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Chapter 283 Jade Pure Realm!
The aura in his body had been exhausted, so Ning Lang had to take out the bottle of sixth-grade elixir to restore energy and swallow it. Feeling the recovery of aura, Ning Lang looked up at the sky again.

The black cloud, or Ning Lang's robbery cloud, has not dissipated yet.

There is also the eighth catastrophe!
But this time, the power of thunder in the black cloud was brewing more slowly. Based on the experience of the previous thunders, the power of the eighth thunder would rise to a higher level.

Ning Lang held the Tai'a sword in his hand, and the two short swords of Baichuan and Guihai hovered on both sides of his head, waiting quietly...

Mei Qinghe whispered: "Within a thousand years, Ning Lang will be regarded as unprecedented."

The uncle next to him didn't answer.

Thunder Ban reappeared in the black clouds, and a purple-gold sky thunder as thick as a tree stump descended from the sky in an instant, reaching the top of Ning Lang's head almost in an instant. This was the real lightning speed.

Ning Lang, who had recovered his strength, once again used all his strength to chop Tai'a sword out.

Only one sword.

Ning Lang swung his sword with all his might.

"Oh!"

A loud noise resounded through the world.

Gan Tang and Song Zhifei quickly covered the ears of Gu Xiyao and Xiao Xiao.

Even though the sword energy and the two daggers removed most of the thunder's power, the remaining power of this thunderbolt still directly knocked Ning Lang to the ground.

Ning Lang clutched his chest, feeling that his internal organs were trembling with the force of thunder. Although it was uncomfortable, he still swallowed a trace of sweetness from his throat into his stomach.

Take that healing elixir.

At the same time, Ning Lang also took out the golden light spell.

Mei Qinghe looked at the black clouds in the sky, and said in a trembling tone: "Unexpectedly... it really is a calamity of four or nine days!"

The old man directly shouted: "The Golden Light Mantra is for protecting the body, you can just pour it into the spiritual energy and use it, it can last for a stick of incense."

The voice just fell.

Ning Lang injected a trace of aura into the talisman in his hand.

The moment the spiritual energy poured in, the talisman in his hand started to ignite without fire, and a dazzling golden light shone in his hand, and this golden light quickly formed a protective cover, covering Ning Lang.

Ning Lang didn't pay too much attention to the protective cover on his body, but immediately began to mobilize the aura in all the acupoints, and slowly compressed the aura together.

I do not know how long it has been.

A few dull roars came over.

The thunder-ban with a diameter as wide as a well finally took shape, as if there were thousands of troops galloping in the robbery cloud, a thunderbolt as thick as a well came down with a chilling aura, and fell from the sky to Ning Lang's place almost instantly. overhead.

Facing the gust of wind, Gan Tang couldn't help shouting: "Master!"

But her voice was swallowed by thunder.

Although Ning Lang made a sword strike when the thunder struck, he was swallowed up by the thunder pillar in an instant, and the golden light on his body lasted only half a breath before dissipating.

Mei Qinghe said in a trembling voice: "Uncle Master, didn't you say that the three thunders are a hurdle? Why is the ninth thunder so much stronger than the eighth thunder? Let alone Ning Lang, even I am very It's hard to stop."

Master Uncle also replied solemnly: "No one has ever survived the forty-ninth calamity. How did I know that the power of the ninth thunder would be so great."

"Why doesn't this thunderbolt dissipate, why don't you go and help, Master Uncle?"

"It's not that I don't help, the sky thunder has already fallen, and I can't help."

"Oh, don't worry about this brat."

……

In the thunder column, Ning Lang's body was already bent, but he still held the Tai'a sword with both hands, draining all the strength from his body to resist the last nine thunderbolts that threatened to kill him .

He held the hilt of the sword in one hand, and he could only hold the tip of the sword in the other. Both hands were covered with blood, and the clothes on his body were torn like a beggar.

The power of thunder contained in the thunder pillar was transmitted to the inside of his body, and Ning Lang was suffering from great pain both on the surface and inside.

Ning Lang clenched his teeth, even though his body was dripping with blood, his eyes were still firm!

If you want my life, even the Heavenly King and I will not do it!
"I see how long you can hold on!"

Ning Lang raised his head and roared angrily, his beard and hair were all stretched out, and he looked like a mad fairy.

Hearing this roar, Mei Qinghe actually felt a little at ease.

Brat, who still has the heart to shout, probably won't be buried in the hands of the ninth thunder.

"Give me a break."

Ning Lang lifted both hands upwards, let go of his left hand, and swung out the last sword energy with his right hand using inertia.

Ninth thunder, scattered!
The black cloud disappeared.

The clouds receded.

That suppressed emotion is gone.

just.

After Ning Lang swung out the last sword energy, he fell straight to the ground.

There was blood all over his body.

After the thunder dissipated, the wounds in his body began to slowly overflow with black turbidity, which was the last bit of impurity in Ning Lang's body.

Now under the effect of the power of thunder, they are all repelled from the body.

This also marks that Ning Lang has stepped into the Jade Realm of a pure body, which is also the physique of an immortal.

Mei Qinghe looked at the deep pit under Ning Lang's body, recalled the thunder after another, and froze in the air for a while.

The alchemy old man cursed, "This brat, what a weirdo", and returned to the back mountain.

Gan Tang and Song Xiaohua hurried forward and helped the unconscious Ning Lang onto Song Zhifei's back, and Song Zhifei also carried Ning Lang into the room.

Master Uncle raised his big hand, slapped Mei Qinghe on the back of the head, and cursed: "What are you doing here, go and help him recover."

Mei Qinghe smiled mischievously and followed.

Master Uncle turned his head up to the sky and left with a big laugh.

in the room.

Ning Lang was helped by several apprentices to sit down on the Wannian ice bed, and Mei Qinghe sat down behind him, supporting his back with both hands, slowly calming down the chaotic breath in Ning Lang's body.

This process lasted for half an hour.

Gan Tang, Song Zhifei, Lin Qiu, and Li Huaijin just watched from the beginning to the end without making a sound.

Mei Qinghe finally breathed a sigh of relief, got up and said to the people in the room: "Your master is basically fine, let him recover here by himself, you all go out, don't disturb him."

After a group of people looked at each other a few times, they finally left the room and closed the door behind them.

……

three days later.

Li Qingyi, a disciple of the Xishu Sword Sect, came to ask what happened three days ago.

Mei Qinghe knew that this kind of thing could not be concealed, so he directly told him about the Four or Nine Heavenly Tribulations. Li Qing was dumbfounded after listening to it, and it took him a long time to realize that he came in a hurry and left in a hurry .

In the next few days, people from other immortal sects successively photographed people and came to inquire.

Mei Qinghe explained the truth one by one.

In just a few days, the fact that Ning Lang survived the forty-nine heavenly calamity is known all over the world.

The masters of the other six immortal sects are envious.

……

　Thanks for the reward of 1500 starting coins from Fengqixizhi.

　　
　
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