The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

Mingfan was so tired at this time that he didn't want to move a hair.

The days in Siguoya were too boring, so she returned to her old job, drawing talismans to pass the time.

As I continued to draw, I entered a mysterious state.

It was as if nothing in the world existed, only her and the talisman pen in her hand.

The figure of the red-clothed fairy flashed before her eyes. Mingfan followed his movements and painted the talisman stroke by stroke. There were even a few places in the middle. She felt that the red-clothed fairy's painting was too complicated, so she perfected it.

When he woke up again, he saw the scene in front of him.

The dark thunderclouds gathered more and more, and Mingfan was stunned: Isn't it? She drew a talisman herself. Looking at her posture, Tiandao must have wanted to kill her directly.

Lin Wanshu and others showed anxious expressions. This kind of thunder catastrophe of heaven can only be borne by the person who caused it. Anyone who breaks in will have an impact on the people within the thunder tribulation.

Xiao Yunyang threw several bottles of elixirs in front of Ming Fan, hoping to help his junior sister.

Leshan came to his senses and put the talisman he drew around Mingfan for free, trying to help her disperse some firepower.

Ming Fan looked at his senior brothers gratefully, and then, under the eyes of everyone, he stood up, put the talisman aside, and pushed it further away from him.

Then he smeared part of his aura on the talisman, and then covered himself with three layers of substitute talismans.

She thought, since it was the talisman that caused the thunder disaster, rounding things off, it should be the talisman that was attacked by the way of heaven. Just in case, she still had to protect herself.

The innocent girl had no idea what was going to happen next.

There was no way, she even got a zero in the written test. These extraneous knowledge were too complicated for her.

"Little junior sister...what are you doing?" Rong Hua looked confused.

"Maybe you want to protect the talisman." Lin Wanshu said hesitantly.

At the same time, the dark thunderclouds had also finished brewing and roared towards Ming Fan.

The first blow went straight towards the talisman.

"You hacked it, but you can't hack me~" Ming Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had a hard time drawing it, his own life was not as important.

Unexpectedly, the thick-armed sky thunder suddenly turned a corner and roared towards Ming Fan just as it struck the talisman.

Ming Fan: "?" The old man's subway cell phone.

What the hell?

Ming Fan felt numb when the thunderbolt hit him, really numb.

She really couldn't describe the feeling of electric shock. It was like riding a fast roller coaster, and when your heart was beating wildly and you were about to suffocate, someone gave you a sap from behind, then pressed your whole body against the acupressure board, rubbed it repeatedly, and added needles. Zha, I hope everyone will never experience it.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

With just one blow, all the avatars on her body were knocked off.

The clouds in the sky showed no tendency to dissipate at all.

Mingfan was lying on the ground like a dead dog, chop her to death.

"Stinky girl, what kind of talisman did you draw, it can actually attract thunder from the sky." The old ghost screamed in the Mingfan Sea of ​​​​Consciousness.

"Nine-turn Vajra Talisman." She said calmly.

"Nine-turn Vajra Talisman! Be good! This is a heaven-grade talisman that can be compared with the God's Transformation Strike!" The old ghost continued to scream.

You know, this little girl is just practicing Qi now! Gui Lao was dumbfounded when he actually drew a heaven-grade spiritual talisman during a period of refining his energy.

This kind of good seedling, no matter which sect she belongs to, is the object of fierce competition. Gui Lao gasped, no, she must not be allowed to die.

He wouldn't admit that it was this damn girl who had an appetite for him, and he didn't want to watch her die.

What would the old ghost's expression be if he knew that Ming Fan not only drew the heavenly talisman, but even spontaneously perfected the details inside?

"Stinky girl, three strikes, I will give you three strikes." Gui Lao said in a deep voice, seeming to have made some determination.

If he were in his prime, this lightning strike wouldn't be a big deal, but now, three strikes is already his limit.

But the Nine-Turn Vajra Talisman, as the name suggests, has to endure nine thunder tribulations before it can become a talisman.

She can only carry the remaining five paths by herself.

"But this thunder tribulation is really weird. Generally, the cultivation of people who have overcome the tribulation has a great influence on the strength of the thunder tribulation. How could you cause such a big thunder tribulation with your small Qi training?" Gui Lao whispered strangely.

It stands to reason that even the intensity of the Nine Heavenly Thunders should match that of Qi Refining Cultivation. Looking at this Thunder Tribulation, it is comparable to the Golden Pill.

The second thundercloud came down, and Ming Fan's body glowed with fluorescent light, wrapping her in it. Purple thunder struck her, lifting her up from the ground and then falling down.

Ming Fan sniffed it, and she didn't know whether it was because she was hungry, but she smelled the smell of barbecue.

Whose meat is so fragrant? Oh, it was her. Seeing the burnt body, Ming Fan simply closed his eyes and didn't look at it.

After discovering the truth of a matter, she often loses interest in it. This is what she is doing now, unable to do anything and just waiting for the thunder to strike.

"Do you dare to kill me?" After a while, Ming Fan took a breath and shouted to the sky.

She was answered with even louder thunder.

"I don't dare, hehe, you little trash." After regaining some strength, Ming Fan stubbornly raised his head and pointed his middle finger at the sky.

Her guess was indeed correct. Even the way of heaven cannot do whatever it wants. There must be something restricting the way of heaven.

It didn't dare to kill her directly, so it could only deal with her with this despicable means of backstabbing.

As for why to deal with her? Just because she didn't devote herself obediently to her own daughter? How heartless, how cruel!

"Come on! I'm afraid of you!"

There is something ruthless about Ming Fan, that is, the more she is not allowed to do something, the more she will do it. The more Tiandao wants to kill her, the more she insists on living well.

As the saying goes, if you can't defeat it, you must do your best to disgust it to death.

As soon as the four thunderbolts passed by, the fluorescence wrapped around her body quickly dimmed and dissipated.

The old ghost's voice was a little tired: "Girl, you have to rely on yourself for the rest. I need to take a nap."

The old ghost fell into silence, and Ming Fan lay on the ground dying.

Anyone who sees this scene will sigh, how pitiful it is.

Ming Fan spat out the blood foam in his mouth, endured the severe pain, and sat up to adjust his breathing. Because of the pain, his facial muscles twitched. It would be an exaggeration to say that he was a life-threatening ghost.

He took out a few paper cranes from his storage bag and injected spiritual power into them. The paper cranes came to life. Ming Fan controlled them to hold his own hands and arms, and dipped them in the blood on the ground to draw talismans.

In fact, the effect of the formation is much greater than that of the talisman, but it is difficult for her to move now, let alone set up the formation again.

The talisman array in the sea of ​​​​consciousness felt the owner's investigation, and rushed over to beg to touch it and have a look.

Ming Fan swept his consciousness and locked onto a defensive talisman. It huddled quietly in the corner, and the surrounding talismans were far away from it.

Time is limited, that's it.

Fortunately, this talisman didn't look difficult. Ming Fan controlled the paper crane and drew one stroke at a time on the ground.

No more spiritual power? The feeling of blockage came over again. Ming Fan bit the tip of his tongue, dripped the blood in, and mobilized his spiritual power to force it in.

The talismans on the ground took shape, and the golden light flourished.

At this time, the thunderclouds that were originally much smaller in the sky suddenly became restless and doubled in size, gathering above Ming Fan's head.

Ming Fan: "..." No way, it can't be such a coincidence...

She had an ominous premonition.

Lei Yuansheng's eyes widened as he arrived, "Hey, boy, what did he see? In a short period of time, two top-notch Heavenly Thunder Tribulations?"