Xianjun's stand-in ran away

The bright white lightning struck one after another, clearly marking the position of Lu Mingsi to Wei Lan.

Fortunately, after Lei Jie started to show his strength, the original torrential rain stopped, and all the thunderclouds converged towards the only bright place, which made Wei Lan not have to brave the rain on the way to find someone. Even after advancing for a while, I saw the hazy sky after the clouds and rain dispersed.

Wei Lan couldn't fly. Although the area of ​​the back mountain was not that big, the ground after the rain was muddy and difficult to walk.

I can't get up fast, but it's not too slow. I should be able to get there before Lu Mingsi can't hold on.

Wei Lan looked at the sky not far away, worry flashed across her eyes.

——Under the thunderclouds, the thunder that was originally as pure and white as winter snow was gradually stained with light purple.

There are a total of ninety-nine and 81 thunderbolts in Nine Heavens, and every nine will have a qualitative change, which is one calamity.The most obvious change in each kalpa is that the thunder and lightning will gradually change from the least powerful silver-white lightning to a more powerful dark purple lightning.

It is speculated that the last nine thunder tribulations will completely transform into a pure black world-destroying thunder, which is a natural punishment for destruction, and even the most basic particles that constitute the essence of everything in the world can be destroyed together .

The reason for this is speculation, because so far, none of the immortals has survived to the final ninth calamity.

Before Lu Mingsi, the most powerful Immortal Venerable only survived more than 60 lightning strikes, without even seeing the shadow of the eighth catastrophe, he fell on the last thunderbolt of the seventh catastrophe.

Lu Mingsi was stronger than all of them.

Before him, no immortal has ever accomplished such a feat as unifying the Three Realms, so people believe that if it is Minghui Xianjun, there must be no problem in surviving the eighth catastrophe.

Wei Lan thought so too.

However, no one is sure whether he can survive the ninth catastrophe...including Lu Mingsi himself.

According to legend, the Destruction Thunder, which was born for the purpose of destroying the world, is simply not something that manpower can contend with.

Only Wei Lan knows that this legend...is true.

Others just suspected it, but he had seen it "with his own eyes" - in the memory of Shenshu Jianmu.

It is because he has seen it before that he can be very sure that the last calamity of the so-called Nine Heavens Imperishable Calamity does not leave any way for those who pass the calamity. The purpose of its coming is to kill all those who want to break through the limit monk.

——This world cannot tolerate the existence of transcendent immortals.

Even Lu Mingsi couldn't fight against the rules of heaven and earth by himself.

The thunderclouds in the sky are still slowly descending one after another. The color of the thunder and lightning is gradually dyed a rich purple. The thunder and lightning that were originally shattered in mid-air by the invisible sword energy have also become lower and lower. .

When the seventh catastrophe ended, Wei Lan just arrived.

He didn't show up in a hurry, but found a raised rock nearby, and hid silently behind, covering his figure.

——If Lu Mingsi found himself here, he would be mad.

Such a mentality is naturally unable to deal with the more dangerous eighth catastrophe, so before Wei Lan makes a move, he will not let Lu Mingsi discover his existence.

When Thunder Tribulation came, the invisible isolation layer formed around Ying Jie's body unintentionally did Wei Lan a favor, so that Lu Mingsi didn't notice it for a while, and there was another person in the outside world.

At the end of the seventh catastrophe, the last thunderbolt fell, dark purple so thick that it was almost black, like a huge ax piercing the sky, slashing fiercely at the top of Lu Mingsi's head.

he got hurt.

That tall and straight figure was hanging in the air, the band in his hair was disconnected at some point, his long jet-black hair fluttered in the wind, and the Natal Spirit Sword, which rarely showed itself, was tightly held in his right hand. The palm was injured, and blood was dripping down the blade.

Lu Mingsi casually wiped the blood from his palm, raised his head to face the pitch-black thunderclouds in the sky, his eyes were burning with an almost crazy fighting spirit.

"It's nothing more than that! Come again!"

The roar of anger echoed between the sky and the earth, and the thunder cloud seemed to be offended. It rolled and made a roar that shook the sky. The pressure on Lu Mingsi suddenly increased a little, as if warning the tiny humans below. .

——The majesty of heaven and earth, do not offend.

Lu Mingsi took a step back subconsciously, his originally straight spine was slightly bent, and straightened again a little bit.

He looked at Lei Yun who was preparing for the next wave of attack, suddenly raised his arm, pointed his sword at the sky, and laughed loudly: "After I get through your catastrophe, I will take a look, this so-called rule of heaven and earth, What kind of pretentious thing is it!"

The monks are going against the sky.

But even if he became the most powerful immortal in the world, he still couldn't escape the five declines of heaven and man... The rules of heaven and earth are above the world, and every monk is judged ruthlessly.

Lu Ming wanted to ask, why?Why?

For tens of thousands of years, countless predecessors have summed up the so-called rules of heaven and earth with their lives. What exactly are they?

Looking at Daoning's inflexible back, Wei Lan suddenly awakened some memories.

——This kind of back view reminded him of the figure that stood in front of the clansman in the green vine rain when he first met.

He was a little sad.

Lu Mingsi is still as high-spirited as before, but he... is no longer the Wei Lan he used to be.

Do not……

Wei Lan raised her right hand and pressed it on her chest through her clothes, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

It's not like that, Wei Lan...is still the same Wei Lan as before.

He never changed.

It's just that I don't know when it will start... Lu Mingsi, I can't see it anymore.

In the sky, the gathered thunderclouds suddenly stopped for a moment, and the next moment, as if offended, a thunderbolt whose edges were dyed black and only the core was still dark purple descended!

The anger in Lu Mingsi's eyes was suppressed to the limit, and finally broke out completely.

He turned around and flew high, using his natal spirit sword as a spear, facing the dark purple and black thunder straightly!

boom--

After a loud tremor, Wei Lan's eyes were dazzling white, and he temporarily lost his vision. He clenched his fists subconsciously and blinked desperately, trying to regain his sight as soon as possible.

After a few breaths, the dark color finally reappeared in front of Wei Lan's eyes. He saw Lu Mingsi knelt on one knee and supported his body with the spirit sword. There was a bit of distress on his face, but there was no serious injury.

Wei Lan let out a silent breath.

Only when he saw this scene with his own eyes, the heart that had been hanging in the air finally fell back into his chest.

Judging from the power of the first thunderbolt in the eighth catastrophe, Lu Mingsi should be able to pass through the eighth catastrophe safely, and the remaining ninth catastrophe...he doesn't need to worry about it.

Wei Lan relaxed the strength in her hand, and her turbulent eyes returned to calm again.

Lu Ming has successfully survived the first thunderbolt of the eighth catastrophe, much easier than expected, ecstasy after the accident, a faint joy glowed in the dark obsidian-like pupils: this intensity...is nothing to be afraid of!

He raised his head, facing the sky again.

Next came three thunderbolts that fell one after the other, but it was a bit strange that each of these three thunderbolts was weaker than the other, and Lu Mingsi easily blocked them with little effort.

He began to sense that something was wrong.

——The eighth catastrophe... shouldn't be so weak.

After chopping the first three thunderbolts, the thundercloud suddenly stopped as if it had misfired, and the next thunderbolt did not condense for a long time, but the air became heavier and heavier, and Lu Ming was gradually unable to fly due to the terrifying pressure fell to the ground.

Lu Mingsi's face was solemn, and he made a tactic with his left hand almost without hesitation, and quickly opened all the protective spirit weapons on his body.

But as soon as he activated the spirit weapon, Leiyun spit out five lightning bolts one after another, and each lightning bolt was stronger than the previous one, leaving only a small purple spot in the center, which was almost pure black.

Then...the five thunderbolts struck Lu Ming at the same time, almost in no particular order.

Wei Lan, who was hiding behind the rock, changed his expression greatly: The last five thunderbolts of the eighth catastrophe actually came together!

No... It should be said that the previous four thunderbolts were all fake. The so-called eighth catastrophe is the inevitable blow under this accumulated power!

A violent explosion occurred in front of Wei Lan's eyes, and the entire back mountain shook with it.

Ami...

Wei Lan's lips parted, and she called out silently, her silver pupils reflected in the electric light trembled violently.

Ami...can you make it through?

The airflow from the explosion blew Wei Lan's long hair, and the jade beads at the bottom of the knot collided together. The original crisp sound was completely covered by the explosion, and he subconsciously clenched his lower lip. Yin Hong, but Wei Lan didn't seem to notice, her eyes were fixed on the source of the bright light.

I don't know how long it took, the smoke and dust cleared away.

The tall and straight figure who had been fighting against the sky before had fallen to the ground, the robe that was originally shiny and lustrous became tattered, and the natal spirit sword in his hand also lost its brilliance, turning into a pile of broken copper and rotten iron , fell to the side, a terrible scar stretched from the left shoulder to the right waist, and there were several bloodstains on the handsome face, one flew obliquely into the temple, and the other broke the nasal bone.

Heavy breathing sounded.

Wei Lan only felt that the sound of breathing was as sweet as fairy music, which made his body soften, and if he hadn't held on to the stone, he might have fallen.

Great... people are still alive.

Lu Ming has survived the eighth catastrophe like a sneak attack, and wanted to laugh out loud, but just as he opened his mouth to make a sound, his throat seemed to be leaking, and he coughed uncontrollably.

He was hurt so badly.

Lu Mingsi lay on his back on the ground, looking at the thunderclouds in the sky that still hadn't dissipated, his heart sank inch by inch to the valley.

The ninth calamity of the so-called indestructible calamity... He probably couldn't bear it anymore.

In other words, starting from the eighth catastrophe, the intensity is completely different.

Ah Lan, I'm sorry... what I promised you... I can't do it.

Lu Mingsi's blazing eyes gradually dimmed, but his hands still trembled and he slowly clenched the natal spirit sword that had fallen to the side.

In the violent explosion that almost caused people to lose their hearing just now, Lu Mingsi seemed to have vaguely caught a few crisp sounds of jade beads colliding.

Ding-dong, ding-dong—

That was his favorite sound, the sound made by the collision of jade beads in Wei Lan's hair when Wei Lan was in a difficult situation.

It must be a hallucination...

Lu Mingsi laughed hoarsely.

I thought before that if I was destined to die under the thunder disaster, I would rush to the bedroom and take Wei Lan with me before everything happened.

Looking back now...but I was blinded by greed.

At this moment of facing death, Lu Mingsi felt an unspeakable fear.

How could he be willing to let Wei Lan face this kind of fear?

Lu Mingsi closed his eyes wearily, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and clenched the natal spirit sword that had lost its aura with his right hand.

He didn't give up, even in the face of death...he had to struggle again.

The thunderclouds in the sky became smaller and smaller. At some point in time, they became only one acre in size. The sun once again penetrated the misty clouds and sprinkled down. In midair, a rainbow bridge of seven colors was built.

And in such a splendid celestial change, Lu Mingsi heard footsteps.

What followed was the crisp sound of jade beads colliding together.

Ding dong, ding dong.

Lu Mingsi turned his head with difficulty, looked in the direction of the sound, and then opened his mouth in astonishment.

——The figure he had been thinking about day and night came out on the Hongqiao, with light steps and soft brows and eyes, making him feel... as if he was in a dream.

"Wei Lan?"

Lu Ming called out.

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The author has something to say:

Lu Gou (crazy brain supplement): My wife is worried, I came here specially, she loves me so much.Wife sticks, woo woo.

Wei Lan: Big misunderstanding :)