Dressed as a sick beauty

Hundreds of miles of uninhabited land suddenly thundered.

Boom!

The silent night sky was shattered, and tens of millions of silver snake-like thunders landed, meandering and hitting the ground. Looking from a distance, the sky and the earth were as bright as day.

The earth trembled, the deafening thunder sounded continuously, and the quiet and continuous mountains turned into an endless thunderfield in the blink of an eye. Even if they were thousands of miles away, they could still feel the shocking pressure overflowing from it.

Countless monks woke up from their dreams and left their beds to go out.

"This breath, could it be that there is a powerful person to overcome the calamity?!"

"It's beyond the reach of human beings. This is a vision from heaven, and there must be treasures in this world!"

"Looking in the direction, it's the Northern Territory. It's really a land of outstanding people. No wonder it lasts for so long!"

......

In the dark sky, a ray of thunder flashed on the horizon.

On the cliff rising from the ground, black mist billowed and surrounded a hall immersed in the night.

The cold and cloudy air flowed out from the wide open palace door, and the candlelight inside was faint.

The dark light fell on the man who was sitting on a high place.

He closed his eyes lightly, and stayed alone in the terrifyingly silent hall, with a slender hand lightly resting on his forehead, and the index finger wearing the bone ring, tapping his forehead time after time.

At one moment, he opened his cold eyes, which turned into misty black mist in an instant, and at the next moment, a tall figure was already standing on the jade tiles of the main hall, looking towards the northern sky with his hands behind his back.

Not long after, a black figure appeared next to him, "Master, please ask your subordinates to go and check, there may be secret treasures born like this."

Su Moye: "It's not a secret treasure."

The man was startled, this sky thunder is not like crossing a catastrophe, and it is not a treasure in the secret realm, so it is impossible: "The master suspects that someone casts a spell, how is it possible, who has such earth-shattering ability!"

"Who says there is no one, as long as there was only one person," Su Moye raised the corners of his lips mockingly, "but I killed him."

The man in black's face changed, and a heavy name was stuck in his heart.

——The talisman master of the Northern Territory, Wen Yu.

All the disciples of Fan Sen Luo Temple hated him deeply and were frightened by hearing about him. Even though he was buried in the ghost building for ten years, he was still pressing down on the sky of Sen Luo Hall like an insurmountable mountain, with suffocating despair.

"If, if that person is possible, but no matter how powerful he is, he is no match for the Hall Master. The Divine Power of the Hall Master will avenge the great revenge of the Sen Luo Hall! Demon Monarch Suye has a spirit in the sky, and he will be extremely pleased!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his shoulders sank, and he met a pair of dark eyes.

"Who told you, he is no match for me."

The men in black were sweating profusely. Their current palace lord, Su Moye, was the son of the Demon Lord's elder brother. Because of his blood, he was somewhat similar to the Demon Lord.

At this time, when he was staring at him, he seemed to be reborn as a demon king. If he hadn't been pressed on his shoulders, the man in black would almost kneel down, and he echoed tremblingly: "Yes! This subordinate is wrong, please punish him. "

"You see, even you know that I am no match for him,"

Su Moye looked at the man and suddenly smiled, "Then tell me why he died at my hands."

The man in black trembled all over, and after another "reply", he held his breath and said, "Because, because the palace master endured the humiliation, he hibernated by his side for many years, cooperating with the great elder, so he killed him in one fell swoop..."

A hand passed through his chest, and the man in black stared wide-eyed, unable to speak the unfinished words.

"Wrong answer."

Su Moye withdrew his hand expressionlessly.

His slender hands were stained red with blood, from the fingertips to the wrists, were bloody, except for the bone ring on the index finger, which was protected by a ring of spiritual power, spotless.

The figure that rolled down from the roof of the hall fell into a pile of mud, Su Moye wiped his hands with a disgusted expression on his face.

I don't know whether I hate the blood in my hand or myself who is stained with blood, and wiped it while muttering: "It's you who don't admit your mistake, you said it, don't regret it, don't regret it, and don't regret it until death! In this case, I also don't regret it." No regrets for killing you - never!!"

Northern Territory Holy Palace.

At night, a group of patrolling guards walked in the corridor, and suddenly stopped, looking at the faint thunder in the sky.

"Send someone to check it quickly," the leader frowned, and immediately ordered in a low voice, "The domain master's birthday is approaching, and he has been more vigilant recently, and he must not slack off."

Everyone behind him said in unison: "Yes!"

In the huge domain master's bedroom, the lights were brightly lit.

Behind a curtain of delicate light curtains, the most supreme person in the Northern Territory is lying on the couch with his eyes closed, his hands lightly resting on the bedding, and his knuckle fingers slightly curled up.

birthday......

—— "Today is my birthday, all the sects of immortal sects, famous cave houses, and hundreds of families in the national city are vying to present gifts, why don't you give them? Are you underestimating me!"

——"What? Today is our little domain master's birthday?!"

——"You... bastard! I'm leaving!"

——"Okay, I lied to you, let's go out of the palace and set off fireworks for you."

——"Everyone else racked their brains to prepare congratulatory gifts, so you just use a few bunches of fireworks to prevaricate me, hum, don't pull me, I'll go by myself!"

The two figures were in front of one another, and the younger boy was walking in front, muttering, and his exquisite brocade boots had just stepped out of the palace gate.

Looking up, the entire night sky was illuminated by bright fireworks.

That night, the Holy Palace behind him was brightly lit, and the runes flickered over the entire Northern Territory in front of him, and Wanli was what he liked.

The young domain master on the bed opened his eyes, took out an old and gray jade slip from under his pillow, looked at it for an unknown amount of time, and said in a low voice: "You deserve it, you deserve it, you are seeking your own death, you... .”

He seemed to be accusing, but then his angry voice changed, and he didn't know whether it was resentment or hatred, "Let you beg me, let you bow your head...is it that difficult?"

Nanling Chu Family.

Dark clouds hover over it, and the wind and rain are about to come.

Green lotus plants swayed in the wind, causing ripples on the surface of the pool.

The door of the room facing the lotus pond suddenly opened, and the lights on the desk in the room were constantly on. A man in white clothes in casual clothes came out, looked up to the north, and for a long time moved his gaze to the green lotus in the pond.

He stretched out his hand and lightly touched the lotus petals with his fingertips.

——"Chu Baiyue, don't listen to their nonsense, what's wrong with the division of the family, what's wrong with not being born in Nanling, you are still the most outstanding child of the Chu family, and you will be the head of the family sooner or later!"

—— "Bai Yue! Chu Bai Yue! Help, my talisman is getting wet!"

——"Bai Yue, do you know what they call me now...the talisman master, but I don't want to draw talismans anymore."

——"Bai... Patriarch Chu, please stay safe, I am fine in the ghost building."

"fraud."

The man in white by the pool whispered, withdrew his hand, turned around and left with a flick of his sleeve.

The heavy rain poured down, the wind raged violently, and an invisible barrier covered the flower pond. As the stars moved, the green lotus remained the same.

On the other side, the world is in turmoil.

The disciples of Tianzong were battered by the sudden lightning, and lost their usual appearance as disciples of the immortal family, and ran around in the forest where silver snakes danced wildly.

--boom!

"Ahhh! What's going on! It hurts! It's almost ripe!"

- Crack!

"Help! Ouch! Help!"

——Boom!

"Yujian can't, and I can't stop it! Ouch! My clothes are on fire!"

Wen Qiushi threw away the small tree branch, looked at the runes flowing with aura on the ground, and looked at the disciples who were being chopped back and forth amidst the lightning and thunder, clasped their hands together and raised them above their heads guiltily.

What a disaster, I'm so sorry!

He didn't expect the magic talisman to be so powerful in this world, without paper and pen, just draw it casually, the power of this lightning-attracting talisman is so great.

Wen Qiushi lowered his head apologetically.

In his original world, probably due to the lack of aura, the wind talisman, water talisman, and fire talisman he drew would not respond in any way. What he could really use was to ward off evil spirits, but the master asked him to learn it without distinction. Therefore, even if it is useless, he will also practice and remember it.

This is also the first time he has seen the effect of the lightning-inducing talisman, and he did not expect the power of the talisman to be so powerful.

Wen Qiushi looked at the runes on the ground again, and there was a little bit of spiritual power on them.

The original main cultivation base has been abolished, but there is still a trace of spiritual power in his body. When he drew the talisman just now, he probably used it unconsciously. Therefore, even if there is no talisman paper and cinnabar to carry it, with spiritual power as a medium, it can still make the spiritual talisman show its power.

Wen Qiushi couldn't help thinking: relying on a little spiritual power to have such a talisman power, if I have a cultivation base in the future, wouldn't I be able to destroy the world...

Wait, what am I thinking?

Guilty! Guilty!

The patriarch is above, the disciple will never have such a rebellious heart!

Will bless all living beings, worthy of heaven and earth!

Wen Qiushi repented unceasingly, until the screams of "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" around him pulled him out. He blinked and squatted under the only tree that was safe and sound.

sizzle.

Thunder flowers flickered, and the grass at his feet was scorched.

Wen Qiushi, who was about to do something, looked terrified and shrank back.

That's it.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

The sky thunder fell within the time of a cup of tea, and the forest was already a mess, with scorched earth all over the ground.

Most of the disciples who fled here and there just now gave up struggling and lay down on the ground weakly, being struck by the silver lightning falling from the sky from time to time, they moved twice.

The only two who are in good condition are Mu Qingyuan and Zhang Jianjian.

But compared to Zhang Jianjian who was breathing black smoke, Mu Qingyuan was in no other distress except for his hair being a little messy.

Holding the Qingshuang Sword in his hand, he faced the sky thunder directly, and on one side of the figure amidst the flashing silver light, he used his spirit sword to turn aside the silver thunder that was attacking him.

boom!

Thunder bursts.

Mu Qingyuan looked at the safe and sound people under the tree through the scorching smoke and black fog, frowned, and approached while avoiding the lightning strike.

At this moment, a slender figure approached in an instant.

Wen Qiushi leaned against a tree and fell asleep uncontrollably amidst the overwhelming thunder, his pale face showing tiredness.

The mental power consumed to draw a talisman is extraordinary. Seeing that the thunder would not harm people's lives, but would at most make people suffer some physical pain, Wen Qiushi curled up, covered himself with ink fur, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

On the bare wrist, the little blood-colored bell rang softly.

Gu Moze appeared in front of him, his expression slightly relaxed, and then he glanced at the ink fur that was draped over his body, and his brows were completely relaxed.

Click!

A bolt of thunder strikes the young disciple who let down his vigilance.

A plume of black smoke rose from Gu Moze's arm.

At dawn, the thunder gradually subsided, hundreds of miles of mountains and forests were razed to the ground, and the air was filled with scorched smoke.

Wen Qiushi opened his eyes and woke up, leaning against the only surviving tree, sitting on the left and right were two nephews, they looked fine except for a little tired.

As for the other disciples...

Wen Qiushi walked around, his eyes swept over the scattered disciples in the forest, who looked like charred corpses, and counted them, 57 of them, including the two sitting under the tree, one of them was not bad.

Wen Qiushi turned around to look for some water and a leaf.

There were all swarthy faces, and he couldn't tell who it was, so he found someone nearby, squeezed his chin, and fed some water into his dry mouth.

"Wake up and drink some water."

Zhang Jianjian heard the sound, opened his eyes only to realize that it was dawn, the thunder stopped, he fell to the ground sprawled, a touch of sweetness touched his thirsty lips.

He froze for a moment, and his gaze fell on the squatting person beside him.

The young man had black hair and a shawl, with thin sweat dripping from his snow-white forehead. He wiped it with one hand, and slowly poured the clear water he found into his mouth with the other. During the whole process, he kept frowning and looked at him with a worried expression.

Zhang Jianjian's mind trembled violently, and the tip of his nose twitched.

elder...

Elder Wen...

He was prejudiced by the rumors before, and he often criticized him for his actions on weekdays. Elder Wen should know this, but he didn't expect to ignore the past and even find water for him at this time.

"Elder, you, don't be so nice."

After hearing this, the young man sighed: "Oh, it's all my fault."

"Who said that! Elder, you are the best!" Zhang Jianjian burst into tears.

Wen Qiushi saw that he was agitated and the skin on his body was cracked again, so he quickly agreed a few times, and after he drank the water to regain his energy, he squatted down next to another disciple.

The disciple was still in the state of being struck by lightning, and his expression was dull. After being fed some water, he gradually regained consciousness.

The only bright eyeball on his face turned around, and when he saw Wen Qiushi who was wearing an elder's uniform, he was slightly taken aback, and the sweetness in his mouth became mixed, "Elder, I, I have buried you before."

The young man waved his hand indifferently: "There are too many people who have scolded me. There is no need to mention the past. Today's incident happened because of me. It is my fault."

But this disciple couldn't hear anything else at this time, and stayed at the first half of the sentence, and the uncontrollable bitterness rushed straight into his heart.

Elder Wen has been living with endless accusations and curses all these years. It can be said that everyone shouts and beats him. He never thought that there is no resentment in his heart. He was ridiculed by them last night. Today, when they experienced thunder and punishment and were defenseless, they did not vent their grievances. , did not stand idly by, but propped up his sick bones and looked around for water for them.

"Elder..." "Elder Wen..."

For a moment, all the disciples trembled, and regret appeared on their faces.

Wen Qiushi went to fetch some water and came back, looking at the disciples who were still waiting eagerly, he planned to drag him to a place to save time.

Mu Qingyuan happened to come over and helped him arrange all the disciples in a row.

On the other side, Gu Moze sat on a branch with his arms folded, looked at the two people who were busy on the ground, and then glanced at his fellow disciple who was dying, and curled his lips mockingly.

A little thunder will turn into this appearance, and others need to take care of it.

Humph.

After Mu Qingyuan finished moving the last disciple, his eyes fell on Wen Qiushi inexplicably, and he was about to speak when his figure flickered.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Qiu looked at him.

Mu Qingyuan frowned, probing the restless spiritual power in his body, "I'm going to break through."

When everyone on the ground heard this, they all showed envious expressions. Mu Qingyuan was originally the No.1 disciple, leaving them far behind, and now he is about to break through again.

"Good thing!" Zhang Jianjian tried to raise her neck when she heard this, "Your cultivation base is improving too fast, unlike me, it's been more than a year... wait!"

Zhang Jianjian took a breath, and blushed excitedly: "My spiritual power is also restless, it seems to be breaking through!"

Not long after, many disciples spoke out again.

"I feel the precursor to a breakthrough!" "I feel it too!" "Me too!"

Wen Qiushi: "???"

The change of spiritual power before the breakthrough was still some time away from the real breakthrough. Wen Qiushi took advantage of this time to find some edible wild fruits for everyone.

Go in a long row and feed one by one.

These disciples were immersed in the joy of cultivation, and they were not polite to him. They said one after another: "Elder, I want it too," "Elder, you should give her a bigger one," "Elder, I have never eaten any fruit that the elder picks." ever so sweet. "

Not far away, Gu Moze, who was watching this scene, narrowed his eyes slightly, and jumped down from the tree with a sullen face.

Seeing him approaching, everyone's relaxed expressions changed, and Qi Qi became nervous.

When breaking through, you must concentrate on it, and you are most taboo to be disturbed by others. At least, your cultivation base will stagnate, and at worst, you will go crazy.

Looking at Gu Moze's gloomy eyes, it was obvious that the visitor was not kind.

"not good,"

"How to do?"

"No opponent at all!"

Everyone watched with bated breath, and then saw the gloomy Gu Moze grabbing their elders, and immediately became furious: "Stop! Don't hurt..."

Halfway through the conversation, the disciples of Tianzong who were lying on the ground, unable to move, saw Gu Moze holding Wen Qiushi's wrist, and fell down on the scorched ground, like them lying flat.

Everyone: "???"

Wen Qiushi was also stunned: "What are you doing?"

Gu Moze looked at him with dark eyes, and his thin lips moved slightly: "I was hurt too."

Wen Qiushi: "?"

He looked up and down, but couldn't figure out the severity of the injury that caused Gu Moze to fall to the ground.

Seeing Qiu Shi's puzzled expression, Gu Moze let go of his thin wrist, raised his right sleeve, and revealed the only place that was struck by lightning last night.

Then he pointed to the pale scars about the size of a fingernail that were about to disappear.

"Look, it's hurt here."

"I did not lie to you."