Fellow practitioners who live in this mortal world with their beauty

Sanbao was on the flying boat, practicing while using light energy to condense light energy bombs, but he didn't make a single light energy bomb in a whole day and night.

Look at the progress bar on the display, it's only halfway through... Hey, there are looming clouds over the White House.

"Oh my, the thunder is coming. It's just to replenish Brother's spiritual energy. Panchen Kezhujie is not very strong. It took so long to encounter the thunder of the training period."

Sanbao couldn't help but complain when he saw Kezhujie reappearing in front of the camera, while Gendun Zhuba, who had endured the thunder for a day and a night, had already escaped from the range of the thunder with his buttocks tucked between his legs.

"Brother Kezhujie Panchen Lama, are you trying to overcome the tribulation?"

Sanbao left the flying boat and flew above the White House.

"Yeah...who? Who are you?"

Hearing Sanbao's question, Kezhujie nodded and suddenly woke up after answering, Kezhujie? How could he know my name?

"It doesn't matter who I am, but you are an old monster going through the tribulation, and it's lonely to see you here with so few people, so I came here to go through the tribulation with you."

"No need, thank you for your kindness, fellow Taoist."

Uh... I'm not lonely. I'm not lonely at all. Don't you know that with one more person, the power of the thunder will double?

"How can that be possible? I have been waiting for your thunder for more than a day."

"You...how do you know I'm going to survive the tribulation?"

Kezhujie was shocked, as the plan to collect spiritual energy from his senior brother had just been discussed yesterday, and there were no outsiders present at the time.

"Taoism is different from you Buddhas. I am good at predicting things. For example, you are the Panchen Lama, and you survived by reincarnating and possessing your descendants. Besides, I am especially good at gossip. There is nothing in the city that I don't know."

Uh... this is the gossip you are good at, but it is also amazing that you can calculate the possession of another's body. Kezhujie looked up at Sanbao.

"Oh my god, you...what realm are you in? Why can't I see through you?"

"How shameful! It took me three years to reach the semi-saint realm!"

Damn, at this speed, you should be ashamed of yourself.

Oops, no…that’s off topic!

"My fellow Daoist, you want to overcome the tribulation with me. Don't you know that the power of the tribulation lightning will be doubled if there is one more person?"

"I know. That's why I didn't attack you in advance, just to avoid your lightning."

Damn it, everyone would stay away when seeing someone undergoing a tribulation. Most people know that thunder can kill people, but you insist on climbing up the pole to get struck.

"Although you have survived several thunderstorms, if you use my thunderstorms together, the power will be doubled. If you are not careful, you will be doomed. You should consider this carefully."

"It's okay, it's okay. The more powerful the thunder is, the more I like it."

"Uh...if you want to get chopped, stay."

The crushing state forced Kezhujie to suppress his anger, and the thunder had begun to condense, so it was too late to leave now.

"Boom! Boom!"

After two loud bangs, thunderbolts fell from the sky, striking Kezhujie and Sanbao respectively.

"It feels so good! It feels so good!"

Sanbao shuddered and used his skills to absorb and refine the lightning into his sea of ​​consciousness. Now his body had been tempered by the lightning and could be said to have become a conductor, without even an arc or spark.

Look at the person next to him. His face is pale, his lips are bloodless, smoke is coming out of his half-open mouth, and his originally bright eyes have become empty and lifeless, and a little dull.

His hair was singed black by lightning and stood up in a messy manner, as if telling of the horror he had just experienced. His skin was an unnatural red and black color, and was emitting wisps of green smoke, as if it had been burned by fire.

His body was shaking constantly and every movement seemed extremely difficult, as if he might fall down at any time.

Luckily this guy was holding a...

Damn, a lightning rod!

Kezhujie was seen holding an iron rod inserted into the wall of the White House, and the lightning went straight into the ground along the iron rod.

What a waste!

How can such pure energy from heaven and earth be wasted like this? Little Panchen Lama, it is shameful to waste resources!

Sanbao flew forward and kicked Kezhujie away.

"Come back, my thunder!"

Uh... madman, this is a crazy Taoist priest.

Kezhujie was kicked aside, and Sanbao was seen holding the iron rod with both hands, practicing the soul-sucking technique, trying to take back the lightning from the earth.

"Fuck, a bolt of lightning was wasted."

This thing conducts electricity very quickly, and the lightning had disappeared without a trace. Sanbao muttered angrily and kicked the iron rod in pieces.

"Ah! This is too much! How could you destroy the magic stick that Master left behind after his tribulation?"

The Fifth Panchen Lama was in tears. Where did this crazy Taoist priest at the semi-saint level come from? There are still two lightning bolts behind me.

"The heavenly tribulation is a test of our bodies and souls. It is the energy bestowed upon us by the heavens. How can you take advantage of it and waste these precious resources?"

Sanbao looked righteous and rebuked Kezhujie.

Fuck you, you immortal boss!

Since ancient times, everyone has used magic weapons to resist heavenly calamities. When cultivators migrated to the fairyland, the magic weapons left behind became fewer and fewer, and those who wanted to resist the calamity had to use magic and their physical bodies to resist.

The master used all his magic weapons to self-destruct to resist the heavenly calamity. Although he was unable to survive it, all his magic weapons had been used up.

"Daoyou...you are going too far!"

Kezhujie pointed at Sanbao, thought for a moment and didn't dare to step forward to argue, but the aftereffects of the lightning were still on his body, and he was trembling as if he had been bullied by him.

"Humph! You are going too far. The world's spiritual energy is exhausted. How can we waste such essence of heaven and earth? It is shameful to waste it!"

The Three Treasures directly elevate him to the moral level.

Kezhujie was so angry that he ignored him and took advantage of the time when the thunder was condensing to sit cross-legged and quickly recover his energy. His support for venting the thunder was destroyed, so now every bit of strength he could get was a plus.

"Actually, you don't have to worry. It's just a small thunderbolt. I will block it for you."

Yes, although the Taoist priest in front of him acted crazy, he was very powerful. After being hit by the lightning, he shook his head for a while to digest it.

"Well... well, thank you for your help, fellow Taoist. The next two thunder tribulations..."

That's not right. Did the two lightning strike at the same time, or did they strike each separately? By the time you deal with yours, I'll still be struck by lightning.

"The next two thunderbolts belong to me, you are not allowed to snatch them."

Damn, this is something that can cost lives, who wants to snatch it? Since you are so good, why don’t you take it in the first round?

"Take it, my friend. I will never fight with you for it."

The Fifth Panchen Lama was only sixteen or seventeen years old. If the Three Jewels did not know that he was the reincarnation of the First Panchen Lama, Khedrup Gyal, they would certainly have given him some advice. Why call a young man "old monk"? Wouldn't it be better to call himself "young monk", "young Ban" or "young Chan"?

"Xiao Jie, although these two lightning bolts belong to me, the rules of heaven do not recognize them. Your lightning bolt still needs to pass through your body. Don't worry, I will absorb it as soon as possible."

Sanbao can fly and intercept the thunder without wasting it at all, but how to follow up afterwards?

After all, Kezhujie is an old monster who has lived for five lifetimes, and there is still half a soul in his body whose strength is unknown. If you want to trap him, you have to do it perfectly.

"I hope you won't deceive me."

"Don't worry, I'm reluctant to give up these thunderbolts. They are all resources."

In the second round, Sanbao kept his promise. While refining and absorbing his own thunder, he placed his palm on the little Panchen Lama's shoulder and quickly absorbed it.

"How is it? Is it faster than when you use the iron rod to guide it into the ground?"

"Thank you very much...thank you very much...for your help, fellow Taoist."

Kezhujie was trembling from the lightning, and smoke was coming out of his mouth as he spoke. He was still muttering in his heart, what iron rod is leading into the ground? That was the magic stick left by the master. Could it be that the master's magic stick absorbed the lightning? He relied on this magic stick to overcome the lightning before.

"You're welcome. I'll leave the last two to you."

"Okay... I'll rely on you, fellow Taoist."

Kezhujie couldn't help but be delighted that he didn't expect that this crazy Taoist priest could also refine thunder.

“Seeing that you can’t bear it any longer, when the thunder strikes, I will fly directly over your head and see if I can intercept your thunder.”

Sanbao patted Kezhujie's shoulder, and a layer of ash fell off with a puff.

"Thank you very much, this is the best!"

When the last two thunderbolts fell and were about to approach Sanbao, he flew to the side and the two thunderbolts hit Kezhujie's head solidly.