I traveled through time and space, and I exchanged my life for krypton

Ling Hua frowned. He didn't expect that the defensive armor he relied on many times when building his foundation would be directly damaged by this thunder.

A trace of regret appeared in his eyes, and he immediately took out a colorful treasure umbrella.

The ribs of the umbrella were made of some kind of green and yellow spiritual bamboo, and the umbrella surface was a layer of white silk with green fish and green lotus painted on it.

When the spiritual power was injected, the green fish and green lotus on the umbrella surface seemed to come alive.

When the thunder struck, Ling Hua raised his umbrella to respond. The green lotus on the umbrella surface swayed and dispersed the thunder.

Part of it was swallowed by the leaping green fish, and the other part passed through the ribs, leaving dazzling lightning on it, and then the remaining small part attacked Ling Hua himself.

The thunder that just exploded was instantly turned into gentle lightning by this treasure umbrella.

Ling Hua couldn't hide his joy on his face: "The effect of this colorful golden bamboo umbrella is really extraordinary."

When the people in the field below saw that Ling Hua's treasure armor was destroyed by a thunder, they immediately thought that Ling Hua would most likely die under the thunder.

There were those who lamented and regretted, and there were also those who gloated over the misfortune.

Zhu Shen, in particular, was glad that he had failed to form a pill when he saw the might of the thunderbolt.

‘Fortunately, I didn’t have the chance to survive this thunderbolt, otherwise I would have died.’

He then thought of Ling Hua dying under the thunderbolt while forming a pill, and smiled happily.

Ling Hua took out an unknown umbrella-shaped magic weapon and blocked the subsequent thunderbolts, looking quite satisfied.

Zhu Shen was stunned for a moment.

Wei Zhongfang used the golden seal to block the magic weapon of the monk on the opposite side, and also noticed the changes in the air.

“Impossible, how could the thunderbolt of forming a pill be blocked by this mere magic weapon?” The scarred monk roared in disbelief.

He thought that Ling Hua would fall under the heavenly tribulation without his help, but he didn’t expect such a change to happen.

He instantly became furious, hammered his chest with his hand, spat a mouthful of blood on the black shuttle magic weapon, and made seals in his hands, ready to use means to quickly kill Wei Zhong to affect Ling Hua's tribulation.

Wei Zhong did not dare to neglect it. While urging the golden scissors to try to interrupt the other party, he clenched his white jade token. There is still a third-level defense spell that has not been used.

After refining the token for so many years, Wei Zhong knew that this spell would be automatically triggered when encountering a third-level attack, and it could also be manually controlled by the token owner.

"Fellow Daoist Wei, I'll help you," seeing that the monk was desperate and Wei Zhong was in danger, Qingze could no longer sit down. He flew up and a black cloud covered the scarred monk, and at the same time urged the magic sword in his hand.

Wei Zhong looked at the other party with gratitude. As a casual cultivator, Qingze did not need to participate in this matter at all. Like other cultivators, he just watched from the sidelines, but this time he took action, which could be called a loyalty.

In a pavilion of the Ling family, a circular formation was laid out on the ground. In the outermost circle, twelve peak Qi-refining cultivators sat cross-legged, and inside sat four old Taoists in the foundation-building stage. In the center of the formation was Ling Ziwei herself.

Seeing that her brother had temporarily stabilized under the thunder tribulation with the help of the seven-colored golden bamboo umbrella, she also set her sights outside the formation.

The four men came fiercely, and in a short time, they put everyone in the Ling family and Wei Zhong at a disadvantage.

Ling Ziwei's anxiety was on the surface, but she had to sit in this formation and could not get out to meet the enemy.

"Ha!"

An elder of the Ling family in the middle stage of foundation building shouted angrily, and then forced a mouthful of blood to sprinkle on the magic weapon.

He could not withstand the pressure of another late stage of foundation building, so he had to use desperate means.

The blood climbed along the magic sword, and then spread along his arm to his whole body.

In the blink of an eye, a blood-colored grid was formed outside his body. Looking closely, it was formed by countless tiny blood-colored runes connected in series...

Other Ling family monks who were fighting against the mid-stage foundation-building monk were also bleeding profusely and could not hold on for long.

Wei Zhong stared at the enemy in front of him nervously. The golden scissors talisman had been triggered. A golden light passed between the two of them and in the blink of an eye, they were in front of the scarred monk.

The scissors opened and cut down towards his neck.

But at the same time, the latter also completed the spell. The spiritual light on the black shuttle was restrained, and with a light stroke of his fingers, it attacked Wei Zhong.

The golden scissors magic weapon was pierced by the black shuttle. The golden light dimmed, and the talisman prototype appeared, and it ignited in mid-air.

The black light in Wei Zhong's eyes was blurred. He could no longer capture the trajectory of the black shuttle with his sight, and only his spiritual sense could barely see it clearly.

Knowing that he had no other means to resist this move, he took the opportunity to activate the third-level defense technique on the token.

A jade-colored treasure bottle appeared in the air, and Wei Zhong was already inside the bottle.

The treasure bottle was engraved with flowers, trees, birds, beasts, insects and fish, vividly. The black shuttle hit the treasure bottle, as if it had pierced a thick film.

Like a stone thrown into the water, it caused layers of circular ripples on the bottle, and the two were deadlocked for a moment.

At this moment, Taoist Qingze's attack had arrived, and dense black insects surrounded the scarred monk.

But the latter simply activated the protective formation of the robe, and his two fingers were still pointing straight at Wei Zhong, without any intention of letting Wei Zhong go.

Even if the black insects drilled through his robe defense and gnawed his body, there was no change.

"Humph, do you think I don't exist?"

Qingze's magic sword cut off his head, and another white-scaled snake appeared beside him, with its thick tail raised high and smashed into his body.

After several additional attacks, the scarred monk finally couldn't ignore it anymore.

He retracted his fingers, and the shuttle flew backwards, cutting off Qingze's flying sword with one strike, then drew a curve and pierced the snake's tail, attacking Qingze directly.

The power of the magic weapon was so terrifying, especially when the scarred monk used the secret method to drive it with all his strength.

The white snake howled in pain, and Qingze's face changed drastically. He put away his sword and retreated instantly.

A dark green tortoise shield appeared in front of him at the same time. The black shuttle pierced the tortoise shield and then stopped. Qingze's face showed a look of surviving a disaster.

With a "bang", one of the scarred monk's arms and part of his shoulder fell off.

The limbs were separated from the body and immediately lost the spiritual protection. The black bugs rushed up and ate up the flesh and blood on it in a few breaths, leaving only some ruddy bones.

It turned out that Wei Zhong took advantage of the moment when Qingze took back the magic weapon to attack Qingze and used the flying throwing technique to hit the arm that was casting the spell.

The scarred monk was barely using the secret method to drive the magic weapon, and his body was under great pressure.

Now his body was eaten by spirit insects, and one of his arms was cut off by Wei Zhong. His face turned pale in an instant, and his body staggered and fell down. The black shuttle magic weapon also fell to the ground like a powerless bird.

The scarred monk knew that the situation was hopeless and he could no longer resist Wei Zhong and the others. He raised his head and stared at Wei Zhong with a grim look.

Wei Zhong suddenly thought of something when he saw his eyes, and his face changed: "Fellow Daoist Qingze, let's go! He wants to self-destruct..."

Before he finished speaking, the scarred monk and the black shuttle magic weapon turned into a ball of blazing light.

Wei Zhong resisted the attack in the bottle. Seeing fine cracks appearing on the bottle, he immediately used all his strength to display the protective black water spirit clothes, and the spiritual light on the robe began to light up.

"Boom!"

The bottle broke, and Wei Zhong was blown away by the exploding spiritual energy.

Qingze was even more embarrassed. He fell several times in the air and was blown nearly a mile away.

He fell to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, the tortoise shield in his hand also made a cracking sound and broke into several pieces.

Seeing their accomplice self-destruct and die, the other three cultivators also had red eyes, and the fight became more crazy, suppressing the Ling family cultivators.

Wei Zhong took the elixir to heal his wounds and then went to support. As for Qingze, he was no longer able to fight, so he released the protective spirit beast and sat cross-legged on the spot to regulate his breath.

In the air,

Ling Hua had already survived six heavenly thunders with the seven-colored golden bamboo umbrella, plus the first heavenly thunder resisted by his treasure armor, leaving only the last two.

But at this time, the treasure umbrella was already tattered, the white silk umbrella surface was charred black, and there were countless gaps, and the green fish and green lotus on it disappeared without a trace.

The green-yellow umbrella ribs were charred and cracked, like a broken bamboo broom handle that had been worn for many years.

Ling Hua understood that this treasure umbrella would be unable to resist the next attack.

He put away the broken treasure umbrella, looked up at the rolling thunderclouds in the sky, and a firm look appeared in his eyes.

The Jindan Heavenly Thunder Tribulation is divided into nine, each stronger than the last, and the interval between them will also be longer and longer.

The time between the seventh and the eighth is enough for him to perform a spell.

The earth-yellow spiritual power entangled on Ling Hua's hands and arms, enveloping the free spiritual energy in the air, forming a huge earth-yellow tornado.

When the tornado dissipated, Ling Hua's figure was no longer there, replaced by an earth-yellow giant with a height of four feet.

The giant's body was shining with spiritual light, his head facing the sky, and his arms crossed in front of him.

At this moment, the eighth heavenly thunder fell.

The silver heavenly thunder hit the giant's body in the blink of an eye, and the yellow soil was peeled off layer by layer in an instant. The giant collapsed, and the embarrassed Ling Hua appeared in it.

The robe was shattered, blood oozed out of the body, and the spiritual power in the body was almost exhausted. Facing the last remaining thunder, Ling Hua seemed to have no way to deal with it.

His figure flashed and fell into the Ling family's formation.

At the same time, Ling Ziwei, who was entrenched in the formation, had a gleam of light in her eyes: "Everyone, it's our turn. Whether my Ling family can enter the ranks of the Jindan family depends on this battle."

After saying this, she dropped her hands to the ground, connected with the formation pattern below, and poured out her spiritual power with all her strength. The other four foundation building and twelve Qi refining people did the same.

With the injection of spiritual power, the Ling family's formation suddenly changed. The jade bowl covering the entire clan land shrank and deformed, and continued to collapse towards the center, and finally turned into a jade lotus dozens of feet long.

Ling Hua was sitting cross-legged in the lotus platform at this moment, and the surrounding lotus petals closed, wrapping Ling Hua's body layer by layer.

This practice lasted for a full dozen breaths, but the thunder in the sky never fell in it.

Instead, the dark clouds became thicker, emitting a terrifying power. At this moment, even Wei Zhong and others who were fighting in the surrounding area were keenly aware of a sense of oppression.

The magic weapons waving in the air slowed down unconsciously. At this moment, the fighting below could no longer affect the success or failure of Ling Hua's tribulation.

Everyone looked up blankly, waiting for the arrival of the most violent ninth thunder.

Suddenly, silver light flashed in the dark clouds.

A ball of thunder that was more domineering than any previous one, no, more than the previous eight thunders accumulated, was born in it.

The silver light flashed and fell on the jade lotus. The thick and rich jade color disappeared in the blink of an eye. At the same time, Ling Ziwei in the pavilion also spit out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.

The other people around were even more unbearable. All twelve Qi Refiners died suddenly, and only one of the four foundation-building elders was still breathing.

The Ling family's third-level formation was destroyed instantly by this attack, and the sound of spiritual materials exploding continuously came from all over the family.

Fortunately, after paying this price, it finally helped Ling Hua survive the most terrifying ninth thunder tribulation.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the sky shone again on the land.

The thunderbolt had passed, and Ling Hua became a true Jindan cultivator.

"Haha, congratulations to fellow Daoist Ling for successfully forming a Jindan. From now on, my Luohe Mansion will have another fellow Jindan cultivator. We may meet again in the future.

I will leave first, goodbye!"

After leaving these words, the black-robed Jindan cultivator turned into a beam of light and flew away in front of Sikong Changming.

It seemed that this person was not in the same group as the four black-robed foundation cultivators below.

Sikong Changming looked at the weak Ling family below, and did not choose to chase, but flew to kill the remaining three people.

When the few people saw that Ling Hua had successfully formed a Jindan, they knew that this operation had completely failed. There was no intention of escaping at all, and he exploded on the spot and died on the spot.

Wei Zhong dragged the Ling family away, shocked by the courage of the three people.

'What kind of deep hatred does this have with the Ling family that they are willing to fight to this extent. ’

“Long time no see, Chu, should I call you Wei now?”

Sikong Changming came in the air and said to Wei Zhong with a smile.

Wei Zhong bowed: “Hello, Senior Sikong. The name is just a code name, you can call me whatever you want.”

“Haha, then I will call you Wei Zhong. I will go see Brother Ling first, and we will talk about it later.” Sikong Changming waved his sleeves and went to the Ling family residence.

A moment later, he appeared with Ling Hua.

“Hello, Senior Ling, hello, Senior Sikong!”

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All the cultivators in the field bowed and saluted.

Everyone knew that Ling Hua was now in a different class from themselves after forming a pill.

“Dear fellows, I have successfully formed a pill and will hold a pill forming ceremony next month. I hope you will show me your favor...”

After a few words, all the cultivators left, leaving only Wei Zhong, Qingze and Sikong Changming.

"I would also like to thank you for your help, fellow Daoist Wei Zhong and fellow Daoist Qingze. If you hadn't helped, my Ling family would have suffered heavy losses."

Wei Zhong looked at the seriously injured people taken away by the Ling family monks and said, "It's just a small favor. Don't be polite."

Suddenly, Wei Zhong's face changed and he said, "I hope Senior Ling will forgive me. I have something important to do at the moment. I will visit you again another day after the senior's Jindan ceremony."

Ling Hua wanted to keep Wei Zhong to thank him, but seeing his sudden change in expression, he guessed that he probably had something difficult to say.

So he said, "In this case, I will not keep you. Please remember that the Ling family owes you a favor. If you have any difficulties, you can speak directly. My Ling family will not refuse to help."

"Thank you, senior," Wei Zhong greeted the two Jindan monks, patted Qingze's arm, left him here to heal his wounds, and then released the Qingzhou and turned into a green light and left.

Ling Hua looked at Wei Zhong who was leaving with a strange look in his eyes. He thought of Ling Ziwei who was seriously injured during this trip and sighed in his heart.

He turned to Qingze who was in a state of embarrassment and said: "Fellow Daoist Qingze, please stay in the Ling family to heal your wounds. Our Ling family will definitely repay you for your help."

Qingze bowed: "Thank you, senior!"

A few miles away from the Ling family, Wei Zhong found an uninhabited place and escaped into the cave.

A fat golden fish was floating on the surface of the pool. There were two strange spiritual herbs beside it. One of them had a golden spiritual fruit that was ripe.

The skin of the spiritual fruit was like layers of scales, flashing a dazzling golden light.

After waiting for so many years, this spiritual fruit finally matured, and the opportunity for Da Jin to advance also appeared.

Da Jin was staring at this spiritual fruit closely, and he could not stop his desire.

Wei Zhong said calmly, "Eat it."

Then Da Jin moved the fish whiskers around his mouth, took out the spiritual fruit, and swallowed it.

Unlike Jiu Cai who had been sleeping for several days when he was promoted, the spiritual energy in the cave was immediately attracted by Da Jin. A spiritual energy cyclone was formed to wrap around his body. Wei Zhong stood in the distance and watched the changes.

Recalling his experience of subduing Da Jin, he lived in the Qingchuan Secret Realm. And this secret realm seemed to be a part of the sect where Senior Bai He was.

As a spiritual beast from the Huashen Sect, it had shown all kinds of extraordinary things as early as the first stage. Now it has to swallow the spiritual fruit that Wei Zhong had been asking for for many years but had not heard of before it can be promoted to the second stage.

'Da Jin must not be an ordinary spiritual beast. '

Wei Zhong looked at the spiritual energy cyclone and sighed, "This time the spiritual energy is much more fierce than Jiu Cai's at the beginning."

Even the surrounding spiritual works were blown up by the cyclone and flew into the air. Wei Zhong quickly brushed his sleeves and covered the crops on the ground, thus avoiding major losses.

Time passed slowly, and Da Jin's advancement lasted for a full hour before the spiritual energy cyclone subsided, revealing its current body.

Unlike Da Jin's round and fat body before, Da Jin's body became more slender after the advancement, and his fat torso also shrank a circle.

The scales on the body became finer and smaller by half compared to before. Looking closely, it seemed that each scale was like a golden gem that was ingeniously crafted by nature, shining with dazzling light.

The fat fish head was also one inch smaller, and there were two bulges on the forehead, as if two dragon horns were about to emerge from it.

After the advancement was successful, Da Jin also curiously looked at his new body, and then flew out of the water, as if flying with an invisible object, came in front of Wei Zhong, stretched out his head and intimately approached Wei Zhong's body.

After advancing to the second level, Da Jin actually had the ability to fly in the air.

Wei Zhong touched his forehead with his hand and found that the two bulges were extremely hard.

"Are you going to turn into a dragon?" Wei Zhong said with a sigh.

Da Jin didn't understand what the dragon in Wei Zhong's words was, and just kept holding Wei Zhong's Taoist robe, as if he was enjoying it.

Wei Zhong looked at his whole body and found that if he ignored the bulge on the top of his head, Dajin would still be like a large fish with a somewhat delicate appearance, and had not undergone any essential changes.

"The dragon has four legs, but you are still just a fish. It seems that we will have to wait until the third or fourth level to see any significant changes."

Wei Zhong touched its head a few times and sent it back to the pond below.

Now the pond that Wei Zhong dug out was a bit too small for Dajin. He thought that he might be able to put it in the Yunxi River near Yunxia Island in the future to keep it company with the nine colors on the cliffs of the island.

After leaving the cave, Wei Zhong returned to Yunxia Island in his green boat and practiced cultivation for a month before going to the Ling family again.

Looking at the rising formation, Wei Zhong knew that the Ling family's damaged formation a month ago had been repaired.

When you walk into Ling's house, you will be greeted by someone.

"Senior Wei, please come in quickly!"

The person who came was none other than Ling Yunsheng.

"The master of the house has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Master?" Wei Zhong asked curiously.

"It is Uncle Linghua clan. After he entered the Core Formation, the old family leader abdicated in favor of the next generation and passed down the position of family leader."

‘This is to let Jiedan support the family’s appearance! ’

While Wei Zhong was lamenting, Ling Yunsheng had introduced Wei Zhong into an antique courtyard in Ling's house.

"The master of the house is currently receiving guests. Senior, please rest for a while." After saying this, Ling Yunsheng stepped back with a smile.

Wei Zhong found a stone table in the courtyard and sat down. After waiting for a while, Ling Hua did not come. Instead, Ling Ziwei came.

"Fellow Daoist Wei left in a hurry a few days ago, but I didn't even have time to express my thanks."

When Wei Zhong saw Ling Ziwei coming, he also stood up and handed over his hands: "Forgive me, Fairy Ling, there was indeed an emergency. There is a spiritual beast here who is about to advance..."

Wei Zhong explained the reason in a few words.

Only then did Ling Ziwei know that there was indeed a reason for Wei Zhong's departure. She nodded slightly and asked, "Did Fellow Taoist get hurt when he stopped the thief that day?"

Wei Zhong shook his head: "A few minor injuries have been healed long ago. I just lost a lot of spiritual objects on my hand, including two talismans and a third-level passive defense spell..."

Wei Zhongru told Jiazhen about his losses, but Ling Ziwei opposite him chuckled and said:

"Fellow Daoist Wei is really interesting. Are you worried that my Ling family will default on your debt?

Don't worry, I have already persuaded my brother to mobilize all the Qianling Water Stones in my Ling family's treasure house. "

"Here!"

Ling Ziwei flicked her sleeves, and sixteen blue Qianling Water Stones appeared on the stone table.

Wei Zhong's heart trembled. According to the selling price of the Yunji Chamber of Commerce, this was worth a full sixteen thousand low-grade spiritual stones. The Ling family just gave it to them as promised?

Wei Zhong raised his head and looked at Ling Ziwei, but the other party just pushed the sixteen Thousand Spirit Water Stones into Wei Zhong's arms:

"Fellow Daoist Wei, please feel free to accept it. If you hadn't stopped the thieves during this trip, my Ling family would have been in danger."

Wei Zhong thought for a moment and finally accepted these Qianling Water Stones.

Later, he and Ling Ziwei talked about Ling Hua's formation of pills. When talking about the people who attacked the Ling family this time, Ling Ziwei sighed helplessly:

"My brother mingled with casual cultivators, doing chivalrous acts of justice, taking pleasure in grudges, and made countless enemies.

After obtaining the Dust-falling Pill at this auction, the Ling family was secretly monitored by traitors.

In order to get rid of this group of people, my brother simply invited people to watch the ceremony, and also invited Senior Sikong to help protect the Dharma in order to eliminate future troubles. However, the other party actually invited a Jiedan to restrain Senior Sikong..."

Ling Ziwei roughly described the conflict in a few words, but Ling Ziwei did not explain in detail what kind of grudge caused several monks in the late and middle stages of foundation building to risk their lives, and Wei Zhong was too sensible to ask.

"Fairy Ling, can you tell me in detail the methods that Brother Ling used to deal with the thunder tribulation this time?"

Ling Ziwei pondered for a moment and then said: "I don't know much about the methods used by my brother, so I can only give a general idea to my Taoist friends."

Seeing that Ling Ziwei was willing to tell, Wei Zhong also pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

"There is nothing to say about the first thunderbolt being blocked by second-level treasure armor..."

Ling Ziwei was chatting in the courtyard, unaware that Ling Hua had arrived outside the courtyard.

Hearing that he was about to reveal his secret, he shook his head helplessly.