Not long ago, some persuasion also occurred in the places where people left their last words in the main grotto where there were also no sight.
"Ouyang Lianghan, do you really think I am a Confucian saint, resisting the thunder, and being majestic is majestic, but can you change the thunder? Do you know the power of these nine-level thunder? The old man who played the piano just said nothing wrong , there is no exaggeration.”
Cui Hao in the phantom state asked helplessly:
"Is that short girl here? You can't hide your pride and run away?"
"No."
Ouyang Rong shook his head in his heart.
Cui Hao's phantom pointed to the phantom of the little old man who was taking advantage of the opportunity to control his body and drink with a drink:
"Then you insist on carrying this thunder, don't pay attention to Tao Yuanming, he will do it, because he is a dead person, and he will die anyway. Before he dies, he borrows the fake tripod swords from [Martial Arts] and [Woman Soldiers] to go to God to the Lord He was very happy to hand over a sword that was full of state, but you still have to live, and it is easy to be unable to eat."
Ouyang Rong suddenly asked:
"Aren't you a dead person, why did you stop me? You are from the previous dynasty."
The beautiful young man grinned:
"I'm different, I'm kind-hearted. Also, it's really exciting to destroy Buddha today. I won't take your money in vain. I'll help you make careful calculations. After that, Tao Yuanming and I left, I can leave some good things for you. Have you seen two fake tripod swords handed over for you? They are the only fake tripod swords corresponding to the tripod sword, and there are some miscellaneous things, just have fun secretly. This is called saving the family fortune, although you are not the surname Cui , but I treat you like the son and nephew of the Cui family, which is also our fate."
Ouyang Rong didn't speak.
Cui Hao's phantom borrowed Ouyang Rong's vision and looked at the people in the main cave where the sky thunder came, which was scattered in life. Then he looked at the stunning short girl who was lifting up her skirt and jogging over as if she was giving her for nothing. He squinted his eyes and suggested:
"How about this, who do you want to take with you? It can be said that we can take three of us away. You can choose as you like. Apart from this short girl, you can choose two more and let's go together."
Cui Hao's phantom waved his hand a little indifferently:
"As for the others, just keep them and be struck by lightning. Anyway, you are showing your might today, and it is not embarrassing to run away in the face of the thunder. Even if you are embarrassed, most of the people who know will die. Let the thunder today The finishing washes the floor, and it falls white, it’s really clean.”
"What about this cave?"
Cui Hao was a little surprised: "Grottoes?"
Seeing Ouyang Rong's calm expression, he couldn't help asking:
"You stayed to keep this cave? You didn't want to keep people with kindness, you wanted to keep land?"
Ouyang Rong did not answer and asked seriously: "What will happen to this Xunyang Grotto when these nine-level thunder falls?"
Cui Hao shrugged: "It is uncertain whether the first few thunders in the nine-level heavenly thunder will be destroyed, but the third thunder in the back is not a fixed point, but it will be a mesh thunder pool, which will definitely wash the ground. This main cave cannot be protected. Then, the lotus stone carvings on the dome cannot be kept, and they will collapse together."
Ouyang Rong nodded and said, "Then resist."
"You're not alive? You said you can take three people away. Is it worth it for a dead cave that you can't move away? And aren't that shit Buddha all destroyed? Do you still care about this cave?"
"What I destroyed was the Donglin Buddha, not the Xunyang Grottoes, it was different."
"What's the difference? Ouyang Lianghan, I just ask you, now you are in a good situation and can get out with a full load, but now for it, I will fight against these nine-level thunder, and finally get seriously injured or even die. You think it's worth it.
Is it?"
Ouyang Rong asked:
"Cui Hao, did you die tragically when you wrote the Chinese history and wrote it straightforwardly. Is it worth it? Just to leave those few pages of historical facts to future generations?"
Cui Hao suddenly fell silent.
Tao Yuanming glanced at the beautiful young man with a phantom shadow.
After a while, Cui Hao looked up at the black thunder clouds that were ready to go, and suddenly waved his hand impatiently:
"I'm really crazy. I'll carry these nine levels of heavenly thunder with you... I'll agree in advance that you may die or suffer other heavy damage, because the focus is not thunder, but heavenly punishment, and carrying thunder may not be difficult.
But the punishment is hard to avoid, so I can only do my best to help you reverse and avoid it, but... I don’t guarantee that I will get out of here anyway."
Ouyang Rong nodded.
Tao Yuanming turned his head and looked at the young man with a little over.
The old man carrying a flower hoe who cherishes his words and writes like gold suddenly said:
"I will help you with a sword."
Ouyang Rong looked at him and turned to reality to deal with the female Lord Shi who suddenly found her to get her hair.
After a while, Ouyang Rong put away the mandarin duck jade hairpin and asked Rong Zhen to wait for a while. Tao Yuanming went up and said a few words to the audience, and walked towards the thunder alone.
In front of everyone, a young man in Confucian shirt held a bronze scroll fake tripod sword in his hand. As the legendary sword master, he projected the [Woman] sword shadow far away in the Peach Blossom Land in the unknown land.
[Woman Scholar] phantom is blessed on the body of [Craftsman].
This is a time, a return home in a state of full blood.
Really return.
It is the sword that is finally returned.
Just before [Machinery] was ready to go and soared into the sky, Cui Hao, who was controlling his body with Ouyang Rong, suddenly spoke:
"It's different. I die, there are two reasons.
"First, there is a difficult guy who fought for half his life and I was seriously injured. By the time I was studying the history of the country, I had lost most of my cultivation. If my cultivation was still there, I would not die easily; second, I am not a simple Confucian scholar.
Qi Refining Master, my teacher came out of a place, and the word "historian" is the most expensive, because only historians who are as strong as bamboo can go there in every dynasty and every generation. This is the highest honor for scholars. It’s a pity that historians have fallen since the Spring and Autumn Period
Since then, fewer and fewer people like this…”
Cui Hao's smile had already been restrained and his tone was surprisingly serious:
"Ouyang Lianghan, the historians cannot tell lies, history must be left to future generations."
After listening quietly, Ouyang Rong spoke gently, and left a similar sentence that Rong Zhen said not long ago:
"It's all the same. It's also for future generations."
Cui Hao was slightly stunned.
No more stopping him.
Three scholars went side by side.
Thunder clouds above my head, there was lightning and lightning that quickly thunder sounded, and fell down.
The first thunder is silver-white, and the thunder is branch-shaped.
The blue sword light as thin as a slight ray of light moves forward bravely.
[Masterpiece] Break it with one sword.
The second thunder, also like a branch, is blue.
Break it with one sword.
The third thunder is strangely green and also a branch-shaped thunder.
Break it with one sword.
The fourth heavenly thunder, the blue Yimu thunder, contains vitality.
The fifth path, the black Xuanming thunder, carries extreme cold.
The sixth way, the gray Hongmeng Thunder, splitting away the lustful evil.
The three heavenly thunders are all evolved versions of spherical thunder icons. [Masterpiece]...it is still broken by one sword, and one connects three heavenly thunders.
This is the case with the legendary sword-holder and the natal tripod sword. There are not so many twists and turns. As long as you are stronger than a line, you will break it with one sword.
The first six levels of heavenly thunder are not as good as the bloody sword "Go to Come" under the combined force of the two cauldron swords.
But from the seventh way, the sky thunder changes!
The thunder icon turns from a spherical thunder to a mesh thunder.
The seventh way, purple chaotic thunder, those who specialize in striking karma.
The purple thunder fell on [Machinery].
The [Machinery Works] who was angry at bullfighting suddenly became a little slower.
Under the thunder clouds, an arc swayed slightly.
The fire of the tripod also moved in the wind, swaying left and right, like a candle in the wind.
Ouyang Rong felt sweet in his throat, and he swallowed again, and the hem of the Confucian shirt and clothes roared.
Above, the Ding Sword finally couldn't bear all the thunder, and purple thunder overflowed. He bypassed the [Machinery] and fell towards the Xunyang Grottoes.
The thunder that could not be destroyed by the Cauldron Sword fell to the mortal world, but was a destructive existence.
In Xunyang Grottoes, the bamboo forest on the top of the mountain that was first exposed to purple thunder turned into a wisp of scorched smoke.
It falls randomly and may fall to everyone's heads in the next moment.
Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu, Xue Zhongzhu, Wu Daozi and others all changed their faces, and they felt a sense of powerlessness that they could not help but feel.
At this time, Ouyang Rong suddenly raised his finger and pointed at the white sturgeon.
A Kuixing Talisman entered the white sturgeon.
The white sturgeon rushed into the air and ran into the purple thunder.
In the air, the purple thunder that was originally indistinguishable from the other side was suddenly attracted by the white sturgeon and possessed in an instant, with purple electric arcs spreading across the bronze fish body.
The fish body broke inch by inch, and then it began to heal under the Kuixing Talisman and purple lightning...
The white sturgeon's body is undergoing some strange changes.
No matter what, the seventh thunder was resolved.
Everyone was stunned and looked at Ouyang Rong without waiting for them to breathe a sigh of relief.
The eighth thunder fell.
It's a bloody debt thunder.
He specifically targeted the killing of innocent people, but I don’t know which dirty thing in the main cave was attracted, but everyone in the cave suffered a lot of trouble.
The blood-screwed debt thunder first struck the [Machinery] in the sky, and was also absorbed by the [Machinery].
The remaining thunder overflowed and fell into the main grotto.
This time, it randomly landed next to the high platform. When others looked over, there was a circle of female officials on the periphery, and the soldiers were gone.
All of them are turned into powder.
The body and soul are destroyed without leaving any trace.
It even made people who looked over gradually doubt whether there were any female officials and soldiers standing there before.
A gloomy and terrifying feeling surged into everyone's hearts.
Madam Song was already dying. She saw the previous few thunders blocked, and her face was pale with unwillingness, but when she saw Ouyang Rong responded in a mess, she smiled grimly, and her face was flushed with abnormal flush:
"Johho, you all have to die..."
But before she finished speaking, Ouyang Rong's figure appeared in front of Madam Song.
"What should I do!"
The young man in Confucian shirt had a cold eyes. He first took off her right arm with the Taoist pattern carved by the lamp holder and threw it aside, as if he was retaining something. Madam Song squirted out with her mouthful of blood.
However, this was not what scared her the most. Immediately, Ouyang Rong made a phantom gesture and pointed it on her right shoulder.
The blood stopped, but the Taoist patterns carved all over Madam Song began to wriggle strangely.
The old woman with no human beings or ghosts has changed her face greatly:
"You, you want to..."
Before her horror voice fell, Guixu Yin opened again.
Ouyang Rong grabbed the broken old woman with white eyes and threw it into the air like garbage.
The bloody thunder seemed to be attracted by metal sucking stone, and the electric snakes in the sky were sucked into the body of the old woman in mid-air.
The blood thunder thunder slammed, and Madam Song looked in pain.
All the remaining thunders of the eighth heavenly thunder entered Guixu.
After a while, a charred hunchbacked body fell from the sky and fell to the ground.
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It is broken into powder and no residue remains.
The eighth thunder has passed!
At this moment, the ninth heavenly thunder appeared in the thunder clouds.
It's golden.
Golden thunder of merit.
Those who specialize in striking karma.
It easily bypassed [Machinery] and came to the ground.
This time, it was no longer random, but turned into a golden grid in the air above everyone's heads and laid down.
Everyone was shocked and pushed like birds and beasts.
Ouyang Rong suddenly raised the eighteen seeds, and the Kuixing Talisman emerged and fell on everyone in an instant.
Golden blossoms.
At the same time, golden thunder fell and scattered all over the grottoes.
Looking down at the terrifying golden thunder passing by, everyone was surprised. Even the Fang sisters sobbed up. The snow-capped candle that had been hostile. Wu Daozi and others also looked complicated when they were shocked.
But the good times didn't last long. After three breaths, the golden light began to fade.
The Kuixing Talisman is about to be exhausted.
But the golden thunder continued to rage, without a catharsis, it did not decay, and it was even about to attach to the grottoes.
However, the golden light that protected everyone was about to retreat and was about to catch thunder with her body.
They couldn't help but look at Ouyang Lianghan neatly.
But he saw bleeding from the corners of his lips and was also looking around Jin Lei.
Obviously, the young man in Confucian clothes, alone, had used up all his skills.
Everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and gradually their faces showed despair, and some people were trembling and closed their eyes.
"Ouyang Lianghan..."
As the golden light of the body protection was about to be exhausted, everything seemed to be silent in the world. Ouyang Rong, who was thinking quickly, vaguely heard a woman crying and shouting at him. He didn't have time to think about who was crying.
One cauldron sword can block one. Can you have nine cauldron swords that can resist?
The old musician's voice suddenly flashed through Ouyang Rong's mind.
The young man in Confucian clothes suddenly raised his head and threw something out of his sleeve.
This object flew into the air.
Everyone vaguely saw that this object was round and rolling like a bead, crystal clear, emitting some dim light, like a glass bead.
Everyone was puzzled by the young man in Confucian shirts' actions to throw glass beads.
At the same time, the golden light completely disappeared.
The golden thunder that was about to fall into everyone's body teleported onto the "glass beads" in an instant.
It is like a pool full of clear water flowing into the only drainage outlet at the bottom of the pool.
The night pearl, which was covered in dust for a long time in Ouyang Rong, endured all the golden thunder that was leaked from [Craftsmanship].
In the wildest golden thunder, it is like a [craftsman] and will never break for a long time.
Everyone was stunned.
An old musician was also stunned.
Is there anything that can match the hardness of a tripod sword? It is obvious that it is not even a fake tripod sword, what is this little thing like a marble...
Without waiting for everyone to react, the Nine-level Heavenly Thunder seemed to end, and the thunder clouds gradually dissipated.
Ouyang Rong held Ye Mingzhu with one hand, kept his eyes closed, his sleeves floating, slowly landing on the ground, surrounded by a three-foot thunder pool.
An arc fell from a high altitude.
[Masterpiece] Hanging above Ouyang Rong's head, there are also electric arcs everywhere.
This [arc] that resisted the Nine-level Heavenly Thunder, the Ding Fire was temporarily extinguished, and there were nine colors of electric arcs wrapped around it, forming a series of wild and ancient primitive thunder patterns.
Thunder spirits gossiping, wrapping the tripod sword.
It seems to be inconvenient.
At this time, the white sturgeon suddenly flicked its tail, floated up in the air, and rotated around Ouyang Rong.
Its eyes were lively, and a purple arc appeared in its eyes.
With the help of Ouyang Rong, this white sturgeon has experienced thunder disasters, and by chance, some special changes have occurred, as if they have gained wisdom.
Rebirth.
Moreover, the thunder pool that is obviously deterrifying is able to approach it. After being tempered by the sky thunder, it is not afraid of thunder and lightning, and it is free to travel in the thunder pool around the young man in Confucian shirt.
This scene is a bit miraculous.
The atmosphere in the whole audience was silent.
Ouyang Rong's series of measures to carry the sky thunder were shocked, and Yuan Huaimin, Fang's sisters and others were stunned.
Wu Daozi, Xue Zhongzhu's face showed a look of surprise.
Is there anyone who can stand up to the Nine-Level Thunder without dying?
Everyone's eyes were complicated. After thinking for a long time, Wu Daozi suddenly realized something, and his body flew up three feet above the ground.
He looked down at Yukong's body, as if he had thought of something.
Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu and others also reacted and immediately took a step forward and stood in front of Ouyang Rong.
However, Wu Daozi did not take any risk, or was convinced by a young man in Confucian clothes, and he had no idea at all.
The squinting little old man stretched out his palm towards Yuan Huaimin:
"Little Huaimin, I'm really ashamed of breaking my promise for my teacher!"
Before Yuan Huaimin could react, a mysterious and yellow dragon root shot out in his sleeve, as if he was pulled and fell into Wei Shaoqi's hands.
Wei Shaoqi reacted and immediately crushed the roots of the Xuanhuang Earth Dragon.
The next moment, Wu Daozi's remaining half of his body began to burn and turned into ashes.
A yellow light bloomed in the snow, Wei Shaoqi and Du Shuqing at the feet of the three of them,
A picture of a temple hall faintly appeared on Wu Daozi's other half of his body.
He seemed to be providing specific teleportation directions for the earth-yellow light. Looking at the picture, it seemed that the Buddhist paintings painted on the walls of some kind of hall of Chengtian Temple last night were also hidden.
In the flames, Wu Daozi, who was about to burn out, clasped his fists to Ouyang Rong and bowed respectfully:
"Your elegance, I have been taught today! There are people outside of people, there is heaven outside of heaven, and the Nine-level thunder cannot do anything to you. Today I am really unforgettable. Unfortunately, my original body is trapped and difficult to come. I have to leave, which is considered as a favor for you.
If you have the chance in the future, I will visit you again!"
In the yellowish light, the snow-capped candle looked at Ouyang Rong who was closing his eyes on the platform, with a complicated look on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The tall blonde beard looked a little hesitant and unconsciously took a step forward, as if he was about to step out of the yellow aperture of the earth, but was stopped by Wei Shaoqi and others as soon as possible.
"Don't be impulsive, the great girl! Life is more important than a sword!"
When Xue Zhongzhu heard the word "Sword", her face suddenly became congested and red, and her steps stopped.
The next moment, Wu Daozi's body burned away, and the embarrassing figures of Zhuzhu in the Snow, Wei Shaoqi and others disappeared.
Teleport a hundred miles.
The escape method that Wu Daozi had handed over to Yuan Huaimin to save Ouyang Rong and Yi Qianqiu was now the life-saving straw for them.
A trace of kindness is exchanged for the great reward of life-saving goodness.
Rong Zhen didn't care about intercepting the thief who fled in a hurry, or it didn't matter whether he or she was a thief or not.
"Ouyang Lianghan!"
The girl in the palace dress quickly turned around and ran towards Ouyang Rong, but was repelled by the Lei Chi around her and her sword.
After the thunder, the smell of ozone was filled with the surroundings. People who approached were bleeding from their noses, their hair was straight and they couldn't move forward.
Ouyang Rong was standing alone in the thunder pool, closing his eyes tightly, not knowing what he was immersed in.
Chapter completed!