Let the system try to save the world

"If you continue to spend so much spiritual energy protecting these mortals." Qin Xu tore off his gloves with his mouth, and he flexed his fingers covered with a layer of silver dragon scales. "With your spiritual energy at the Qi Refining Stage, you can't beat me."

"So I have to thank you." Xitong kept raising his arms, "What a strong negative emotion."

"Fear, insecurity, anxiety, sadness, and anger."

Xitong took a deep breath, "Aren't these the Heart Devouring Demon's favorite foods?"

The basic body refining technique was running madly in the meridians around the body, greedily devouring these emotions and transforming them into pure spiritual energy at the fastest speed.

Countless black air flew out from thousands of Lewiston students and suddenly injected into Xitong's body in the form of thick black lines.

"The spiritual energy of the Qi Refining Stage is not enough, how about I fight you with the spiritual energy of the Foundation Establishment Stage?"

The clouds in the sky gathered little by little, and everyone in the Psychic Bureau looked up at the same time, looking at the dark sky.

"Dark clouds cover the city and it seems to be destroying it..." Zhong Lixue opened her mouth wide and couldn't help but recite a line of poetry.

Li Feng subconsciously tried to touch the cigarette in his waist pocket, but found nothing. He was a little annoyed, forgetting that he never smoked when he was on a mission.

"Is someone going through a tribulation?" He Shuang stared at the dark clouds that were beginning to gather lightning with a serious expression, "Who could be going through a tribulation now?"

"I don't know." Li Feng crushed a small stone with the heel of his shoe in annoyance. The thunder in the sky has no eyes. Many of them have been stuck in the bottleneck period for many years and cannot break through. If they rush forward rashly, it would be easy for them to die. But if they rush forward, the thunder tribulation will increase, and the scope of the disaster will be expanded to hurt people, which would be bad.

"I only know that if this lightning really strikes, the Psychic Bureau will definitely not be able to afford the compensation."

With a bang, the first thunderbolt landed in Xitong's raised hand. Half of his face was illuminated by the thunderbolt, and the other half was in darkness.

The fair skin on Xitong's palm was struck by lightning, leaving ugly lightning patterns. He wrapped the ever-increasing spiritual energy in his hand and pushed away the thunder with its aftermath!

Qin Xu gritted his teeth, tapped the ground with his tail, and flew up as if he was riding a booster. He dodged the lightning ball sideways and used gravity to hit his calf hard.

This blow was so powerful that Xitong's knee was smashed down several centimeters. Xitong slapped Qinxu's calf with his palm, grabbed his ankle with his backhand, and swung it violently. Qinxu was smashed into the roof of the teaching building, leaving a human-shaped pit.

The second thunderbolt arrived as expected. Xitong pressed Qinxu to the ground. He punched her mercilessly, knocking Qinxu's pretty face to the side.

The main system doesn't know how to be gentle with women at all. He is good at physics and knows that the human body is a conductor.

"Cough." The two of them coughed out a puff of smoke at the same time.

Not sure if it was because this thunder only bullies the weak and fears the strong, but Qin Xu always felt that Xitong seemed to be in a much better situation than him. Qin Xu used up his last bit of strength and kicked Xitong away.

As the saying goes, clouds come from dragons and winds come from tigers. Qin Xu pinched her fingers and chanted spells, and the dark clouds were getting closer and closer to the ground, making people feel uneasy.

But Xitong would never let him complete it.

Xitong approached him and either attacked his fingers to prevent Qinxu from making a gesture, or hit him directly on the head, making it impossible for him to think.

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be stuck and no rain could gather.

But the thunder would not stop. Xitong kicked Qinxu in the face in the lightning, forcing him and himself to be hit by another thunder.

"Xi Tong!" Qin Xu was about to collapse. She and Xi Tong were hit by three thunder strikes in a row. These thunder strikes were not ordinary lightning. They contained a strong power of heavenly punishment, intended to punish these monks who went against the will of heaven.

Even the young dragons were almost unable to hold on. Qin Xu finally got up from the ground. He looked up at the dark clouds above his head that were still brewing lightning, and despair filled his heart. "How many lightning bolts do you have?"

Xitong knelt on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. Even though he was also hit hard by the lightning, Xitong still stood up straight, "Enough! As much as you want!"

"Admit defeat, we will treat the prisoners well." Xitong said.

"I didn't lose." Qin Xu said unwillingly.

"We both received three lightning strikes. I was standing, and you were lying. Isn't that considered a loss?"

"You're so cruel! I didn't need to be struck by lightning!" Qin Xu said harshly. His figure grew taller in the wind again, and his face was covered with a layer of dragon scales. "Could it be that a mere foundation-building person like you could actually attract the nine-nine thunder tribulations?"

"You have a lot of imagination! I had already chopped it." Xitong praised Qinxu. He waved his hand at the sky, "This guy doesn't accept it. Chop him up for me."

"Who do you think you are, the son of Heaven?" Qin Xu had completely transformed into a dragon. He chuckled and sneered, "How could Heaven listen to you?"

The long silver dragon moved gracefully as it circled in the air. It had deer antlers on its head, a snake tail, and fish scales. The only flaw was that it only had four claws under its belly.

"If He doesn't listen to me, who else can He listen to?" Xi Tong asked in confusion, "But you, you still want to transform? Aren't you afraid of dying sooner?"

The thunderclouds in the sky seemed to be provoked. With a crackling sound, an unprecedented huge lightning bolt fell from the sky and hit the center of Qin Xu's dragon body.

Silver-white dragon scales splashed and hot dragon blood spilled all over the ground.

Boom, boom, boom, three loud noises in a row.

Qin Xu's body fell to the ground with a thud, his whole body twitching. A white light flashed, and Qin Xu gradually turned back into his original child appearance, with his eyes closed, having lost consciousness.

"That's enough!" Xitong roared at the sky that was still gathering strength, "Are you really going to kill him with this chop?"

The dark clouds personified great grievance and dissatisfaction, and it took a long time before they slowly dissipated.

The heavy rain rich in spiritual energy finally fell. It was the reward from heaven to every cultivator who defeated the heavenly tribulation. Xitong sat down exhausted, opened his mouth and casually drank the rain water.

The sun shone through the layers of clouds, and a brilliant purple color appeared on the eastern sky.

The white clouds illuminated by the sunlight presented a faint golden glow, and above Xitong's head they changed into various shapes of golden spiritual beasts, sometimes a phoenix, sometimes a unicorn. It amused itself and had a lot of fun.

"The gap between people is even bigger than that between people and dogs." The basin in Zhong Lixue's hand used to catch the spiritual rain fell to the ground. He had just taken it from the bathroom.

After the thunderstorm ended, the people from the Psychic Bureau were finally able to get closer to see the situation in the teaching building. They moved quickly, dragging out various containers from the nearest classrooms and began to collect rainwater.

Many spiritual medicines in the Psychic Energy Bureau are prepared with spiritual rain. Recently, fewer and fewer people have made breakthroughs, resulting in a shortage of spiritual medicines. The last time someone made a breakthrough was when Zhong Lixue was very young, and everyone in the base moved out all the pots and pans in the base and frantically collected rainwater.

"How do I write this PR draft?" He Shuang threw a mop out of the bucket with a sad face. He was holding a big red plastic bucket, and his figure standing in the rain looked so vicissitudes and helpless. "Everyone in Ningcheng who is not blind has seen that dragon and this... this pile of... that thing."

Xitong raised his eyes upon hearing this, and said to the cloud-shaped beast whose name he did not know above his head, "Get lost now, don't you see that it is disturbing my work?"

As everyone in the Psychic Bureau stared in astonishment, the golden cloud formed an extremely abstract expression of sadness, which disappeared from everyone's sight almost instantly.

The sky was clear and it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Everyone in the Psychic Bureau reached out their hands to retain her at the same time. Why don't you keep Lingyu?