the enemy is always on the verge

The dark red sky thunder pierced through the black clouds and fell suddenly, Yun Rong seemed to be in despair.

Before Chengjing could react to Yunrong's words, he heard him struggling and shouting, "No! I'm going to die!"

Cheng Jing has never seen Xie Ci lose his composure like this, he has always been as warm as the morning sun and as gentle as the spring breeze, as if he can deal with big things calmly.And his red-eyed, painful and desperate appearance now made Chengjing's heart ache suddenly.

He pressed Yunrong's head, hugged him tightly, and tried to imitate Yunrong's usual gentle appearance and whispered, "Don't be afraid, we'll be fine."

"boom!"

Tianlei was close at hand, and the Baiyue Sword that had just recognized its master suddenly flew out to block the two of them.The Baiyue Sword is a true treasure, with its own spirituality, and it can possess basic means of attacking and defending against enemies without being driven by spiritual power.

Yun Rong didn't expect that the Baiyue Sword he subdued unintentionally would come in handy at this time, the world's affairs are intertwined, as if the final outcome was doomed from the beginning.

However, Bai Yuejian's ability is limited after all, and without the master's infusion of spiritual power, it is impossible to resist the nine-nine-day calamity experienced by this Mahayana monk with his own ability.

Tianlei, who still had enough strength, suddenly struck Chengjing's back, Chengjing's body trembled, and the sound of gnawing gums was close to his ears.

It hurts, never hurts like this.It was as if a knife had cut open his back suddenly, ripping out the flesh and blood from his body.He wanted to bang his head against something to relieve the maddening pain.

But if that is the case, he will definitely frighten Xie Ci.

This was the only thought in Chengjing's remaining rationality.

Yun Rong's eye sockets were about to burst open, Cheng Jing's embrace was so warm that he wasn't even affected at all, but he was shaking so badly, the fear in his heart was even worse than when he bumped into Cheng Jing with his real body.

"Chengjing!" He called out, trying to struggle but not daring to move.

That is the ninety-nine heavenly calamities in the Mahayana period!Back then, he set up several barriers in the Demon Palace, and it took an unknown amount of rare magic weapons to survive the first 98 barriers, but the last barrier in this nine-nine-day calamity was the superimposed power of the previous ones!But there were only two of them with one sword, and Chengjing's physical body took the blow.

Yun Rong's eyes suddenly became moist, and tears flowed down his wide-open eye sockets, a string of them, wetting the ground unstoppably.

"Chengjing...Chengjing..." He choked up, not knowing what to do with this man who was suffering inhuman pain.

But soon, he had no time to care about anything else.

Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulations are the ascension to the heavenly thunder, and after the Heavenly Tribulation, spiritual rain will fall to recast the muscles and bones of the monks who are about to ascend.

Originally, for a Mahayana monk, this process would not be too painful.On the contrary, it will obtain the primary immortality due to the removal of residual turbidity in the body and the newborn body.

But for a mortal with no cultivation base and all his veins destroyed, it would be like breaking all the bones in his body and removing the connecting tendons, and the bone-eating pain made Yun Rong scream in an instant.

Before Chengjing recovered, he asked nervously, "Thank you! What's wrong with you?"

Yunrong was in so much pain that he couldn't speak at all, or he couldn't hear a sound at all, his body was too weak, he couldn't even push Chengjing who had just been hit by the thunder, so he had to insert his fingers hard| Into the soil, the ten fingers that scratched were bleeding.

To prevent him from harming himself, Chengjing quickly grabbed his hand and pressed it under his body, "Thank you? Don't be afraid, it won't hurt..."

Cheng Jing didn't know what was going on at all, the thunder came out of nowhere and was extremely powerful, maybe it could be said that the aptitude of life thanks was excellent.Because only those monks with particularly high qualifications will get the jealousy of heaven, but they have never heard that the pain of Tianlei will be so painful that it is unbearable!

The pain became more and more severe, and Yunrong finally passed out because he couldn't bear it.Cheng Jing was shocked, but soon he found that the wound on Xie Ci's body was fading and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.Just like a monk reborn after successfully conceiving a baby, the scars left in the past and the lost body will regenerate.

The scars disappeared very quickly, spreading from under his body, and all the scars on Xie Ci's face disappeared in the blink of an eye, revealing his original flawless face.

However, at this time, he can no longer be called "thank you".

Chengjing's pupils constricted suddenly, as if he had forgotten the pain, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The person in his arms was clearly Yun Rong, whom he had hated and couldn't find anywhere!

"Yun...yun..." Chengjing spoke several times, but he couldn't pronounce these two syllables completely. His heart was beating violently, and his eyes seemed to be nailed.

What's going on... what happened?Why did his gift suddenly become Yunrong! !

"That's Ninety-Nine Heavens Tribulation." Wu Nian's voice came from behind, but Cheng Jing no longer had the ability to think.

"I never expected that you would be able to survive the last bout of the Nine-Nine Heavens Tribulation. Only Yun Rong survived the entire Cultivation Continent." Wu Nian said slowly. With the power to counterattack, he didn't have to rush to do it at all.

He fiddled with the rosary with his wrinkled hand, and looked up at the black clouds that were gradually dissipating in the sky, "Yunrong is a born demon, and he can only cultivate demons with the blood of a demon dragon. Fleeing for life and feigning death by exploding Neidan, unexpectedly, he became possessed by demons, and the only way to avoid being backlashed by demonic blood is to cut his skin and let blood out."

Wu Nian squinted at Cheng Jing who was still lying on Xie Ci's body, he was like a stone statue unable to think and act, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sunlight passed through the clouds and slanted on the winding wound left by the ferocious thunder on his back , the blood is like the red glow soaked in the sky.

Wu Nian snorted disdainfully, "Perhaps, he ruined his appearance just to get close to you. He was able to ascend and escape here early, but it was because of your love that he wasted nearly a hundred years to wait for this thunder."

Cheng Jing stared, countless pictures flew through his mind uncontrollably, and the soul mirror on his chest hit his chest violently with every breath.

He thought of Xie Ci's dejected look every time he mentioned Yunrong and gritted his teeth and became furious. He thought of Yunrong's nervous, desperate and cautious gaze in the dungeon of his previous life. He remembered that it was not enough for him to pierce Yunrong's dantian with his sword However, he had to take out and destroy the inner alchemy that he had refined for him with his own hands, and even remembered the way Yun Rong rubbed against his arms involuntarily when he was dying in pain and convulsing!

That day Yunrong begged him to let him go, he begged himself to let him die happily, but he refused, not only killed the person he cherished the most with his own hands, but even tortured him to death with the most cruel methods!

In the dungeon, he was bullied by others, and saw himself when he was in pain and helpless.Chengjing still remembered how nervous he was at that time, he was obviously out of shape and had only one breath left, but he quickly closed his legs and curled up.He was afraid that he would recognize him, but he was so looking forward to saving him.

He was afraid that he would hate him if he knew his true identity, and he would not want him after knowing that he was insulted by others. He could even endure others trampling on his dignity, but he didn't dare to bet that he would be cold and decisive after knowing the truth. possible.

It turned out that he had always been in love with this person, such a stubborn, strong and cowardly person, his lover was not ordinary, but a proud son of heaven who was willing to condescend for him.

But this should be the most beautiful relationship, just ruined in his hands.He personally destroyed everything he owned because of his indifference, assertiveness, and ambiguous attitude.

Seeing that Chengjing had no reaction, Wu Nian felt bored, "Since you know the truth, you should go on the road without complaint or regret. If you have anything to say, just talk to Yun Rong in that world!"

The staff in his hand was raised high, and the ring on the staff glowed with a dazzling white light.

At this moment, Chengjing suddenly roared, raised his hand suddenly and took Wu Nian's stick with his bare hands, Wu Nian didn't react at all, and the staff was thrown flying by this force.

He saw Chengjing standing up with a wound that was half an arm's length behind him, his eyes were scarlet, and his hair was like fire, like a ghost crawling up from the ground.

"Hmph!" Wu Nian snorted coldly and called back the magic staff, "I really think highly of you to be taken away by the heart demon, and you are nothing more than that. Such a state of mind is not worthy of being my opponent."

The person controlled by the demon could not understand what he said, but rushed forward like crazy, didn't even know how to use a sword, and only used his body and fists to attack.

"It's really ugly." Wu Nian dodged it easily, "You have reached the middle stage of transformation at the age of two hundred, but you ended up in such a miserable end. Heaven and reincarnation have destiny, you should stop struggling as soon as possible."

The staff hit Chengjing's body one after another, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, he got up again after being knocked down, and used all the most primitive means to prevent this person from approaching Yunrong.

Chengjing was tightly entangled, and Wu Nian gradually lost his patience, and cursed, "Get out, little bastard! If you don't know how to flatter me, I'll dig out your heart as well!"

This sentence angered Cheng Jing instantly, he seemed to be able to understand what Wu Nian wanted to do, and at this moment he raised his hand and firmly caught Beng Yue's sword.The blow was so swift that it broke the staff suddenly, and threw Wu Nian to the distant stone wall.

Wu Nian was startled, this demon has a spirit!It is already a monster through and through. You must know that the inner demon itself has no intelligence, but once it can rely on thinking to act, it will reach the level of a real demon, and it will be in the status of a demon race. !

Wu Nian's heart was burning with a monstrous anger, why he could not attain Taoism and immortality after 5000 years of painstaking practice, and Yun Rong reached the top of Mahayana in only 500 years!And the lunatic in front of him even has such a level of heart demon!Why should everyone be favored by heaven above him!But he was devoted to Taoism but was never accepted!

Wu Nian gritted his teeth with hatred, but the next moment he found that Cheng Jing in the distance had disappeared, and before he was sure that it really disappeared, a long sword suddenly pierced his dantian.

Wu Nian looked at Cheng Jing in disbelief, his face was icy cold, only his eyes and long hair were red like fire, so dazzling as the sun that pushed away the clouds and mist at that moment.

No!No!The late stage of fusion that he only cultivated in 5000 years!He swallowed thousands of hearts in exchange for today's spiritual power!At this moment, it was as if a hole had been opened suddenly, and it flowed out of the body suddenly!

"My spiritual power..." Wu Nian stared and reached out to grab it, the spiritual energy was tangible but like smoke, it dissipated before it touched it.

Chengjing drew out his sword, raised it high, and slammed down the second sword.

Seeing that the sword tip was getting closer and closer to him, Wu Nian immediately left his body and separated his soul to escape. Without the soul, his body aged instantly and soon lost its vitality.

The man like a scarlet fire ghost quietly drew his sword, walked slowly to the side of the handsome and extremely dusty man who was unconscious on the ground, and knelt down deeply.

The black clouds dissipated, leaving only a clear sky.