After Jiaoqibao and Long Aotian switched bodies

People with spiritual roots like Feng Ao's aptitude are no different, and they are as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river in the world of cultivation.

If there is a difference, it is that Feng Ao was born in a famous family in the East China Sea. His family was rich and rich. There were all kinds of people for more than a dozen generations, and he finally cultivated a talented immortal cultivator. He is also the youngest child in the family.

This raises the child too purely, which is the same for Wen Gu. If others can't understand Feng Ao's sadness, he can empathize with him.

Feng Ao folded the obituary in his hand, turned around and saw Wen Gu, "Mozun, this is the tomb I dug for Sai Rui, are you here to offer incense?"

Wen Gu waved his hand, imitating Yuan Jiuyuan's solemn expression, "No, are you used to living in the Demon Palace?"

"Are you going to let me go back?" Feng Ao asked expectantly as the depression on Feng Ao's face disappeared instantly.

What is release?

As if he was illegally detained, Wen Gu blinked his eyes guiltily, "Do you want to go back early?"

Feng Ao looked at him suspiciously, and said hesitantly, "I don't really think about it, I think Nineteenth City is pretty good."

Wen Gu squinted his slender eyes and stared at him for a moment, "I think you are quite handsome, why don't you stay in the magic palace and be my concubine."

Feng Ao was obviously frightened. Thanks to Yuan Jiuyuan's stern and clear face, he seemed to be serious in everything he said, and quickly replied: "I want to go back. I want to go back to the sect even in my dreams."

"What are you doing back to the sect?"

Wen Gu took a step forward viciously, deliberately teasing him, "The path of Taoist cultivators is cold and lonely, how can dual cultivators be so happy?"

Few people can make Wen Gu feel intellectually superior, and Feng Ao is the first one.

Feng Ao's face turned pale with fright, and he said, "I like Daoxiu, and I'm pretty good alone."

"That's it..." Wen Gu sighed in disappointment, then changed the subject and said, "I don't want to force others to do anything to me. Since you want to go back to the sect, then you can do one thing for me first."

Feng Ao breathed a sigh of relief, "What's the matter?"

It is very difficult to do one thing well, but it is very easy to do one thing badly, as long as people are not too smart, and gambling with stones is an exception.

Wen Gu's idea is very simple. The Nineteenth City has suffered from the Merman Clan for many years, and the grievances have accumulated deep. Take the bait and catch them all.

Mozun's second fire since he took office will inevitably attract widespread attention. Everyone thinks this is his trick to win people's hearts, but it is actually the opposite.

The high priest has no reason to disagree, and when the time comes, it will be a matter of course to lie down, Feng Ao doesn't have to do anything, he just needs to escape with his life when the sharks block the way and rob him.

Unfavorable start, all games were lost, not only did not catch all the sharks, but also sent a large sum of beautiful jade or pearls to others.

Such a good-for-nothing Demon Lord can't even look down on Wen Gu, let alone a fierce Demon Race member?

If it doesn't work once, then come a few more times. The Demon King of Jitian searches for the treasures in the world and hides them in the Demon Palace. There is no shortage of precious treasures here, enough to make repeated mistakes.

"Why are you looking for me about your demon clan?" Feng Ao was very puzzled when he heard that the jewelry was being delivered.

Wen Gu sighed heavily, and told the truth: "The talents under my hands are ignorant and uneducated, and they are all useless. Only the sect can let me rely on them, but Senior Sister Miaozhen is busy with the matter of master's crossing the catastrophe. I can rest assured to you."

There is another Xu Fu in the sect, but Xu Fu is too reliable, Wen Gu dare not take risks.

What's more, Wen Gu is very afraid of seeing Xu Fu now, and when he sees Xu Fu, he looks at him affectionately, Wen Gu's scalp becomes numb, and he is very worried that if Yuan Jiuyuan comes back and bumps into such Xu Fu, the jealousy will be like The water flooding Jinshan Temple can flood the nineteenth city.

Feng Ao scratched his hair in confusion, he couldn't believe that Wen Gu felt so powerful in his heart, "Is what you said true?"

"Of course it is true, you are my Maxima, and I am your bole." Wen Gu patted him on the shoulder very firmly.

As long as they join forces, why worry that the high priest will force him to stay after three months?

Feng Ao smiled embarrassedly, still caring about "Yuan Jiuyuan" being a scumbag, immediately restrained his smile, and said with a straight face: "Okay, as you said, I will help you this time, but you will let me go as promised." I'm going back?"

"of course."

Wen Gu squinted his eyes and smiled, the little fox looked like he had succeeded in his scheme.

Feng Ao let out a long breath, thought about it and said, "Should I prepare something?"

"Don't prepare anything, I will take care of everything."

"That's good……"

Feng Ao paused for a moment before he remembered a very important question, "How many people are we transporting in the convoy this time? When will we leave?"

Wen Gu touched the tip of his nose with a guilty conscience, and pretended to be deep and said: "You are alone, and you will leave in a few days."

"...There will be no danger, right?" Although Feng Ao is upright, he is not stupid, he sounds like the meat on the bait.

Wen Gu said righteously: "We are demons, do you think someone dares to bully us?"

Strictly speaking, the mermaids are not human beings, they can only be considered half-human and half-demon, so he did not deceive Feng Ao.

The notoriety of the Mozu made people fearful, Feng Ao nodded in agreement, and finally let go of his guard.

……

On the day when Feng Ao set off with a convoy of treasured jewels and jade, the sky in the desert suddenly changed. The weather that was originally sunny and sunny suddenly turned overcast and cloudy.

Dark clouds covering the sky covered the desert, and purple lightning flashed in the dark sky, accompanied by deafening thunder.

If you observe carefully, you can see that the dark cloud is not a single piece, but a vortex that stretches for thousands of miles. The most central position is like the eye of the storm, gazing coldly at the world.

Today is the day of crossing the catastrophe of Chongyi Dao.

Lightning flashes and thunder thunders on the barren desert, and there is no one for thousands of miles. The location of Crossing the Tribulation was chosen here in order not to disturb the nineteenth city.

On an inconspicuous hill, Zhenjun Ziyi had already set up a defensive formation. Thousands of golden talisman papers were floating in the void, twisting and rotating with his smooth gestures and gestures. A huge yin and yang gossip was drawn in the air.

Right below the gossip, a large spirit stone shone with light, exuding tiny golden rays of light, seeping into the sky-filled talisman paper like dust.

The flames on the talisman paper were burning, and the bright red font sparks burst. If you get closer, you can feel the scalding heat wave.

Thunder and lightning belong to gold, and fire overcomes gold. This is the long-lost "Breaking the Realm". There are [-] wind talismans drawn by masters with demon blood. The spiritual energy of the spells are integrated into one body, each spell has the power of thunder, and after a period of six years, it becomes the method of "breaking the boundary".

The sparkling sparks fluttered and fell like planetesimals in the strong wind, illuminating the dark and dull desert.

Ziyi Zhenjun lowered his eyes, and his lips were slightly pale, "Yi Dao, Breaking the Realm can block ten thunder disasters for you, and the rest will depend on your fate."

Chongyi Dao's expression was as calm as water, he raised his sleeves and smiled softly, "Last night I dreamed that my extinction was approaching, so I knew that my fortune was shallow, I'm afraid I won't be able to pass this hurdle today, Master, don't worry, a cultivator is not afraid of life and death. "

Miaozhen, who was standing aside, looked worried, "Master, don't say that."

"Miaozhen." Chong Yidao paused, looked up at the thunderstorm oppressing the top of his head, there was no trace of fear on his face, "Do you know why I only called you here today?"

Miao Zhen sighed heavily, "Master doesn't want Junior Brother Xiao Jiu to worry about you."

Master Chong nodded with a smile, "One more thing, if my soul flies away, you will be the peak master of Qianhe Peak in the future, and you want to bring Xiao Jiu back to Xuanyue Sect, and you can't leave him in such a barbaric place."

Miaozhen clasped her hands tightly together, and shook her head stubbornly, "Master, if you miss Xiaojiu in your heart, stop saying such depressing words. After the thunder disaster, your cultivation base has greatly increased, wouldn't it be better to take care of you?" Xiao Jiu?"

"As a teacher, I know my own body. I wanted to take Xiao Jiu to the coast of the East China Sea, and I could teach him one last time before crossing the catastrophe. I have fulfilled my responsibility as a teacher, but I didn't expect..." Chong Yi Dao smiled bitterly and didn't continue talking.

Miaozhen heard that he had made up his mind to go, and also understood that Master would not be able to survive this, so he quickly looked at Ziyi Zhenjun, and begged softly: "Zhenjun, Master must be able to succeed?"

Ziyi Zhenjun raised his eyes, and said calmly: "Life is a passing journey, why bother?"

The meaning is to take it very lightly, whether it succeeds or fails, everything is fate.

Miaozhen burst into tears.

When the dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, like ink that could not be melted away, the first thunder came down from the sky, and the blue-purple light split the clouds, and in an instant, there was only this distorted light in the world.

The [-] gang wind talismans were slammed on the magic circle precisely, and the talisman papers on the edge of the gossip were turned into ashes, and they melted into the gust of wind profusely.

Chongyi Dao felt lost, the deterrent and powerful thunder was like a sharp blade, with the power of destroying heaven and earth, slashing at the boundary-breaking magic circle one by one, and in an instant, the spell drawn by Zhenjun Ziyi disappeared. without a trace.

The moment the defensive formation disappeared, golden burning sparks flew all over the sky, and Ziyi Zhenjun quickly turned his hands, turning into a smoky purple astrolabe, in which the galaxy rippled, like the Milky Way at the end of the universe tilted.

The light of the astrolabe is shining brightly, illuminating a sandy place in a circular shape.

Like an umbrella against the heads of the three of them, they forcibly withstood the violent attack of the sky thunder. Neither of them expected that Ziyi Zhenjun would use half of his body's divine power to condense the Tongtong astrolabe to resist the thunder formation.

"Don't look at me, I can only help you resist Qi Dao again." Ziyi Zhenjun concentrated all his attention, his innocent face was completely drained of blood, and he was already doing his best.

If others dared to use half of their body's divine power to form a magic circle, they would have been wiped out in an instant. True Monarch Ziyi's magic power is so profound that he could only temporarily delay the thunder formation.

Just when Chong Yidao closed his eyes and waited for Tianlei to bathe his body, he heard Miaozhen exclaimed, and saw—a dark teleportation circle appeared in the void, and Ye Jialan jumped out, followed by Ghost Luohan, Yinhan, and the high priest also joined in the fun.

The last one was Wen Gu, who was holding an iron rod in his arms, and the moment he landed in the desert, he had a splitting headache, unable to bear the pressure of the thunder calamity, and his eyes turned black.

"Xiao Jiu, go back quickly, this is not the place you should come to!" Daoist Chong shouted lightly.

Wen Gu took a deep breath and said quickly: "Master, I have made a magic weapon to avoid lightning. I have tested it with Senior Brother Xu Fu. It can turn thunder into invisible. Please try it today, Master."

It turned out that they were here to deliver the magic weapon for crossing the catastrophe, just now Wen Gu was in a hurry and urged Ye Jialan to open a teleportation formation, holding a strange iron rod, and everyone guessed what the iron rod was, but they didn't expect it to be a magic weapon for crossing the catastrophe.

But... this magic weapon is very shabby.

I can't feel any spiritual power, it's no different from the iron rod carrying water, if there is, it's because the iron rod is too ugly.

Ziyi Zhenjun glanced at the iron rod subtly, and patiently persuaded him: "Don't make trouble again, I have no time to take care of you, lest the sky thunder hurt you."

Master Chong looked at the iron rod, then at Wen Gu's serious expression, sighed and said, "Xiao Jiu, go back, Master understands it all in his heart."

The power of thunder and lightning in the dark sky is getting stronger and stronger, and the color of the astrolabe is gradually fading. Wen Gu knew that no one would believe him no matter what he said, so he just gritted his clean teeth, jumped lightly under his feet, and landed under the astrolabe dexterously , no matter what others said, he quickly placed the lightning rod with his hands and feet.

Bursts of thunder made his headache worse, and crystal clear tears could not stop falling from his eyes. Wen Gu wept silently while completing the formation of lightning rods.

Just after placing the conductive chain, Wen Gu felt a blur in front of his eyes, Zhenjun Ziyi's astrolabe had been shattered by the lightning, and he retreated tens of meters away with Wen Gu and Miaozhen.

Ye Jialan and the others had already stood behind the small hill, looking at the earth-shattering thunder formation.

Chong Yidao, who stayed in place, looked helplessly at the iron rod. If Xiao Jiu hadn't seen his sincerity, he really wanted to pull out this ugly thing and throw it away!

"The devil."

The high priest stepped forward to meet him, and said earnestly: "So what you asked me to do is a magic weapon for lightning protection. This black iron and tin ore are all mortal things, how can they withstand the nine-day thunder calamity?"

Everyone only thought that the iron rod was ugly, at least it was refined with some precious things, but they didn't expect it to be just black iron and tin ore.

Looking at Wen Gu, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

What a poor Demon Lord, he has been dazzled by the matter of Master's thunder calamity.

Just as everyone was talking, a bolt of lightning exploded, like a python's thick lightning bruising straight towards the top of Chong Yidao's head, everyone held their breath involuntarily.

I saw Tianlei - splitting crookedly.

One strike on the ugly iron rod, if it were ordinary black iron, it would have been instantly reduced to ashes, not even a single residue could be found.

But the iron rod was inserted into the soft sand, standing still.

Chong Yidao watched Tianlei disappear without a trace, as if swallowed by an iron rod, he touched his eyes, and then looked at the crowd to make sure that he was right.

This... what's the situation?

Everyone who saw this scene was stunned, what the hell is this?

Before they came back to their senses, another thunderbolt fell from the sky, this time it aimed at Chongyi Dao, the color was deeper than before, and it contained the power of thousands of troops.

However, it went crooked again.

The lightning rod is actually a lightning-absorbing rod, which absorbs lightning to the metal zinc at the top, and then integrates the current into the ground through a series of reaction formulas.

Wen Gu knew the reason behind it, but in the eyes of everyone, this scene was too shocking!

"This...is a lightning rod?" the high priest murmured.

Yin Han stared at Wen Gu's side face adoringly, and sincerely praised: "The Demon Lord is worthy of being the Demon Lord, and he even took out such a magic weapon as soon as he made a move. We are really lucky to follow the Demon Lord."

Ziyi Zhenjun squinted his eyes and turned his head in confusion. After living for 1000 years, he felt shock for the first time.

His divine power is invincible, and he can only block seventeen thunder calamities with all his strength. Going against the way of heaven has already eaten back the pain all over his body.

It's puzzling.

The high priest came to his senses, if the demons possessed such a magic weapon, what kind of thunder would they be afraid of in the future?

Miaozhen was also thinking about this question, if a Taoist cultivator possesses such a magic weapon, what is the frightening thunder calamity?

Everyone's eyes fell heavily on Wen Gu's face, and the Demon Lord who created such a magic weapon was squatting on the ground hugging his knees tightly, his wet black eyes were wide open, the tip of his nose was pitifully red, and his shoulders were red. Twitching and shaking.

"...What are you looking at me for?"

Wen Gu asked with a trembling cry.