The villain's pet apprentice sister is not to be trifled with

When Nangong Chiyang's Sanjiu Heavenly Thunder ended, the demon general and his demon soldiers were a little confused.

What kind of Jindan cultivator is this? The thunder of tribulation he is undergoing is so strong!

Their city lord is a great demon who is above the Spiritual Transformation Stage and has unfathomable strength. The protective concealment barrier condensed by the city lord with the power of the origin was actually split open by the lightning of his tribulation.

The demon soldier asked, "Boss, are we going to die here?"

The demon general didn't care, "How could it be! Although the barrier is broken, we still have the defensive talismans and magic tools given to us by the city lord to protect us!

When they are done with the tribulation, we can escape without anyone noticing..."

Rumble!

The first of Nangong Chiyang's Forty-Nine Heavenly Thunders came down, and the demon cultivator's defensive magic weapon cracked. When the second one came down, the magic weapon was split in half.

The demon cultivator was about to cry: We really want to live another 500 years!

Si Qingyu and Ying Tianxing were working together to survive Ying Tianxing's 39th Heavenly Thunder.

Ying Tianxing called out to Si Qingyu, "Junior sister, I can do it too. You can give me some of it. As long as you don't play it too hard, I can turn it into a piece of music."

Si Qingyu: "Really? Don't lie to me, okay?"

Ying Tianxing: "Playing is playing, joking is joking, I never joke with myself, after all, I am so afraid of death!"

Si Qingyu: “OK!”

So, Si Qingyu became a lightning converter. She first absorbed the most powerful thunder from the sky, and then transformed it into strands of lightning spiritual power and transmitted it towards Yingtian Star.

Ying Tianxing summoned Zui Fusheng and activated his original wood spiritual power, turning sound into spirit. The emerald green spiritual power was overflowing and rustling, interweaving with the thunder and lightning, and the two gradually merged and were absorbed by Ying Tianxing.

In a trance, he recalled the pain of being poisoned repeatedly in his childhood. Every time the hope of recovery was right in front of him, he fell into the torment and despair of illness again and again.

Ying Tianxing looked at the junior sister, the eldest senior brother and the fourth junior brother beside him, as well as the Qingjing Peak that was vaguely visible in the distance.

He used the spiritual power taught by Yunyin to play a melodious, refreshing and mind-concentrating piece of music. In just a few breaths, he broke the nightmare that he had in the middle of the night.

The past is but a fleeting dream, let us face the future together with a smile.

With Si Qingyu's help, Ying Tianxing got through the 39th thunder tribulation very smoothly, and he even passed it safely without taking any pills.

Taking a break, Si Qingyu raised his hands, looked at them, then looked down at his feet. He moved his hands and feet, and when he found that he could still move them, he breathed a sigh of relief with a barely perceptible degree of relief.

Just now, after she absorbed the thunder to saturation again, for a moment, she felt that she was so swollen that she couldn't move, like a piece of wood.

Her hands and feet were like branches and roots, no longer under her control.

Thanks to the universal pen that kept spitting bubbles, her stress was relieved.

Fortunately, the senior brothers were very supportive and knew how to care for their little junior sister. They did not plan to rely on her to survive until the thunder was over, but took the brunt of the thunder themselves.

Qianren had survived the 39th day of thunder, and his lightning umbrella was still not used up!

His friends were simply shocked.

If it weren't for the differences in the techniques they practiced, the thunder tribulations would also be different. Judging from the number of Qianren's umbrellas, they would be enough to support the five brothers and sisters to overcome the tribulation together.

Qianren gained some insights into refining equipment from the degree to which his umbrella cracked each time and the location where it was hit.

The one who suffered from Qianren's thunder tribulation was not himself, but his natal sword.

The sword, which he had spent so much effort to repair, was broken again by the remaining thunder from the sky.

The fracture is neat and tidy, just the same place where it was broken before.

Qianren sighed, but was not discouraged. There were still many days to come, and he could stay in Qingjing Peak and have a lot of time to recover.

The sufferings he had experienced in the past at Qianjia were still fresh in his memory, but they would never again be a fear in his heart.

The inner demon that was like thin ice was instantly shattered by his mind as sharp as a blade.

It seemed as if the Heaven was very displeased that they were able to survive the previous thirty-nine thunder tribulations so easily. The last nineteen thunders were particularly powerful and explosive.

Nangong Chiyang's pupils were filled with two different colors, red and green.

In his left hand, the power of the Netherworld and the dark night gave rise to faint ghostly fire, while in his right hand, a blazing red flame caught every bolt of lightning that came down from the sky, splitting it in two and smashing it towards the "uninhabited" area of ​​the desolate mountain.

The demon cultivator saw that the defensive talisman on his body was burning.

The demon cultivator who was struggling to survive in the cracks: "..."

Damn it, I just want a way out, why is it so difficult?

At this point, they no longer thought about enduring or hiding, as the last life-saving talismans on their bodies were about to burn out.

Damn it, if I fight, it won't be a loss if I can take a few spiritual practitioners away. Maybe if I take a few kids as hostages, I can have a chance to survive.

At the demon general's call, they all picked up their weapons and prepared to fight to the death. Suddenly, they heard a clear female voice shouting from the top of the mountain.

"Sky Thunder Summoning Technique, second move, chain, I've learned it!"

As she finished her words, the talisman on the Universal Pen in her hand took shape. With Si Qingyu as the center, the chain condensed by the power of thunder and lightning spread towards the barren mountains.

As soon as those demon cultivators showed their bodies, they were tied up tightly by lightning chains.

Demon cultivator: "I..."

The next moment, Qianren’s last thunder tribulation fell, containing the purest fire power of heaven and earth.

The remaining thunder splashed and flowed like water, mixed with the power of essence and fire, and fell on the corner of the demon cultivator's clothes. With a sizzling sound, it burned the demon cultivator into a coal ball.

Ying Tianxing's sound attack and Nangong Chiyang's double flames did not have time to be used before all the demon cultivators were annihilated.

Qianren's spiritual rain for transcending tribulation fell down, and Qianren quickly moved towards his eldest and second eldest brothers, allowing the spiritual rain to pour on them as well.

Spiritual rain containing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that nourishes people's souls and spirits continued to fall, washing the broken bodies of Nangong Chiyang and Ying Tianxing. As they continued to repair themselves, it was not difficult for them to deal with the remaining few heavenly thunders.

Upon seeing this, Si Qingyu hurriedly took out the water jar from his storage bag. Seeing that Qianren was fine, he called Qianren to help him take out the water jar.

Such good spiritual rain is an excellent material for alchemy and cannot be wasted.

Si Qingyu looked up at the sky, watching the big thunder brewing, and suddenly had an idea.

It would be a shame to waste such a powerful thunder that can restrain evil spirits. It just so happens that she has time now to think about it.

She was full, but the remaining thunder couldn’t be wasted. She could pack up what she couldn’t finish.

Therefore, Si Qingyu pushed the second level of the speed running technique to its extreme. While running around and throwing formation stones, Si Qingyu comprehended the third level of the speed running technique.

When Nangong Chiyang's thunderbolt descended, he tore it apart with his bare hands, and then heard Si Qingyu say, "Come on, big brother, throw it towards the little flag I have planted!"