below, the boy did not say a word.

The robbery cloud in the sky seemed to have reached the final stage of brewing, and the entire robbery cloud became the size of a millstone...

"boom

A tribulation thunder struck down from the air, and the middle-aged man waved his sleeve, and the seemingly ferocious tribulation thunder was dismissed lightly.

"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

When the fourth tribulation thunder struck, the face of the middle-aged man became much paler, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of the man's mouth.

Fifth, sixth, seventh, the middle-aged man's injuries are getting worse and worse, but the man's eyes are still firm as he looks at Jieyun. The wound overflowed.

"boom

The eighth thunderbolt struck, and the middle-aged man raised the flying sword in his hand high, "The middle-aged man, who had already lost his strength, fell to the ground fiercely, and a mouthful of blood flowed from the man's body as if he didn't want money." Mouth overflowing.

It was the ninth tribulation thunder. He watched his master fall to the ground with injuries from a distance. The young man silently counted the number of calamity thunders that had passed. Master, you must be safe, the young man said silently in his heart.

"boom"

Powerlessly watching the ninth tribulation thunder hit him, a relieved smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged man, is it finally over?

The tribulation thunder hit the middle-aged man fiercely, and the middle-aged man's body was like foam, turning into endless dust, floating between the sky and the earth.

"Master..." the young man cried out in despair, but his master could no longer hear him.