surnamed Wang

Just now, on the beach, Wang Gangquan was talking to himself alone, and at the end, he couldn't help laughing bitterly.

This is just his spiritual sea, not the place where he lived with that woman. All he did was just deceiving himself.

Thinking of this, Wang Gangquan stood up and walked towards the sea slowly. The sandy beach behind him melted little by little as he advanced step by step.

By the time he stepped on the sea, the beach had completely melted, turned into sea water, and merged into the spiritual sea.

"It's time to cross this sea."

Wang Gangquan murmured, walking forward without stopping.

As he moved forward step by step, the sea behind him was choppy, with thousands of waves rolled up, and the entire sea gradually boiled.

Wang Gangquan walked faster and faster, and at the end he started running directly. At the end of the run, the entire seawater had completely turned pale gold, and its volume was gradually decreasing.

"Concentrate the spiritual sea into a golden core." Wang Bingquan repeated the words of the master that day.

The sea water gradually became thicker, and finally, the huge spiritual sea turned into a one-foot-square golden spiritual liquid.

"It only takes one more step to form an alchemy, but at this time, it is enough to attract a catastrophe." Wang Gangquan looked indifferently.

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Back to the present, after the sixth thunderstorm, Wen Fuding's whole body was scorched, but his mouth was still stiff:
"Wang Gangquan, you have forced this old man to such an extent, this old man will definitely not let you off lightly."

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he threw out a piece of talisman paper again, quickly formed a complicated seal with both hands, and shouted:
"Please ask Nine Heavens to respond to the sound of thunder and universalize the upper body of Tianzun..."

"Stop pretending." Wang Bingquan interrupted him coldly.

"The righteous god is not possessed, and the possessed body is not the righteous god. If you really have the ability to invite the Leibu righteous god, then what you cast should be the method of five thunders, not the weaker ten thunders.

Thinking about it now, I was deceived by you at the beginning. Your so-called invitation to the gods was just a way to help the spirit, and the only ones you invited were some fake fairies from the mountains. "

Wen Fuding was pierced by the opponent, his eyes couldn't help squinting slightly, but the movement of his hands didn't stop. After the seal was formed, he pointed forward, and the talisman paper burst into flames.

Not far from the east, there was a muffled thunder, and then, a sharp voice came:

"Wen Fuding, why did you summon this immortal to come here during the tribulation?"

The rest of the people were all surprised when they heard the words, even Wang Gangquan was no exception, it was the first time he heard the so-called immortal speak.

Wen Fuding seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and hurriedly bowed to the east and said:
"Also ask the Great Immortal to help the poor Daoist against a thunderstorm."

"..."

The thunder rolled over everyone's heads, Dongfang didn't make another sound, and after a while, the sharp voice said again:
"This immortal can help you resist a thunderstorm, but the price will be ten times the original price."

"Everything is as the Great Immortal said."

Wen Fuding always bowed his body, not daring to disobey in the slightest.

Hearing this, Wang Gangquan couldn't help cursing:

"Damn it, this is going to be difficult."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Fuding straightened up again. Although he was still scorched all over at this time, his demeanor was completely different from before, exuding a domineering aura.

In the past, this kind of majesty would have scared Wang Gingquan out of his breath, but now, in his view, Wen Fuding revealed a faint evil spirit.

……

Wang Gangquan raised his head and looked at him calmly, which surprised the other side.

"Huh? Little baby, no wonder you were able to push this Taoist to such a level. It turns out that you are about to ascend."

The possessed Wen Fuding stepped lightly, and his figure instantly came to Wang Gangquan. He carefully looked at the young man in front of him, and his face was even more surprised.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that there are people who practice orthodox fairy arts in this world. It's really rare."

Wang Gangquan's heart couldn't help but to hear the meaning of the other party's words, it didn't seem to come from this world.

"It's just that you were disrespectful to me just now, saying that I am a fake fairy who deceives the world and steals the name. You still have to settle this account clearly."

As soon as Wen Fuding finished speaking, the lightning flashed in his hand, and he grabbed the young man in front of him.

Wang Gangquan had been prepared for a long time, he kicked the opponent's chest, and he used his strength to go away. He threw out a piece of talisman paper and shouted loudly:

"I don't care if you are a real fairy or a fake fairy, and eat a magic talisman from my young master."

The old Taoist showed disdain, and slapped the talisman paper casually, "A talisman that doesn't make any sense, and you want to hurt this immortal?"

Just the next moment, the disdain on his face was replaced by panic, and then he shook his hands and let out a scream that was even shriller than a woman:
"Damn it, how could there be Immortal Gu in this world, hasn't it been wiped out long ago, who are you?"

Wang Gangquan jumped a hundred steps away in one breath, stared at the other party cautiously, and did not answer.

Just now, the moment Wen Fuding was possessed, he secretly hid the Immortal Gu on the back of a piece of talisman paper. Since he claims to be an immortal, he must have some aura, and the Immortal Gu is precisely the one that restrains the aura.

Wen Fuding's screaming continued, the Immortal Gu, who had been starving for several months, finally encountered the spiritual energy, so naturally he wanted to get into the opponent's bones.

Now that thing that claims to be an immortal occupies the body of the old Taoist, so he naturally feels the same pain, the double pain of the spirit body and the body, no one can bear it.

"It caused me to suffer this kind of pain, Wen Fuding, I want to suck up your Yangshou, and that kid, who dared to use Immortal Gu to deal with me, this fairy will definitely have your cramps peeled off, and your soul will be trained into the soul streamer , torture you forever and ever."

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he rolled his eyes, his hair that had finally turned black turned gray again, and even his face was much more haggard than before, with dimples all over his face, as if he had aged dozens of years all of a sudden.

The old Taoist screamed in pain, Yangshou was rapidly lost, and his body was eaten by the immortal Gu, this pain almost penetrated the whole soul.

At this moment, the seventh thunder from the sky finally couldn't hold back and fell down.

……

With a thought in Wang Gangquan's mind, a red beetle quickly rushed out of Wen Fuding's body and flew towards this direction with a buzzing sound. Sweeping out, instantly disappeared.

Wen Fuding survived the catastrophe, but there were future disasters. Seeing that the thunder was coming, the old Taoist took out a golden talisman from his arms tremblingly, and stuck it on the top of his head.

Nearly half of the sky was dyed bright red, and the sound of thunder resounded throughout the capital. The people in the capital looked up at the sky. Even if the clouds were thick, they couldn't stop the red light from the sky.

……

The sturdy Jielei even Mendi Bodhisattva, who is a Buddhist sage, had to avoid the front for a while, and stepped back a few hundred steps with the old sword fairy.

Wen Fuding, located in the center of the thunderstorm, was being protected by a touch of golden aura. The ascension he had been looking for all his life was right in front of him, but it was as far away as a moat.

"Master, I really should have listened to you back then."

Wen Fuding opened his mouth, his voice was extremely old, anyone who heard it felt that he would drive west the next moment.

The lightning strike lasted longer than before, a full ten breaths, if it wasn't for the body protection talisman, the old man would have turned into flying ash in the first three breaths.

Wang Gingquan quietly looked at the Taoist engulfed by the red light, his expression was flat, neither sad nor happy.

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