Salted Fish Demon Zun refuses to work overtime [Transmigration Book]

Thunder thundered.

Chang Tianzong was in chaos.

Without warning, Zhao Ling was about to advance.

No preparation, no instructions.

Suddenly, surrounded by thunder.

It shouldn't have been.

Advancement is like a hurdle for monks. The first step is to see the hurdle. The first step to cross is to vacate.

Even if he was so busy these days that he didn't notice Kan's existence, how could he not know the moment he vacated?

In other words, Zhao ordered him, clearly.

Soon, they realized that Zhao Ling was actually forcibly advancing.

To deal with those overwhelming doubts like snowflakes, there is nothing more convincing than entering the immortal rank.

The problem lies here.

Zhao Wan's voice was as usual, quietly, explaining the current situation to Shen Mo Tang.

The thunder suddenly fell, without any deviation, and hit the top of the main peak, where Zhao Ling was.

Zhao Wan hangs in the air and stays nearby, letting the thunder and lightning hit her hair, before the lightning touches the Zhao Ling, she forcibly reverses its direction and throws it to the sky again.

A moment later, there was a loud bang in the far northern sky.

After the loud noise ended, Zhao Wan continued: "Tangtang thinks, can he succeed?"

Mo Motang sat up straight unconsciously, "He really wants to succeed, doesn't he?"

Wasn't it his ambition and desire that drove him to make such a decision?

Zhao Wan couldn't deny it.

Shen Motang exhaled and said seriously: "I hope he succeeds."

Zhao Wan was slightly startled.

Mo Motang continued: "Compared with letting him deal with the aftermath, the latter is easier."

Zhao Wan lowered her eyes, looked at the almost invisible figure in Lei Ting, and murmured: "Yes."

Mo Motang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and asked, "Ah Wan didn't just want to tell me this, did she?"

Zhao Wan nodded.

Suddenly returning to his senses, he blurted out, "Yes."

Mo Motang quietly waited for his continuation.

After a brief hesitation, Zhao Wan said softly, "It seems that he is about to fail."

Shocked, Shen Motang hurriedly asked Zhao Wan to turn on the video.

Zhao Wan opened it as he said, and displayed the pitch-black thundercloud and the blackened lightning from the inside to the outside in front of him.

The outermost white shell of lightning is clearly about to fail.

It's impossible for Zhao Wan not to see it.

Silently said: "What is Ah Wan hesitating about?"

Zhao Wan turned the direction of a thunderbolt again, and said in a muffled voice: "At the moment when the thunder tribulation started, he asked me not to help him."

"Is it a mission?"

The emotions in Zhao Wan's eyes became complicated, "It's a request."

Shen Motang fell into silence unconsciously.

After a long time, he sighed: "Then Ah Wan is delaying time now?"

Zhao Wan didn't answer.

Mo Motang understood Zhao Wan's entanglement, and said: "After all, it's in your clan, so it's not convenient for me to go there, but Ah Wan, I made your hairpin."

Before Zhaowan could react, the hairpin had already come out of his hair, and with a bit of naughtiness, he threw his hair crown back into his hand, and at the same time, loosened his tied hair.

The thunder fell, and the hair was flying, and the silver, shiny hairpin with the begonia hidden, rushed into the thunder in an instant, and hit Changtian directly.

Mo Motang's voice came with the wind, "Don't worry, it won't be broken."

In the next instant, the thundercloud surged, and the thunder that was about to move suddenly doubled, doubled, doubled, ten times...

Dozens of times.

The elders of Changtian Sect were startled, turned around and hurriedly evacuated the disciples in the sect.

This level of thunder calamity will bring disaster to a large area of ​​nearby land.

Zhao Wan doubtfully said, "Tangtang..."

A shout broke through the communication, overwhelmed the thunder, and hit the eardrum directly.

"Sect Master Zhao, if you don't want to lose face, you can get over it for me, otherwise, the whole world will see that you can't even advance to a level—"

Zhao Wan was even more confused, "Tangtang, this is..."

Mo Motang coughed lightly and cleared his throat, "To create momentum, the battle must be big."

Zhaowan: "."

Mo Motang rubbed his nose and said with a guilty conscience: "But Ah Wan, you have to work harder to help him fight, if you leave it all to him, you will really die."

Zhao Wan blinked, and countless sword shadows formed around her instantly, "No problem."

The next thing, if I use one word to describe it, I am afraid it can only be light pollution.

The dense thunderbolts fell continuously, filling a small frame of the screen.

Mo Motang stared at the screen for a while, but couldn't see anything except the white light curtain.

Instead, tears were about to flow out.

Mo Motang silently shrunk it down to the size of a fingernail, placed it by her side, and waited for the matter to end.

To be honest, Lei Jie had been polluted to such an extent that he had nothing to do, his approach was not much different from Zhao Wan's, it was just a way to delay time.

He just diluted the constantly eroding magic energy by doubling the amount of Thunder Calamity.

I believe that Zhao Ling's will can resist these diluted demonic energy.

But that amount...

Mo Motang touched his nose again, it seemed, maybe, indeed it was a little too much.

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It was already the second day after seeing the figure again, Mo Mo Tang took this small screen to deal with business, took a short rest, and paid close attention.

He purposely controlled the range, so that it should not be able to hurt the land beyond that mountain, but as a price, that mountain might become a valley.

Redrawing the map or rebuilding the mountain was not something he would want to consider.

Zhao Wan's figure became clear again, and the moment Shen Motang turned his gaze away, Zhao Wan turned to him, showed his palm in front of the screen, and said, "Thank you for this."

That was the place that Mo Motang kissed a few days ago.

But at this moment, in that position, is a small circular magic circle, sparing no effort to play its role.

As a channel, the spiritual power of the entire Shuangyue Sect is transmitted away.

Mo Motang quietly looked away, "It's good if it's useful."

The screen is once again overwhelmed by flash.

When everything was over, when the dust settled, it was already afternoon.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the large area of ​​Changtianzong's land red, but it couldn't shine into the fresh valley among the mountains.

The silver hairpin returned to Zhao Wan's hand, burning hot.

Zhao Wan didn't care, and flew down.

The person who responded to the robbery was still shrouded in the last electric light, but Zhao Wan couldn't recognize his state.

Zhaoling didn't fall, didn't fall into the devil, but he didn't either, and successfully advanced.

At least in the present, in a strange state, motionless.

Zhao Wan fell to the ground, looking at the figure in the electric light from a distance, he has already, made all the preparations.

for all possible.

"Why is he not moving?"

Mo Motang's voice came out suddenly, clear and without any hesitation.

Zhao Wan was startled for a moment, then she came back to her senses and said, "He's still alive."

The electric light dissipated.

The surge of spiritual power suddenly dissipated and came in an instant.

The hair danced wildly, the hem of the clothes fluttered, Zhao Wan raised her hand, and tied the hairpin that had cooled down in her hair.

Then, the spiritual power reversed and returned to Zhao Ling's body in a more ferocious posture.

Upgraded successfully.

Zhaowan found something and suddenly said, "See you Tangtang later."

Before Mo Motang could reply, Zhao Wan had already hung up the communication.

The tone is quite normal.

At this time, Zhao Wan's eyes were directly in front of him, Zhao Ling turned his eyes and came towards him.

"Why are you disobedient?"

Zhaowan didn't dodge, met Shang Zhaoling's gaze, and replied: "I just judge like this."

Zhao Ling stopped in front of him, fixedly, looked into his eyes, "Your judgment will not be all correct."

"It's not all wrong."

Zhao Ling suddenly laughed, and after a long time, he stopped laughing and said: "You are right, he saved Chang Tianzong."

Zhao Wan reacted for a moment, and nodded solemnly.

Zhao Ling lowered his gaze, then turned his head to look to the side, and after another long time, he suddenly said, "Zhao Wan, you should leave Changtian Sect."

Zhao Wan was slightly startled.

Zhao Ling still didn't look at him, and continued: "It doesn't matter if you or me, only in this way can we go forward separately.

I won't accept friendship between immortals and demons, but I won't stop it either. "

Zhao Wan blinked her eyes.

Zhao Ling finally looked up at him, "Thank you for your devotion to Chang Tianzong over the years."

In the similar eyes of the two, there was the same calmness.

But only they themselves know what is hidden under the calm.

They firmly believe in themselves, collide, communicate, and never back down.

They already know the answer.

Zhao Wan lowered her eyes and bent over to salute.

"Please go back, baby."

Zhao Ling closed his eyes, waved and said, "Go."