Dragons farming in the realm of self-cultivation

Tian Jie had a group of nine thunderbolts, a total of nine groups. In the fifth group, Lu Xihou started to get injured, not lightly.

As Lu Xihou's natal spirit sword, Qing Luo can feel this situation.

He became more and more restless, twisting and turning around Sui Han, his brows were full of anxiety.

Sui Han took his hand and said in a low voice: "It's okay, I can do it myself."

I don't know if this remark is to comfort Qing Luo or comfort himself.

Qing Luo kept rubbing his face with his little hands, until one cheek became red and swollen, and kicked his feet around on the ground. The small deserted island they were on was kicked out of a small hole.

Thunder strikes down one after another.

There was a rumbling sound in the distance, which made people anxious.

Sui Han's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and the hand holding the spirit sword became more and more forceful, and the veins in his hand bulged.

He paid a little attention, but he controlled the strength of Qing Luo's hand just right, and did not hurt Qing Luo.

Jie Lei became more and more anxious.

When another tribulation thunder struck, Sui Han's hand holding the spirit sword was suddenly empty, and his fingers suddenly squeezed into his palm, because of too much force, his nails even pinched his palm.

He suddenly changed color, and suddenly looked back at the other hand.

Qing Luo's body just turned into nothingness, and his hand was also empty.

The incident happened between fire and light stones, even if Sui Han had the ability to transform into gods, he didn't have time to react.

He watched helplessly as the spirit sword that disappeared from his hand turned into a stream of light and disappeared from sight.

Sui Han reacted extremely quickly, immediately threw his sword into the air, stepped on the spirit sword and chased after him.

No matter how fast he could catch up with Qing Luo, the distance between Qing Luo and him was getting wider and wider. When he could see the position of Jie Yun where Lu Xihou was, the spirit sword had already plunged into the group of Jie Yun. middle.

The spirit sword was instantly engulfed by Jie Lei.

The exploding purple-white tribulation thunder flooded the front into white light, and besides the rumbling sound, there was no other sound in Sui Han's ears.

At that moment, he even wanted to rush into the tribulation thunder and fight the thunder tribulation together with Lu Xihou.

As soon as his footsteps moved, he forcibly restrained himself.

Qing Luo is Lu Xihou's natal spirit sword, and it's one with him, so it's fine to rush over.

If he rushed up, Lei Jie would think it was two people crossing the robbery, Lu Xihou would definitely not be able to bear it, and neither could he.

Sui Han gritted his teeth and looked at the scene in front of him.

Lu Xihou's crossing the catastrophe seemed to be shielded by the way of heaven, this time it was only the two of them, fighting against the endless thunder catastrophe on the endless ocean.

"Roar!" Amidst the huge thunderstorm, a dragon chant suddenly burst out.

Sui Han channeled spiritual power into both eyes.

In the center of the purple-white thunderstorm, a spirit sword was enlarged to several feet, firmly withstood the thunder and lightning that struck down one after another.

The white dragon that it firmly protected below was not struck by lightning at all.

Qing Luo turned herself into a sword umbrella!

Sui Han opened his eyes slightly.

It was hard for him to imagine that Qing Luo, who had no sense of the past, would actually do this.

This group of tribulation thunders was soon finished.

During the short gap, the white dragon leaped up suddenly, its giant claws grabbed the spirit sword and wanted to retract it.

The moment he withdrew the spirit sword, the thunderbolt struck from above his head again, hitting his incomplete dragon horn that had just grown halfway.

He immediately uttered a painful roar.

The spirit sword in the dragon's claw jumped for a bit, escaped his control again, enlarged in the air, and blocked all the remaining tribulation thunders of this group with his own body.

Qing Luo directly helped Lu Xihou resist two groups of thunderstorms.

Sui Han was in the distance, but still saw? The tip of the sword was broken off.

This is the eighth group of tribulation thunders.

Last group left.

Sui Han clenched his teeth and looked into the distance.

The last group left either hit Lu Xihou or Qing Luo.

He wished he could replace it with his own body, but there was nothing he could do.

At this moment, Sui Han's thinking even froze for a moment.

He couldn't think of anything.

In the distance, the spirit sword was still firmly blocking the white dragon.

Seeing that the next tribulation thunder is about to come down again.

Bailong suddenly roared, enlarged his body to tens of feet, opened his huge mouth, and suddenly swallowed the spirit sword from bottom to top.

Just as Bai Long closed his mouth, the tribulation thunder that was several feet thick fell down again, directly connecting to Bai Long's figure.

For a moment, Sui Han couldn't tell which was Bailong and which was Jielei.

Can only be seen? The white dragon was chopped stiff, standing straight in the air.

The lightning was obviously splitting very fast, at this moment, Sui Han could even catch the traces of it chopping down inch by inch.

The white dragon below could neither hide nor have any place to hide, so he could only endure it forcefully.

He had nowhere to hide from the heart-pounding pain of seeing his beloved go through the catastrophe, being wounded dripping with blood, so he could only endure it forcefully.

Fortunately, this punishment has an end.

After an unknown amount of time, the last thunderbolt struck, and the clouds in the sky quickly dissipated, gradually revealing a clear blue sky.

The giant dragon finally couldn't resist, and fell straight down from the air, shrinking rapidly as it fell.

Sui Han never passed so fast in his life.

He flicked his sword across the sky, and before Lu Xihou completely fell into the sea, he stretched out his hand to grab the bloody white dragon into his arms.

Countless auras were frantically used from all directions, rushing directly into Lu Xihou's body like a waterfall entering a pool.

The too huge aura even tore open Lu Xihou's wound, causing secondary trauma.

He held Lu Xihou in one hand, and took out the healing elixir from the storage ring with the other trembling slightly, no matter how much it was worth, he poured it into Lu Xihou's mouth.

The elixir melts in the mouth.

Lu Xihou's eyelashes trembled, his consciousness became a little clearer, and Sui Han's figure was reflected in his opened eyes.

He moaned weakly, his body became bigger and bigger, and soon he turned into a human form in Sui Han's arms, with white clothes made of spiritual power on his body.

Sui Han kissed his frowning brows, hugged his body trembling with pain with both hands, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, just bear with it and you'll be fine."

"Yeah." Lu Xihou gradually came to his senses, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and said with difficulty while trembling, "Don't worry."

Sui Han lowered his head and touched his brows with his lips, bloody breath overflowed from his nose, "Look at what you said, you're already like this, if I'm not worried, can it be okay?"

Lu Xihou was amused by his not-so-funny joke, got involved in the wound, and immediately bowed in pain again.

Sui Han hugged him gently with his powerful hands, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, it's okay, it's okay."

Lu Xihou paused for a while, "This time the tribulation is more difficult than I imagined."

Sui Han kissed him, "Normal, if even calamity can be counted, is it still called crossing calamity?"

Lu Xihou was about to laugh again, but forced himself to hold back.

After a pause, he said, "This time, Master is involved again."

"Master loves you too." Seeing that the pain had eased when he spoke, Sui Han deliberately teased him softly, "How is Master?"

"Injured the main body, fell into a deep sleep again. I received the master sword in the dantian and raised it... Ugh!"

While speaking, a large amount of spiritual energy surged through Lu Xihou's meridians, and he cried out in pain, clenching his teeth to resist the wave of pain.

Sui Han couldn't do anything, he could only bow his head and kiss him.

Lu Xihou was in physical pain, while Sui Han was in heartache.

Sui Han hugged Lu Xihou tightly, and after the two of them endured the wave of pain, Lu Xihou said hoarsely, "I seem to have mutated."

Sui Han's heart skipped a beat, and he held Lu Xihou's hand and froze there, looking down at him, "What mutation? Good or bad? Let's go back and find Dean Lu!"

Lu Xihou put his hand on his arm, felt it carefully, and said, "I don't know if it's a good mutation or a bad mutation? I seem to have the function of a sword spirit?"