Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

After Feng Qingran learned from Yuan Bao that the double spirit bracelets could not withstand thunder disasters, she couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

The third thunderstorm fell, and another talisman was removed from Qin Hanyan's back.

Qin Hanyan gritted her teeth and adjusted her surging breath. There was no blood on her face, cracks appeared in the flesh and blood under the robe, and there was tearing pain all over her body.

Qin Hanyan could feel the terrifying aura coming from the thunder. Every thunder seemed to kill her without any mercy.

Junior Brother Seventh is right, something is really wrong with Tian Lei.

It is recorded in ancient books that after the thunder strikes, it will help the monks to temper their bodies and make them stronger.

But at this moment, she only felt that Tianlei wanted to destroy her, not to temper her muscles.

Eighteen steps of Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation, the first one is to temper the body, the second is to repair the muscles and expand the veins, the third is to enhance the strength of the bones, the fourth is to temper the spiritual roots, and the fifth is to evolve the golden elixir to the Nascent Soul...

But now, the thunder seems to just strike down, without any sense of gradual progress, and it doesn't care about the monk's life or death.

Rumble! ——

The fourth thunder and the fifth thunder fell together.

pain!

Qin Hanyan swallowed the blood that reached his mouth and used the spiritual power in his body to repair the damage caused by the thunder, but it was like a drop in the bucket, and the physical damage became more and more serious.

Fortunately, these thunders have not damaged her roots, and she can still stay awake to face the thunder.

And when the fourth talisman behind Qin Hanyan disappeared——

Ning Shiyue's body shook. Ning Shiyue raised her hand and put the sword blade into the ground, barely holding on to her body.

Feng Qingran noticed Ning Shiyue's condition and wanted to step forward to help Ning Shiyue, but after thinking about it, she backed away.

Fifth Senior Sister never puts on rouge, so she put it on specially this time, just because she doesn’t want anyone to notice anything strange about her, right?

Ning Shiyue ignored her physical discomfort and stared at Qin Hanyan closely, the concern and worry in her eyes unconsciously revealed.

The two talismans she drew with her essence and blood would cause some of the pain to be transmitted to her body.

Just a part of the pain made her almost faint from the pain. How painful must it be for the third senior sister?

It's hateful, if only she had Nascent Soul cultivation level, she could go up and fight the thunder for her senior sister.

Ning Shiyue watched helplessly as the fifth talisman was turned into ashes under the thunder. Another burst of pain came, and her body became shaky.

Ning Shiyue hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and hid her handkerchief, but she didn't know that her lips were as white as snow at this time.

She clenched the hilt of the sword tightly and whispered: "Han Yan, you must bear it! We have agreed to go back together for revenge, so that the life of those who once bullied us will be worse than death..."

However, the sky thunder was ruthless after all, and another silver thunder as thick as an arm struck down.

Coercive and ruthless.

There were several blood marks on Qin Hanyan's face. She obviously couldn't bear the thunder, and the exposed skin was already showing bones.

When Ning Shiyue saw this scene, she couldn't help but fainted. Feng Qingran quickly supported Ning Shiyue with quick eyesight and quickly stuffed a pill into Ning Shiyue's mouth.

"Fifth Senior Sister, what's going on?" Baili Wenyue walked over and asked worriedly.

It was Qin Hanyan who survived the thunder tribulation, but why was Ning Shiyue the one who passed out first?

"Sixth Senior Brother, please send Fifth Senior Sister back quickly. She must be too tired to draw the talisman and worried about Third Senior Sister, that's why she behaves like this." Feng Qingran didn't want to tell Baili Wenyue about the talisman's backlash.

The less we know about this kind of thing, the better. She only hopes that the Guxuan Pill can repair Ning Shiyue's consciousness.

"But you, junior sister?" Baili Wenyue hesitated.

The Third Senior Sister and the Seventh Junior Brother are both going through a thunder tribulation. Is it dangerous to leave the Junior Sister here alone?

"Sixth Senior Brother, don't worry, as Seventh Senior Brother is here, I won't be in danger." Feng Qingran reassured.

Baili Wenyue looked at Mo Jinghong and found that Mo Jinghong didn't pay attention to his junior sister as usual.

Today, since he arrived, Mo Jinghong's attention has been on the top of the mountain.

In the past, when they felt that they were about to overcome a catastrophe, they would go to the top of Yunxiao Mountain in advance to practice and wait for the thunder catastrophe to come.

Only the seventh junior brother did not need to come in advance. The seventh junior brother's first two tribulations were to arrive at the right time for the thunder tribulation to arrive, and then go to Yunding.

It was different for the Seventh Junior Brother after all. Only the Seventh Junior Brother was able to walk away unscathed after going through the thunder tribulation alone.

There was gratitude and complexity in Baili Wenyue's eyes. The seventh junior brother was here, and the third senior sister would be fine.

Baili Wenyue turned around and said to Feng Qingran: "I will take Fifth Senior Sister back first. Little Junior Sister must be careful not to get hurt."

Mo Jinghong glanced sideways at Baili Wenyue, his dark eyes were gleaming with coldness, like a thousand-year-old ancient pool, glowing with a mysterious luster.

Feng Qingran walked to stand next to Mo Jinghong and asked worriedly: "Seventh Senior Brother, how is Third Senior Sister?"

"It'll be okay." Mo Jinghong's voice was cold, a little more indifferent, which was very different from usual.

"Senior Brother Seventh, everyone likes and trusts you very much." Feng Qingran said crisply.

"Really?" Mo Jinghong's red lips curled up slightly, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, actually Brother Seven should try to open his heart and trust them." Feng Qingran's almond-shaped eyes were shining and clear, and her face was innocent and cute.