Dragons farming in the realm of self-cultivation

Is this a threat?

Lu Xihou immersed his head in the soup in grief and indignation.

Isn't it just a robbery?Fight for one billion spirit stones!

Lu Xihou's body floated up and down in the cauldron, shrinking to a very small size at one time, and becoming very large at another time. He knocked on the wall of the tripod from time to time, making a booming sound.

As his movements became more and more intense, his voice became louder and louder.

From time to time, a piece of the tripod wall protruded and was deformed by the blow.

Seeing this, Jian Wei knocked on the wall of the tripod, signaling him to put it away, so as not to break the top of the tripod.

The calamity cloud above the head is getting thicker and thicker, and every monk can smell the coming of the catastrophe.

The members of the law enforcement team are no longer here.

Jian Wei and Lu Linchun were the only ones guarding the side, and even Sui Han was chased away, lest they be implicated and were accidentally drawn into the range of the thunder tribulation to cross the tribulation together.

"Old Lu, when do you think this catastrophe will really come down?"

Lu Linchun sat cross-legged, eyes half closed, "Three days later, within ten days."

"I guess so too." Jian Wei rested his chin on his hand, "The catastrophe of the Hinayana realm—I remember that we haven't been brewing for so long in the history of Lingyang, right?"

"Have."

"Huh?" Jian Wei sat up straight, "Who? Why don't I remember?"

"The former city lord."

Jian Wei was stunned for a moment.

Ye Ningyi, the former city lord, was an amazing and talented swordsman who established Lingyang City at the age of five.

But when he was more than 3000 years old, he left the city and his spirit sword and ascended to the fairy world.

That was more than 5 years ago.

The current lord of Lingyang City, Qing Luo, is the spirit sword that he threw down. Everyone in Lingyang has always kept this history secret.

Jian Wei paused for a moment, "You think so highly of this kid?"

Can actually stand shoulder to shoulder with the city lord?

Lu Linchun opened his eyes, "This continent is going to be in chaos. Ah Wei, the world is not peaceful, so heroes will emerge in large numbers."

"It's not that far?" Jian Wei knew that Lu Xihou couldn't hear him, but subconsciously lowered his voice, and asked with a frown, "Isn't it common for the Xueyuan Demon Palace to be in chaos?"

"Not only the snowfield, but also the Kyushu Empire. A fierce battle is inevitable after all."

"Lingyang City is remote, so it shouldn't affect here?" Jian Wei didn't know whether to persuade him, or to comfort himself, "Lingyang has been silent for so many years, there is nothing, what is there to fight?"

Lu Linchun didn't express any further comments.

Jian Wei felt uneasy, she glanced at him, but she didn't get an answer, so she propped herself on her knees and stared blankly.

Several days passed.

"Boom—"

With the sound of spring thunder, it began to rain.

Jane Wei was startled awake.

He sat up straight and felt that the state of Ding Nei was different.

It seems that there is some huge monster entrenched there, gradually recovering.

He turned to look at Lu Linchun.

Lu Linchun opened his eyes at some point, and was staring at the big tripod.

The breath inside the cauldron climbed up little by little, steadily and quickly, and soon it was as dazzling as the scorching sun, making it impossible to look directly at.

The catastrophe is coming!

Jian Wei stood up, and was about to greet Lu Linchun and let him leave together.

Lu Linchun had already walked over, grabbing his arm, "Let's go!"

The two backed away quickly.

Kankan retreated from the range of the Zen room, and a waist-thick bolt of lightning struck straight down against their noses.

The huge roar exploded in their ears, making them instantly deaf.

The catastrophe came so fast!

There was a blank in Jian Wei's mind.

This catastrophe is even more palpitating than the catastrophe when he hit the stage of transforming into a god!

To? Oops!

Lu Linchun led him back quickly.

In the meditation room, the white dragon rushed out of the cave, facing the tribulation thunder and rushing upwards.

He spat out a wave of spiritual power and blasted towards Jie Lei.

With a loud "boom", the tribulation thunder scattered, and countless arc goddesses exploded like scattered flowers.

But Bailong didn't dodge or evade, and bumped into it brazenly.

"Moo-"

The white dragon's roar was somewhat louder than Jie Lei's.

He roared the second tribulation thunder to a standstill for a moment, and then rushed towards him more swiftly.

Under the thick cloud of robbery, there is only black and white between the sky and the earth——

The dark night where you can't see your fingers, and the lightning that is as dazzling as the sun in the sky.

The Lingyang students had already been driven back indoors by the teachers. At this time, only the monks of Hinayana realm and above were still staying outside to watch the tribulation.

"boom--"

Another bolt of lightning struck down, and Bai Long jumped up, colliding head-on with the lightning.

The two sides paused for a moment, and both of them flew upside down by the impact.

The wave of spiritual power exploded and swept away in all directions.

The vegetation was instantly uprooted.

The suspended buildings in the college were affected, shaking up and down in the air, like rootless duckweed.

On the majestic spire of the Lord's Mansion of Lingyang City, which hangs high in the air, a tall figure faces the direction of the college, reaching out and tapping lightly.

Many buildings and plants in Lingyang College calmed down instantly in the wave of spiritual power, and all the impact could avoid them.

Jian Wei raised his head, his eyes fell on the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, and he murmured: "The City Lord has made a move."

As soon as his words came out, they were scattered in the strong wind and thunder.

Lu Linchun heard it, and also looked in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

The tribulation thunder became bigger and more urgent, and it crashed on Bailong like raindrops.

In the blink of an eye, more than 40 tribulation thunders have fallen.

Looking at that posture, it seems that he can't wait to smash him out of his wits.

"boom--"

Another huge thunderbolt landed and struck the white dragon's tail, breaking his tail on the spot and making it unable to swing again.

With its tail injured, the white dragon flew slower and slower, and it became harder and harder to hide.

His body was dripping with blood, and the hot blood dripped on the ground, gradually converging into a stream.

At this time, it began to rain.

The rain was heavy and urgent, and it hurt his naked flesh and bones.

Countless blood flowed down the river, and the smell of rain was filled with blood.

There were bursts of robbery and thunder, and they continued to strike.

All the people watching this catastrophe were all secretly shocked, and even some Hinayana monks couldn't hold on and hid back inside the building.

This thunder calamity is too terrifying, if you look at it any further, you may have a psychological crack and affect your own catastrophe.

Thunder Tribulation has struck 63, and there are [-] more.

According to Lu Xihou's physical condition, he might not be able to hold on anymore.

Tiandao didn't seem to want to give him a way out at all.

Lu Xihou roared unwillingly.

Sorrows resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Hold on a little longer!

His dragon life hasn't started yet!

He hadn't spent all the spirit stones he earned and the materials he had saved, so he couldn't just die like this.

"boom--"

Another thunderbolt struck, breaking off his right hind paw.

Lu Xihou dragged his stump and desperately avoided.

"Xiao Hou!"

Lu Xihou turned his head and glanced in that direction.

Sui Han's face was flushed, his veins bulged, he broke free from the control of the teacher next to him, and threw a flying sword at him with a slap, "Hold on—"

That was Brother Sui's natal flying sword.

He usually doesn't let anyone touch him.

The flying sword rapidly grew in size as it flew over, covering the sky and the sun, firmly protecting the little white dragon.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There were three more thunderbolts, the flying sword was blasted aside, the blade shattered, and hit the ground with a bang.

It's very quiet.

But Lu Xihou heard it clearly amidst the thunderstorm.

He looked back at Sui Han.

Sui Han spurted a big mouthful of blood, and fell straight forward.

"Moo-"

Lu Xihou felt pain in his heart, and Longmu was in tears.

"Oops, why is this catastrophe so powerful?"

"Master Dean!"

Lu Xihou felt something flying over him again, helping him to block the thunder.

He is the chief dean of Lingyang College.

"Ah—the tribulation thunder is coming! Be careful!"

"Dean, you can't make any more moves! If you make any more moves, the Dao of Heaven will regard you as your co-passengers and pull them into the catastrophe!"

"No! This is not a catastrophe at all, this is a devastating blow! Run away!"

"What exactly did Xiao Bailong provoke?"

"There are no more divine beasts in the world, is it because the law of heaven does not allow it?"

"boom--"

Another thunderbolt struck down.

"Xiaohou, don't give up!"

Another roar.

Lu Xihou recognized that it was Lin Jingyun's voice.

Something is flying.

He looked up, and it was a jade pendant.

Using the jade pendant as the starting point, a spiritual shield was instantly formed to protect him firmly underneath.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Another three thunders.

The jade pendant was chopped into powder.

Lin Jingyun spat out a mouthful of blood, clutched his chest and slowly fell down, was held up by the person next to him in time, and dragged away.

Lu Xihou struggled hard.

Do not waste the minds of the teachers.

One after another, tribulation thunder poured down.

No.70 is nine.

Lu Xihou was knocked to the ground, and hearing the noise, two drops of water gushed out of the corners of his eyes.

There's no way, I can't bear it.

His dragon life will end here.

He was lying on his back on the ground, his eyelids drooping weakly, his thoughts drifting away.

It would have been nice if it hadn't been picked up by Dad.

If they hadn't had a fight with Dad, Dad, and their son, and now they were struck to death by lightning, they wouldn't need to be sad.

It would be fine if I didn't come to the realm of self-cultivation.

It's better to slowly die on the earth than to be struck to death by lightning in public.

Two senior brothers were also injured.

I don't know if their talismans were seriously injured for the first time, and whether they can recover.

It's a pity that we met for a while and couldn't say goodbye properly.

Lu Xihou's heart was in a mess, his consciousness became more and more scattered, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and he saw the faces of the two fathers.

He couldn't loosen his claws, and the whole dragon lay limply in the ruins, panting quietly.

He is waiting for the last thunder in Longsheng.

At this moment.

"Om-"

There was a soft sound, and a dark green light shot out from his chest.

The light instantly expanded, enveloping the entire dragon.

With tears in his eyes, Lu Xihou rubbed the light film affectionately.

At this moment, he felt that his father was coming, bending over to hug him tenderly, and protecting him tightly.

"boom--"

The No. 70 nine thunderbolts were still in danger, and the No. 80 thunderbolts took advantage of the momentum to pursue them. The huge force smashed the light film and Lu Xihou into the ground together.

A large black hole was left on the ground.

After being hit hard by this blow, the light film was as thin as a cicada's wing, flashed for a while, and was about to dissipate.

Another familiar breath spread out from the light film, and white light flashed, covering the light green light film underneath.

It's Daddy's breath.

Lu Xihou tilted his head, passed out in severe pain, and fell into sweet darkness.

The last thunder came directly with the power of destroying the sky, but it seemed to be separated from the distance, like the firecrackers on the ground when winter turns to spring, no matter how loud it is, it will not disturb his sound sleep.

The thunder scattered the clouds, and the sky revealed a touch of cool white.

The sky washed by the rain is so blue? It is extraordinarily gentle and quiet.

The medical team of Lingyang College rushed over, carrying a stretcher to send the wounded to the treatment center.

They rushed to the deep pit where Lu Xihou was, and were about to go down, but they saw two more men in the deep pit.

One? Gentle and handsome, one? Cold and handsome.

Qingjun bent over and hugged Xiao Bailong.

The little white dragon seemed very at ease, the moment his body was touched by him, it shrunk automatically, curled up in his arms like a baby, and the broken tail moved a little bit, as if it wanted to curl his arm, being caught He squeezed lightly.