However, this thunder was not the thunder of the thunderstorm on this special day, but the thunder of Niu Dawa's tribulation.
I saw a purple lightning as thick as an arm falling from the thick thundercloud.
Niu Dawa stood under the thundercloud, not dodging or hiding, letting the lightning strike on her body.
The moment purple thunder and lightning fell on him, his flesh and blood were scattered everywhere, and his bones were exposed. Then a large amount of green smoke erupted from his body, and the smoke contained a pungent burnt smell.
boom!
He spit out a puff of green smoke from his mouth and fell on his back, like a dead corpse.
But his chest, with his sternum exposed, was rising and falling powerfully. Along the cracked bone seams, you could see that his heart was beating, and each one was more powerful than the next.
The demon elixir broke and condensed seven times, and he successfully survived another ninth heavenly tribulation.
In just five months, he had achieved six breakthroughs, and his cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds, but his heart had completely fallen into the devil's path.
After Zhang Xiaozu's disaster, he no longer deliberately suppressed the demonic path, and even deliberately released his murderous nature to nourish the demonic path, just to pursue a higher realm and stronger combat power.
Butcher Zhang, who was protecting Niu Dawa, flew down from the sky next to Niu Dawa. Feeling the strong demonic aura on Niu Dawa's body, he sighed and said sincerely: "Boy, you can quickly improve your cultivation with the help of magic.
Realm, you can also completely enchant yourself, but you must keep your heart, otherwise you will become a murderous walking zombie in the end.
I know that the death of Xiaopeng will be a big blow to you, but Xiaopeng is not the only family member in your world. You also have us, and girl Zhihui. In the near future, you will have your own child...
Your world is still wonderful, do you understand?"
"Old man, don't worry, I have a sense of discretion." Niu Dawa replied.
"hope so."
Zhang Tufu came to Liujia Village from the Su capital a few years ago. Because Jiuzhou cultivators coveted the white tiger sacred beast and gathered in Liujia Village from all directions in large numbers, he was worried about the safety of everyone and hurried over to protect them.
His injuries have been healed.
However, the Jiuzhou cultivators who came to Dasu this time were obviously much more qualified and polite than the Jiuzhou cultivators who came to Dasu last time, because their forerunners had suffered a bloody loss in Dasu.
Even the saint couldn't help but tremble when he set foot on the land of Dasu.
So they learned well and didn't dare to look down at them with a superior attitude, let alone sweep in as invaders. This time they had a good reputation, and they actually did it for the sake of saving the white tiger, the guardian beast of Jiuzhou.
Come with the flag.
And before coming, they also made it clear to the Emperor of Dasu that they came to Dasu this time only for the White Tiger Holy Beast, and would never interfere with the political power of Dasu, let alone harm the people of Dasu. In fact, this was tantamount to disguised behavior.
Accepted the existence of Dasu.
They walked all the way from the Sifang border to Liujia Village, and were shocked by what they saw and heard along the way.
The houses and cities in Dasu were the strongest among all the countries they had ever seen.
The bridges and roads in Dasu are the most numerous, longest and best among all the countries they have seen.
The fields in Dasu are the best planned and most cultivated among all the countries they have ever seen.
The faces of the people of Dasu are all filled with happy smiles.
They had never understood what the Emperor of Dasu was fighting for, but after this trip in Dasu, they vaguely understood.
Many practitioners, especially casual practitioners who understand the sufferings of the people, can't help but give a thumbs up to Da Su and praise this amazing country, its amazing people, and the amazing Su Hanlin.
On this day, the sun was shining brightly, and a large number of cultivators once again gathered in the mid-air in front of Liujia Village.
The old man Song's family had become accustomed to it from the initial fear. As soon as they saw the cultivators gathering in the sky, they walked out of the room with stools and sat in the yard waiting to watch the show.
"The holy beast of the white tiger is the sacred beast that protects the Jiuzhou Continent. It is the guardian sacred beast of all people in Jiuzhou. It is not a pet that you keep in a cage at will."
"You are not protecting it by doing this, you are harming it. It must choose a new owner, otherwise its sanity will never awaken."
"As the guardian of the white tiger sacred beast, only the strong cannot choose. You are not strong enough, so you should hand it over quickly and let it choose a powerful master among the truly strong."
"Hurry up and hand over the white tiger sacred beast!"
The Jiuzhou cultivator standing in the air in front of the village shouted loudly to the village.
"Grandpa, why do they shout the same thing every day?" Old Man Song's grandson asked in confusion.
Old Man Song smashed two pipes and pots, exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth, and slowly said in the smoke: "This is what the storyteller in the teahouse said. Teachers are famous. You should shout it once a day. That is to tell others that I am a good person and a good person.
For the sake of justice and your own good, if you don’t shout, you will become a bandit. The old man didn’t understand it before, but now I think...it really makes sense.”
His voice was not loud, but Jiuzhou cultivators all had very good ears, so they heard everything. They couldn't help but look embarrassed and glared at Old Man Song.
"Old man, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will tear your mouth apart!" A cultivator who had just shouted was embarrassed by Old Man Song's words and became a little angry.
"Why, is the old man right?" Qi Yoyo came out of the air with Tai'a Sword and White Tiger, stared at the man and asked: "Are you good people or bandits? Don't you have any idea in your mind?"
"you--"
"What are you?" Qi Yoyo interrupted the man impatiently and said: "The white tiger sacred beast is here. If any of you can call it away and make it willingly recognize its master, I will not stop it.
.”
"Is this true?!"
When some practitioners heard this, their eyes lit up and they were eager to try.
"Don't listen to her." Someone immediately shouted loudly, "The white tiger, the holy beast, has not yet awakened its intelligence, and has been raised as an obedient pet by this woman. Can you call the hunter's hound away with just one sentence?"
Many of them have been coming to Liujia Village for a long time. When they first came here, they were very excited when they heard Qi Yoyo's words. They felt that they were the long-awaited masters of the White Tiger Holy Beast. As long as they showed their strength, they could get the White Tiger.
With the approval of the Holy Beast, they asked the White Tiger Holy Beast to follow them, but in the end, they screamed hoarsely and did not let the White Tiger Holy Beast take another look.
So they were extremely disgusted when they heard Qi Yoyo's constant prevarication every day.
Roar--!
Hearing this, the white tiger sacred beast bared its teeth and roared at the man, blaming him for comparing himself to a hunting dog.
"The Holy Beast of the White Tiger, I am Kong Fen of the Sun and Moon Sect of Yuezhou. I have cultivated to the second level of Stars and have a peaceful mind. I am willing to be your best friend and protect Jiuzhou together with you." A new cultivator held a huge promise.
Looking forward to it, he shouted loudly at the white tiger holy beast.
"The holy beast of the white tiger, here is -"
Others were not willing to lag behind and announced their names one after another, all wanting to make friends with the white tiger holy beast.
Those with good qualifications and high cultivation looked down upon those with low cultivation, thinking that they were just here to make fun of themselves and would not stand a chance. However, those with low cultivation did not take it seriously. They felt that they wanted the White Tiger Holy Beast to recognize its master because it was not based on cultivation.
, but a fate and a destiny that is destined.
But regardless of whether they were high-cultivation or low-cultivation people, they stood there and shouted passionately for a long time, but the white tiger sacred beast didn't even look at them. They were so anxious that sweat broke out on their foreheads.
When all the expectations in their hearts were gone, they had a second thought. They felt that what those people said before made sense. The white tiger sacred beast had not yet developed its spiritual intelligence and had been raised as a pet by Qi Yoyo, so it would not go with them.
, so they all spoke out against him.
"The holy beast of the white tiger, only the strong can impress it. Let's compete and see who is the strongest." Qi Yoyo said.
"Hmph, we will naturally compete with the strongest one, but you first hand over the white tiger sacred beast." Someone immediately saw through Qi Yoyo's trick of letting them kill each other, and shouted to Qi Yoyo to hand over first.
The white tiger sacred beast emerges.
Qi Yoyo took a step forward, pulled out the Tai'a Sword, and said: "The Holy White Tiger Beast only recognizes the husband of the slave family as its master, and will never choose another master in this life. If you want to take away the Holy White Tiger Beast, you must ask first.
Do you agree to the sword in your hand?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, she is such a pitiful beauty. She became a widow at a young age. I, Bao Yan, am willing to take care of you and the White Tiger Holy Beast for Brother Zhang." A man walked out of the crowd first with a knife, with a frivolous smile on his face.
Said Chong Qiyoyo.
Qi Yoyo smiled and said: "As long as the husband of the slave family agrees, the slave family has no objection, so..."
"So what?"
"So I'm sending you to meet the slave's husband, and you ask him in person if he agrees." Qi Yoyo's eyes turned cold, and she swung her sword at the man.
The man wanted to dodge, but his body was suddenly imprisoned by a strange force. When he broke free from the imprisoning force, the sharp blade of the Tai'a Sword had already grazed his throat.
The sword was too fast and cut off the neck.
Blood spurted out, and the bodies were separated and fell to the ground.
"You...how dare you kill people?!" The Jiuzhou cultivator was shocked by the bloody scene in front of him. He didn't expect Qi Yoyo to dare to kill people with his sword in front of so many people.
Qi Yoyo took a step back to where he was just standing and responded quietly: "The slave's husband is in the underworld. If we don't kill him, how can we send him to see the slave's husband?
He has already got his wish.
It's just... After he saw the slave's husband in the underworld, would he have the guts to say what he just said? I think he would be so frightened that his arms would tremble and he wouldn't even dare to fart.
You clowns who have no place on the stage can only bully me, a widow, by relying on the large number of people."
"Humph! Who is Zhang Xiaopou? If he were alive, he would be nothing more than a clown in front of us!" One person was angered by Qi Yoyo's words and immediately retorted.
Qi Yoyo raised his fingers at the speaker and said, "My family is fighting on my husband's behalf today. Do you dare to come out and fight?!"
