The personal security of the beautiful president

Ding Zhe took Shenghua's arm and swung it upwards vigorously, and Shenghua's body immediately entered the mist.

Immediately, Ding Zhe sacrificed the little yellow sword, and at the same time put Jin Zijian's small tripod on top of his head.

At any rate, this small tripod is a good magic weapon, it may be able to save Ding Zhe's life at a critical moment.

He was not in a hurry to grab the Thunderbolt Grass, but stayed behind everyone not far or near.

These monks showed their supernatural powers and frequently used magic weapons and spells. They all wanted to hold the Lightning Strike Grass in their hands in the shortest possible time.

However, Lei Zhencao seemed to be alive, and used his size advantage to avoid the attacks of the crowd.

"Grandma, be careful with me, if the spirit grass is destroyed, all previous efforts will be wasted!" Someone reminded loudly.

"Bah! Who doesn't know that the Lightning Strike Grass is effective even if it is cut in two? Who are you trying to fool?"

"Competing for treasures, everyone depends on their ability, don't cheat!"

"..."

Ding Zhe laughed in his heart, these people have already started fighting among themselves, which is a great thing for him to fight for the Thunderbolt Grass.

"Crack!"

"Boom!"

The sky thunder became more and more dense, and it became more and more difficult to walk in the fog.

Several monks were struck by lightning and fell to the ground from the sky.

However, such a scene did not affect the obsession of the later generations to obtain the Lightning Strike Grass.

The vacated position was filled by the people behind, and the front position still maintained the pressure on the Thunderbolt Grass.

The Thunderbolt Grass is like a free bird, flying up and down in the fog.

Of course, while the sky thunder struck the monk, it also struck the grass several times.

Ding Zhe was surprised to find that Lei Zhencao seemed to like Tian Lei very much, and almost all the buds in the front part were open.

The doll sleeping inside has already shown signs of waking up.

"Oops, now that the restriction is restored, the sky thunder will speed up the maturity of the Thunderstrike Grass. Once the buds are fully bloomed, the Thunderstrike Grass will probably leave this world. If that's the case, no one will be able to catch it again!"

Ding Zhe made his own analysis and couldn't help becoming nervous.

Now that he is involved, he naturally wants a good result.

White light began to appear in the buds of the Thunderstrike Grass, like pollen, scattered with the wind, and more and more.

At the same time, as the petals fell, the Thunderstruck Grass began to emit a large amount of energy.

Not only Ding Zhe, but all the monks knew that this was a sign that the Thunderbolt Grass was about to mature.

Without delay, Ding Zhe began to exert his strength.

He pushed his cultivation to the extreme and became No.1 of the chasing team.

"Boy! Be careful!"

Behind Ding Zhe, a monk threatened loudly.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly, completely fearless.

Come here, still afraid of your threats?

Dissatisfied?

Just kill it.

Ding Zhe thought so, and other monks also thought so.

When he was getting closer and closer to Thunderbolt Grass, the people behind made a move.

A series of Taoist techniques attacked Ding Zhe, Ding Zhe dodged left and right, dodging the attacks one by one.

All the petals of the Thunderstrike Grass have fallen off, leaving only a little pistil and the transparent doll on the pistil.

The baby had a smile on his face, a silver-white thunder light flashed on his body, and his eyes were clear. Looking at Ding Zhe behind him, he seemed to be calling.

Suddenly, the tinder of the dark flame flame in Ding Zhe's body jumped slightly.

"Huh? It turns out that the Thunderbolt Grass sensed the fire in my body. Could it be that there is some connection between them?" Ding Zhe was secretly surprised.

For him, this is a good thing.

You must know that the spirits between heaven and earth have a subtle connection with each other.

The doll in Lei Jiancao smiled at him, clearly sensing his fire.

"Hmph." Ding Zhe laughed, then suddenly slowed down and stopped chasing.

The monks who came up behind him all showed surprised expressions.

Without Ding Zhe as an obstacle in front, these monks didn't bother to attack him, and chased after Lei Jiancao again.

Ding Zhe believes that since Lei Jiancao knows that he has the holy fire in his body, he will definitely come back to him.

Of course, after getting rid of these monks.

But things didn't go as expected, Lei Jiancao only flew forward for a while, then turned around and rushed towards Ding Zhe.

Ding Zhe has black lines all over his head.

Isn't this pulling hatred?

If those monks saw this scene, they would definitely hate themselves to the bone.

"Boy! The old man advises you to be smart, this lightning strike grass is not something you can get, get out of the way!"

"Go away if you don't want to die, don't get in the way!"

"Get out of the way quickly! I don't have eyes with big swords!"

Ding Zhe spread out his hands, and hastily turned sideways to pass the thunderbolt grass.

The doll let out a mischievous laugh like a silver bell.

It seems to be saying: "Come on! Let's play together!"

Ding Zhe would not be fooled by it, and hurriedly backed up a few feet to pass those monks who were chasing the lightning strike grass.

"This little goblin, does he still want to kill me?" Ding Zhe frowned, and suddenly an ominous premonition rose in his heart: "Could it be... it wants to use me to kill those monks?"

"Sigh~"

Ding Zhe was so frightened by his own thoughts that he gasped.

However, before he could react, the Lightning Strike Grass flew towards him again.

At the same time, a huge thunder sounded in the air again.

A powerful sky thunder is brewing.

"Not good! The tribulation thunder is about to fall, let's fight quickly!"

A monk noticed something was wrong and hurriedly reminded him loudly.

Ding Zhe also noticed this, and hurried down, trying to find a place to hide.

Jielei is no joke.

It's fine if it's just lightning strikes and grass, as long as other people avoid the range of the thunderstorm, they won't be affected.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Lightning Strike Grass seemed to want to drag these monks through the tribulation together.

Forming a group to cross the catastrophe is a moment of pleasure, and the crematorium dies.

Ding Zhe knew this truth too well.

"Damn Ling Zhi, do you really intend to kill the fish and break the net?"

The Lightning Strike Grass is far from as simple as it looks, it wanders among the monks.

The thunder is rolling, and it will fall at any time.

It is mixed with robbery and thunder, which is frightening.

"What the hell, I don't care if I don't want this lightning strike grass, it's my life that matters!"

Some monks turned and left.

Some monks are still hesitating.

Taking advantage of this time, Lei Zhencao actually flew towards Ding Zhe again.

"Fuck! Don't take me with you if you die!"

Ding Zhe turned and ran.

How dare he cross the tribulation with Lei Jiancao?

Isn't this crazy?

But the sky failed as people wished, and before Ding Zhe was lifted into the sky, a thunderbolt struck down.

"Crack!"

Ding Zhe shivered, and his body went numb.

"It's over, it's over! Got struck by lightning!"

Suddenly his shoulders sank, and he turned his head to look, and saw Lei Jiancao's doll standing on his shoulder.

"If you want to survive, use your fire!"

"Crack!"

Ding Zhe didn't do what he thought, and hurriedly propped up the dark flame to resist the thunder.

The doll laughed again, but this laughter was a little creepy.

At the same time, Ding Zhe felt the power of a thunderbolt seep into his body.

Turning his head to look, the doll on his shoulder was gone.