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Kang Tan never expected that he would be caught by the real owner right after he showed off.

The hand around my neck tightened, emitting the bitter smell of burning fire.

For some reason, this sudden feeling of suffocation made him feel inexplicably familiar.

Looking at the dark clouds gathering rapidly in the sky, Meng Jiao secretly said "tsk" and grabbed the talisman pen from Kang Tan's hand and headed straight for the forbidden center where the few people came from.

"Thank you~"

Stopping several fellow apprentices who wanted to catch up, Kang Tan stared at the beautiful back in the bright red robe and stood there in a daze for a long time...

This secret realm connects several tribes and has countless small restrictions. Even though Meng Jiao has swept through it till now, she still feels unwilling to give up.

Aren’t there magical artifacts in novels? She wants them all~

At this time, she didn't know that as her thunderstorm clouds gradually expanded, the spirits in the secret realm that had been sleeping for ten thousand years were awakened for the first time.

In a place where no one could see, Meng Jiao worked hard to dig, but this time even the system DD was confused.

"The data is wrong? That shouldn't be the case, sister. This data is provided by the main system~"

Meng Jiao squatted there and pondered for a long time. This was the third time she had missed a target.

As the old saying goes, there is always a third time, well done, you have successfully aroused her competitive spirit.

Seeing that she finally stopped running around, Jing Ling thought that his empty city persuasion plan had worked. He was about to turn over and continue to sleep, but he found that all his small restrictions containing living beings began to become chaotic at the same time.

Meng Jiao hangs indifferently between heaven and earth, and the gentle vitality spreads from her palms, caressing every inch of this world.

The thunderclouds above her head were getting lower and lower, but at this moment, looking at the soft light all over her body, she seemed a little reluctant to let the thunder strike her.

The spirits in the realm were busy dividing the continents, but there were still some intelligent beasts and spiritual plants rushing towards Meng Jiao.

He was so angry that he shouted and directly forced those small restrictions to be sealed, and then he appeared in front of Meng Jiao in a flash.

"Human girl, what on earth do you want to do!"

Slowly opening her eyes, Meng Jiao looked at the towering tree in front of her with eyes full of respect and awe.

The moment Mu Sheng looked at her, he suddenly wondered if he was speaking too loudly as the child was still young.

Just the next moment,

"Senior, I want the artifact, thank you."

Okay, I take that back, this kid did it on purpose.

"You haven't gone through any tests, and you still want a divine weapon? Why don't you go to heaven?"

Meng Jiao blinked obediently and looked around. Her eyes clearly showed that she was in heaven.

"Then I will listen to you and accept the test after I have survived the thunder tribulation. Thank you for your guidance."

Wen Yanmu was choked up, and only then did he look around Meng Jiao.

Meng Jiao did not stop it. He couldn't see the system, but she couldn't hide it from others.

"Hey, you have a body of the ethereal spirit and the energy of the primordial universe. It's no wonder that you, little kid, have such a thunder tribulation."

Meng Jiao could sense that in his eyes, besides admiration, there was also a hint of barely perceptible regret.

Just as she was about to ask, she heard the big tree in front of her stretch out a branch towards her.

"Little girl, my name is Mu Sheng. Would you like to make a promise with me?"

"it is good."

......

Under the sky, the vast wilderness,

The thunder rumbled like thousands of drums, and lightning flashed frequently in the clouds from time to time.

Silver and blue colors interweave, and the spreading dark clouds are so oppressive that it makes it hard to breathe.

Everyone in the other forbidden areas of the secret realm saw this scene, and their throats became dry and they couldn't help swallowing.

Cultivators always go against the will of heaven, so most of them, whether they are from a sect or independent cultivators, quickly rushed towards the direction of the thunder tribulation, wondering what kind of rare treasure had descended upon the world.

At the entrance of the secret realm, the monks who were waiting to defeat the evil woman in red and the people from other sects who were waiting for their fellow disciples also saw the strange phenomenon in the sky.

Huaqin looked at the familiar golden color in the thundercloud, and her guess was instantly verified. The expression on her face became even heavier.

Noticing Hua Qin's expression, Mo Yanchen's uneasiness grew even more. He had obtained the Yin Lin Heart, but he could no longer enter the secret realm. What should he do?

In a corner where no one cared, Mo Yanchen lowered his head and held the jade pendant Meng Jiao gave him, rubbing it with his fingertips.

The air briefly passed through his chest, but it was so heavy that he almost couldn't breathe.

After taming the Purple Lightning Dragon Eagle, Meng Jiao sat on it calmly waiting for the thunder to fall. Suddenly, she noticed the movement of the Dharma image, and she instantly entered a state of meditation and switched her consciousness.

With her eyelids slightly raised, "Meng Jiao" pinched Mo Yanchen's chin and smiled at him maliciously.

"Disciple, is there something you want to ask me?"

Mo Yanchen gritted his teeth secretly, and held Yin Lin's heart flat between the two of them with both hands.

"Master needs it, you can help...uh..."

Meng Jiao pressed her fingers hard, digging her fingertips into the soft flesh of his cheek and releasing them again, repeating this process over and over again like a curious child who had just gotten a toy.

"I seem to value you very much, little guy. I don't have any dark power in my body, so I don't need the Yin Lin Heart~"

"I'm talking about Master, not..."

Mo Yanchen was unable to say the following words, because the pupils of the person in front of him had turned blue.

Meng Jiao indifferently withdrew her hand, turned around and walked back to the original position, twisting her fingers under her sleeves, thinking that this thirteen-year-old handsome boy has a tender face.

"The things were originally brought for you to use. I don't need them. Just wait patiently and don't call me again. Do you understand?"

Mo Yanchen nodded blankly while holding the thing, until he saw the person in front of him close his eyes again.

But if he calls her, will the master sense it?

And whether what she just said was true or false, the situation was urgent. Even if he had many questions, he could only bury them in his heart temporarily.

In the secret realm, Meng Jiao just opened her eyes and was met with a thunderbolt. She jumped up and took the thunderbolt, kicking the purple lightning dragon eagle away.

"Damn, this thunder tribulation has no moral principles. Xiao Zi, get out of the way."

The others who were hiding nearly a hundred feet away were stunned when they saw this scene.

"She, she took the initiative to receive the thunder? Am I blind?"

"Lan, isn't Immortal Lan Meng a mutant of ice spirit roots?"

While the independent cultivators were still sighing, the elders of the major sects and other races were thinking more.

Such a thunderstorm, so terrifying,

The human race will have another Divine Transformation cultivator...

Three days later, Meng Jiao's hair flew away from her again. She wore dragon skin and gritted her teeth, pointing her middle finger to the sky.

Lei Jie didn't understand, but he accidentally realized that she was provoking him.

After ten days, Meng Jiao's stomach growled with hunger, and the thunder above seemed to be deliberately against her, striking whatever she took out.

So she was so angry that she started to curse at the sky with the ice sword on her head...

Half a month later, the thunderclouds shrank, leaving only that golden tinge. She still refused to give up, so she simply went into the clouds and chased after him, pulling his tail...

The crowd of onlookers was quite large at first, but in the end, due to the wrath of the thunder tribulation, only a few leaders of large clans and elders of sects were left.

Several people went from initial surprise to horror, and finally to numbness.

Now I can calmly sigh as the auspicious cloud symbolizing the entry into the realm of spiritual transformation slowly floats over.

Immortal Lord Lanmeng, I’m afraid that Tianxuan will rise again this time.