Rumble!

The extremely surging thunder and fire surged out from the earth abyss and came out from all over the cave, like a fire lotus wrapping the entire Ape Valley.

The terrifying waves swept through the endless smoke and dust and rolled into the sky for dozens of feet, just like a mushroom cloud that was about to destroy everything was blooming.

Outside the Yuanming Valley, Lin An and other Jinyiwei were shocked and shocked, but without any reaction, they were blown and drowned in the terrifying wave of air.

"Qi Tou!"

Lin An split the air waves and stepped forward, but saw fires soaring into the sky, smoke and dust, and the surging water veins rolled into the sky.

Trepidation!

The white crane soared into the sky and flew towards the high place in panic. Niu San looked down in horror and saw that the fire and water light intersected in a large area of ​​smoke and dust.

The water vein was blown up!

"it's over."

Looking at the extremely surging explosion in the picture conveyed in the fog, a sigh appeared on Nie Wendong's wooden face.

Thousands of thunder and fire bombs destroyed the valley and buried his darkness for decades.

Erased his last flaw.

He planned for this explosion for decades, and he paid too much and too heavy.

Wife, daughter, and the unborn granddaughter.

"It won't be too long."

Nie Wendong exhaled a deep breath of turbid air:

"I owe you something, I will definitely give it back to you in the future..."

Rumble!

The extremely violent explosion sounded like a rolling thunder and passed to the altar, so that the old monk Yuanjue was awakened.

"This is?"

Yuanjue looked up and was suddenly shocked.

It was originally a bright sky, and there was a trace of ink staining at some point, and dark clouds seemed to be gathering...

Is it going to rain?!

Feeling the air that seemed to suddenly become wet, and looking at Nie Wendong slowly walking down from the altar where the mist gradually dissipated, the old monk was a little confused.

"Mr. Nie, are you asking for rain?!"

Ask for rain?

Nie Wendong was a little stunned when he asked this question, and then he smiled:

"That's right."

Burn the drought and heavy rain falls.

The surging thunder fire flooded the valley and naturally destroyed the drought. It was not an exaggeration to say that the rain was because of him...

"Amitabha."

Yuanjue recited the Buddha's name loudly to dispel that strange idea.

Seeking rain is not something that ordinary Taoist can do. Seeking rain in such a place with two years of drought is not something that can be done by just seven altars.

Until now, he has not recognized what kind of Taoist technique Nie Wendong uses...

"Master, let's take a break."

Nie Wendong looked back at the altar and turned around and left. This altar would never be used again.

In the backyard, Yang Xuanying sat quietly and drank tea, looking into the sky.

The blood-changing warriors were all very good at perception, and the subtle changes in the air could not be hidden from him, so the dark clouds gradually gathered were naturally more eye-catching.

"Burning the drought slabs, heavy rain fell"

He muttered to himself slightly, looked at Nie Wendong who was slowly walking, and smiled with his palm:

"Mr. Nie is really a good means, a good means!"

Looking at Nie Wendong who was slowly walking, Yang Xuanying had admiration in his eyes, but more of it was alert and fear.

He has seen too many ruthless people in his life, and he may be more ruthless than the one in front of him, but none of them are there.

“It’s not worth boasting.”

Nie Wendong shook his head slightly, expressionless.

"How is it not worth boasting? If Lord Nie's move is successful, it will be remembered by countless people. The happy monk three thousand years ago will look dull and dull compared to you."

Yang Xuanying smiled, and was a little curious:

"But I'm a little curious. You spent so much energy to erase the beginning and end. No one in this world should have known your secrets. Why do you tell me?"

His thoughts were made in his heart.

"If this is not the case, how can you win the trust of Mr. and the crown prince?"

Nie Wendong's eyes are deep:

"I still need the prince to cook..."

"Is Xu Wenji?"

Yang Xuanying knew it.

If there is anything else to be afraid of in front of me, I’m afraid the only one is Mr. Xu.

Nie Wendong said nothing.

"With the prince taking action, no one can make things difficult for you in this Longyuan Dao, even Xu Wenji..."

Yang Xuanying paused and asked in a pretentious manner:

"But, Mr. Yang is still a little curious. Everyone knows the indescribable nature of Taoism. There seems to be no precedent for success in three thousand years. Where did you know the way?"

“There is always a way.”

Nie Wendong smiled and refused to answer.

"This one doesn't answer, that one doesn't say. Then, Yang won't be able to practice this blood-turning pill."

Yang Xuanying replied indifferently.

He knew a little about Nie Wendong's method of plundering Taoist fruits, but he still wanted to know how this person did it.

More importantly, this person is too dangerous and he doesn't ask clearly. He is really afraid that he will be included and will become a stepping stone for him.

"Mr. Yang really wants to know? Well."

Seeing that his attitude was firm, Nie Wendong narrowed his eyes slightly, and then he returned to normal and said lightly:

"The characteristic of the Drought Ba Tao Fruit is that it is immortal, never born and not destroyed. Those who have this Tao Fruit have the opportunity to be reborn even if their original body is destroyed.

I tried to destroy all the drought and corpse ghosts. The only two bloodlines of her are the main material for refining blood-turning pills..."

"So that's it. No wonder you want to refine the Blood Transformation Pill to be foolproof."

Yang Xuanying praised repeatedly, pressed her fear and said:

"The preparations for refining the 'Blood Transfer Pill' are already ready, where is the 'main material'?"

“Take it with you.”

Nie Wendong unfolded his sleeves and took out a blood-colored jar the size of a fist.

"So cruel, so cruel."

Seeing this jar, Yang Xuanying couldn't help but jump.

...

...

boom!

Dark clouds cover the sun, ink invades the sky, and countless thunder dragons and lightning snakes roll in the dark sky.

The downpour of rain fell on the mountains and rivers, the earth, and the entire Deyang Prefecture were covered by heavy rain.

Some people kneel down and howl in the heavy rain, some people laugh wildly, some people swallow the rain, and more people cry silently.

After nearly three years, the arrival of this autumn rain cannot solve anything, but its arrival unexpectedly made this severe drought that affected tens of millions of people completely pass.

Day, night...

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! This heavy rain lasted for four days and three nights, and it seemed that I wanted to return all the rain that I owed in the previous two years at one time.

On the fifth day after the heavy rain, the sky cleared. The brighter the sun shone brightly, sprinkled on the stream among the mountains, and on the river that never dried up again.

In the year of severe drought, everything is bleak, and millions of people are affected, but in the end, some special places are less affected.
To be continued...