Dressed as a cannon fodder

Dark clouds gathered in the sky over Nanzhou, and it seemed that something was brewing, layer upon layer, and dark thunder loomed among them.

Everyone in Laixian Sect looked panic-stricken.

Lord Chengyang's breakthrough is imminent. If the thunder tribulation of this tribulation period is struck down, the entire South Continent may cease to exist.

The shadow caused by the crossing of Fengxi River is still there.

Xia Dao didn't know why the thunder cloud came up, but he also smelled something, packed up their things one after another, set foot on the long-distance ship and rushed to leave, lest the thunder cloud would strike down early.

Ruan Changshan was dressed in a blue and white royal uniform, standing on the cliff with his hands behind his back, looking at the scene of Laixian Gate that was gradually darkening due to the accumulation of clouds.

After Ruan Ming's death, there was turmoil in Laixian Sect, and troublemakers started to stir up troubles one after another, joining the ranks of those who seized power and position with evil intentions, while Chengyang had long since retreated and ignored foreign affairs. Now Chengyang has ushered in the final calamity of his journey of cultivation.

If it succeeds, Laixian Sect will skyrocket and be next to Cheng Huazong; if it fails, Laixian Sect will have no backing anymore. It collapsed.

"Brother."

Ruan Changshan tilted his head slightly, and saw Ruan Mianmian coming behind him.

Father and brother passed away one after another, and the sect continued to deal with affairs. It suddenly seemed that this huge monster entrenched on the island could not withstand any wind and snow, and would collapse at the touch of a touch.Her demeanor was no longer that innocent and childish, and she was slightly sad.

"Grandpa, he... will be safe and sound..."

Ruan Changshan remained silent.

The little girl who was ignorant of the world finally realized the truth, but it was a pity that it was too late.

"Brother, don't read it." Ruan Mianmian seemed a little scared, "Let's go back, grandpa will be fine."

She comforted herself as if talking to herself: "It will be fine..."

Ruan Changshan flicked his sleeves: "Let's go."

The accumulation of dark clouds became more and more powerful, heavy and dark, far surpassing the ordinary thunder calamity. There were lightning flashes in the clouds, silver light flashed, and the ancient sound was muffled, which made people feel scalp numb.

It seems that the person who is about to cross the catastrophe is not crossing the catastrophe.

But being condemned by God.

The clouds that had been smoldering for a long time moved slowly, and slowly stretched into filaments in the air, leading to a little inconspicuous arc—around a certain center.

The first heavy light was caught off guard and tore through the air coils and stretched out, screaming like a ghost and slashing down.

The person with closed eyes in the stone room suddenly opened his eyes, the long sword broke through the stone room and flew out, his eyes reflected the sharp light that was coming straight at him, trembling for a moment, Huo De raised his sword and turned his back to meet him. The momentum is like distorting the space, and after passing through the air, it still leaves a circle of invisible phantoms.

Two phases collide, confront each other.

The stone wall of the cave under his feet was affected and disappeared in an instant.

When the rest of the first thunderbolt disappeared, the second thunderbolt had already started to accumulate in the air.

A streak of blood came out from the sleeve and ran across his wrist, Cheng Yang tightened the sword in his hand and looked up at the sky.

The accumulation time of the second way is longer than that of the first way, but its power is also more powerful, almost twice that of the first way.

With such a superposition, will he be able to survive the Nine Layers of Thunder Tribulation?

The person who was closing his eyes on the bed suddenly opened his eyes. There was a breeze outside the window, and the pink curtains swayed in the air, creating a sense of tranquility and peace.

Meng Yunchi took Min Hangyuan's hand from his waist, the other party frowned, and continued to entangle him with some reluctance, Meng Yunchi looked down at him for a moment, then hugged Dong Fei beside him and stuffed it into his arms.

Min Hangyuan moved, but didn't wake up, so he continued to sleep with Dong Fei in his arms.

Dong Fei turned his head to look at Meng Yunchi in all directions, his face full of bewilderment.

"Shh~" Meng Yunchi signaled, "Don't move around, I'll be back in a while."

Dong Fei whispered: "Oh..."

"Understood," Meng Yunchi patted its head: "I'll bring you dried voles when I come back."

When the fifth thunder tribulation fell, the sword in Cheng Yang's hand had already been useless, his hair crown had already fallen off, his body was in rags, and his right hand holding the sword was trembling.

There were blood and tears in his eyes, but he still didn't realize it, so he simply threw away his sword and greeted the sixth thunder tribulation with bare hands.

The momentum of the Wanjun thunder is a strength that mortals can't match.

When the monstrous roar poured down, Shangdao couldn't stand it and began to fall apart, and fell into Xiadao one after another. Everyone in Laixianmen scattered like fleeing for their lives, scrambling to leave Nanzhou.

Ruan Mianmian was terrified, and stretched out her hand to grab her brother, "Brother, let's go, let's go!"

Before the ninth thunder fell, if they didn't leave, they would only be wiped out together under the thunder disaster.

Ruan Changshan looked up at the Shangdao that was still collapsing, the roar of thunder echoed the screams and howls all over the ground, as if the inevitable disaster for his Laixian Sect had finally come at this moment.In the chaos, as if someone sighed, this Laixianmen was founded by Chengyang ten thousand years ago, after several twists and turns, it will eventually be destroyed by Chengyang's thunder calamity.

After the sixth thunder calamity, Cheng Yang's body was bloody and bloody, he almost couldn't stand upright, he staggered half kneeling on the ruins, he didn't know what was going on in his heart.The way of heaven does not stop for a moment, and begins to brew the seventh way.

The mortal monks who hadn't had time to escape were all buried under the fallen Shangdao, and no cries could be heard.

The seventh thunder tribulation fell again.

Dust and mist floated in all directions, unable to sink no matter what, the place directly facing the vortex in the air had been razed to the ground, and the eyes were full of desolate ruins.The upper island collapsed, the lower island cracked, and the bones buried deep under the island finally appeared.

In the middle of the ruins lay a blurry figure, seemingly lifeless, the flesh and flesh of his body had been chopped black, and he lay there for a long time without moving.There was a flash of lightning in the air, and the eighth lightning calamity began to accumulate without hesitation.

The scorched black figure moved its fingers, barely opened a pair of blurred eyes, unable to stand up, and it was inevitable.

He seemed to sigh softly, and closed his eyes in resignation. Amidst the sound of the mighty sea, the dull sound condensed in the air was getting closer and closer. The flashes of lightning accumulated thicker and thicker, and then gradually disappeared, as if gradually disappearing.

Suddenly thunder roared.

After the eighth thunder calamity passed, everything was quiet.

No sound could be heard from the huge ruins.

A crack was suddenly drawn in the air, a figure came out from it, and the crack slowly closed by itself.

He walked for a long time on the dusty flat ground, and finally found an afterimage in the center of the thunder calamity.

Not humanoid.

After the eighth thunder tribulation fell, the clouds in the sky began to dissipate slowly, and it seemed that the ninth thunder was not ready to fall.

When the nine-fold thunder tribulation was halfway through or was about to end, the dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the person who survived the tribulation should have died.

So there is no need to proceed further.

Meng Yunchi brushed away the dust and smoke, and took two steps forward, only to see that Chengyang on the ground seemed to have been scorched and charred, as if it would break if he moved.

He didn't leave, just looked at it for a long time, until there was a slight fluctuation in the air, and the afterimage on the ground gasped suddenly, as if the person who had been held in the water for a long time by the throat had finally touched the air, and could no longer fully breathe. When speaking, he could only make a hoarse and muddy breath from his throat, intermittently.

Cheng Yang is not dead yet.

He couldn't see or move, but he could sense that there was someone standing beside him.

He knows who that person is.

The clouds in the sky have completely dispersed, and the sky is clear.

Cheng Yang panted slightly tremblingly, and made a little gurgling sound from his throat, as if he wanted to speak.

Meng Yunchi rolled up his sleeves, and said softly: "Chengyang, when you slaughtered my family in ten thousand years, did you expect such an end today."

He smiled, and the corners of his eyes slightly bent: "Fengxi has passed the catastrophe and became an immortal, and now you are the only one left with what happened back then. How does it feel to be liquidated by the Dao of Heaven on you alone?"

"How many people died back then, I'm afraid you can't figure it out yourself," Meng Yunchi said unhurriedly: "If you can't repay these murders alone, they will be passed on to your heirs, generation after generation, until they are still alive." until cleared."

Cheng Yang made a ho-ho sound in his throat, only to hear the other party approaching him, and said to himself: "So you have committed so many crimes, why do you still have to leave an heir? Come from the Lai Xian sect led by your lineage." So Ruan Wen was also insane, and Ruan Ming could not die well.

"They don't know. What kind of cause did they plant, and because of the bonus of their grandfather, they got double the fruit." Meng Yunchi looked around and saw the pitch-black keel that had finally seen the light of day due to the collapse of the South Continent. However, the corpses were stacked on top of each other, like a purgatory on earth.

Nanzhou used to be the battlefield of chaotic wars, and it was once a continent. Later, practitioners destroyed it and drifted with the sea and land. Except for the upper island and the lower island, all other places have sunk into the bottom of the sea.

It had another name ten thousand years ago, called Mengze Baodi.

The Laixian Gate prospered and prospered on Nanzhou, standing upright for thousands of years, but they got it by stepping on the bones of his fellow clan.

His hypocrisy to stop Ruan Mingshi meant nothing at all, because what they owed would never be repaid.

Cheng Yang became more and more agitated, and there were continuous ho ho sounds from his throat.

Meng Yunchi looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled: "You told me to kill you"

He called out his colleagues and said, "You don't need to remind me, of course I'm here to kill you."

Tiandao withdrew Lei Jie not because he spared Chengyang, because his ninth calamity was caused by cause and effect.

There was a thud when the sword pierced into the flesh, and the people on the ground struggled for a while, but finally fell silent and returned to nothingness.

Meng Yunchi drew his sword indifferently, watching the scorched black corpse gradually disintegrate in the air with the breeze, into inches of flying ash, and annihilated in the sea without a trace.

The only one in this world who was able to pass the tribulation period fell, no matter how magnificent he was before he was alive, he led thousands of people to point out the country, passionate and indulgent, or high-spirited, and the eventful years, after death, he still couldn't get around a piece of loess, mediocrity followed the wind into the current.

Meng Yunchi put away the same dust, lost his mind for a while, turned around and walked step by step towards the keel like mountains.

He stopped and stretched out his hand to caress it, and a jumping black flame appeared on the tip of his right finger, igniting it.

The howling and roaring thousands of years ago, the disaster that fell from the sky, those unwillingness and resentment, all disappeared in the burning flame and gradually subsided.

He burned all the entangled bones on the ruins, and accidentally found a piece of bluish-white sleeve corner pressed under the boulder.

……

Ruan Changshan was woken up by Ruan Mianmian. When he opened his eyes, he felt a terrible pain in his chest. He saw Ruan Mianmian in front of him approaching a face, full of tears: "Brother, brother, you finally woke up, Mianmian has been calling you don't wake up..."

She had a wound on her forehead, and she was in a terrible state of distress, but Ruan Changshan didn't need to think about it and knew that he was worse than her.

He only had time to hold her under him before the boulder fell, and now his chest hurts and he can't move his legs.

But at least he saved his life.

"It's nothing." Ruan Changshan felt dizzy, "I'll be fine after a short rest."

"Brother..." Ruan Mianmian cried on his shoulder, "I only have you...we have nothing left."

Ruan Changshan sighed softly, "You can revitalize the sect at any time..." Life is the most important thing.

Ruan Mianmian sobbed.

"How We Got Out"

"I..." Ruan Mianmian choked up, "I don't know, we were outside after I woke up..."

"Really." Ruan Changshan thought, he seemed to have seen a person in a daze, he was a little familiar, but he couldn't see who it was, and brought them out from under the boulder.

No matter who it is, he will remember him and thank and pray for him.

I also wish him a healthy life, a smooth journey, and peace and happiness from now on.

The author has something to say: I'm really sorry for keeping you guys waiting for a long time. The stupid author has a lot of things these days and keeps updating. In the future, the update time will be fixed at [-] o'clock in the evening, and he will have a day off every Sunday. Friends, if you see that it’s not updated before [-] o’clock, it may be that the author has other things and can’t code, so don’t wait any longer. I really want to update [-] a day, but the speed of squeezing toothpaste is too much. Not allowed, I'm really sorry, cuties let me tweet...

——感谢在2020-10-1721:38:37~2020-10-1914:31:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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