surnamed Wang

Over the capital city, the dark clouds gradually began to dissipate. Wang Gingquan quietly looked at the center of the robbery cloud. Wen Fuding was undoubtedly dead to the point of death. Under the baptism of thousands of thunderstorms, not even ash was left behind.

But for some reason, he couldn't be happy no matter what. The old Taoist's words before his death even gave him a hint of admiration.

Those who practice the Tao, pursue the ultimate realm throughout their lives, but in the end they are still under the will of God. Only by following the Tao can they be promoted to immortality. In the final analysis, they are still under the eaves...

"Alas..." Wang Gangquan sighed and turned to look at the two behind him.

Mendi Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and was reciting the Ksitigarbha Sutra in a low voice. The Buddhist family crosses people and self.

After the female monk finished reciting the Buddhist scriptures, she raised her head again and said calmly:
"The favor owed by the poor monk is over, let's say goodbye."

"Ah? Are you in such a hurry? I wanted to take my aunt around the capital." Wang Bingquan said in surprise.

The corner of the Queen's mouth curled up, and she smiled in front of the young man for the first time, and said lightly:
"The poor monk wants to take his apprentice back to Faling Temple to be shaved and ordained. See you later."

After finishing speaking, the female monk turned around and headed towards Guisheng Temple.

Wang Gingquan stood in the same place in a daze, and it took him a long time to recover, "My dear, no wonder my father likes it, it's so pretty when you smile."

When he turned his head, he saw that the old sword fairy was staring at him strangely, obviously thinking that he had some strange habit.

Wang Gangquan didn't bother to explain, he just stretched out his hand, "Bring it."

"What?" The old man glanced aside, pretending to be stupid.

"Don't pretend to be garlic, why, I let Zhang Danxuan take care of you personally?"

"Oh, look at this old man's memory, he's getting older, by the way, what did you just say?"

The old man pretended to be confused and addicted. After seeing the other party's slightly meaningful eyes, he took out the mahogany Dao sword from his sleeve and handed it over.

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In the Palace of Mental Cultivation, Emperor Shun still had his eyes closed, but his complexion was much better than before. Although it was not as rosy as ordinary people, it also faded away, but it didn't look bloody.Even though Nie Yingxue didn't know much about medical skills, seeing this situation felt a lot more at ease.

The dark clouds in the sky outside the house gradually receded, and the sun shone on the streets of the capital again. For ordinary people, it was just another ordinary and busy day, as if nothing had happened.

In the sky above the palace, Wang Bingquan and Ye Jian flew down to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Wang Gingquan nodded to the worried Nie Yingxue, then came to the bedside, put his palm on Emperor Shun's head, and muttered:
"The fairy caresses your crown, and grants you longevity by knotting your hair."

The other two couldn't laugh or cry when they heard the words, what time is it, and they still don't forget to take advantage.

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The meaning of purple and gold in Wang Gangquan's eyes flowed, and a trace of dragon energy poured into the Baihui acupoint on the top of Emperor Shun's head along the palm, and the latter's face gradually returned to ruddy, and his eyelids trembled slightly, showing signs of awakening.

With a smile on his face, Ye Jian turned his head to look out the window, and the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

"My lord, the situation doesn't seem to be very good." The old man reminded him.

Wang Gangquan was lowering his head to instill dragon energy into Emperor Shun, without raising his head, he said:
"It's wonderful. Although this incident will cause damage to his body to a certain extent, his life is saved. As long as he pays attention to recuperation and doesn't work too hard, it shouldn't be a big problem to live to fifty or sixty. Oh yes, Especially not excessive indulgence.

Look, isn't this about to wake up, old man, you told me that it's not good, could it be that you are cursing His Majesty..."

Wang Gangquan raised his head, just about to put a big hat on the other party, but he was also stunned by the scene outside the window.

In the sky outside the window, the dark red robbery cloud was still there, and the originally bright street was also stained with blood.

"It's strange, could it be that the demon is still alive?" Ye Jian looked suspicious.

Wang Gangquan said thoughtfully, "I'm afraid it's not because of him."

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"Who is going through the catastrophe here and hasn't shown up quickly? This Antarctic Longevity Emperor, transforming into nine heavens to respond to Yuan..."

The majestic voice above the red cloud began to introduce himself again.

Wang Gingquan shrank his neck. It was the first time he wanted to be a turtle with a shrunken head. He couldn't find his head, right?
He wasn't ready to cross the tribulation, to be precise, he wasn't ready for the righteous god of the Thunder Department to preside over the tribulation. The massive thunder pool just now was enough to wipe him out in ashes.

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The world was silent for a moment, and the voice above the clouds reappeared, but this time it was faintly cold:

"You are limited to appear within ten breaths, otherwise I will go to find you in person."

"It's a dog."

Wang Gingquan blurted out a word that made everyone present look at him, and old man Ye was convinced in his heart that this prince had some bad habits.

"Empress Empress, Your Majesty should be fine. I'll just go...forget it, I may not be able to come back, please tell Rongrong, after I die, sprinkle my ashes on...forget it, maybe the ashes will also be gone." Gone."

Wang Gangquan left an extremely tangled and inexplicable sentence, and then walked out of the door under the surprised eyes of the two, stepping towards the sky.

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"It's you?"

The voice in the clouds was slightly surprised, the age of the person in front of him was a bit too young.

With a smile on his face, Wang Pingquan rubbed his hands flatteringly and said:

"It's the villain. My lord, I know that you are so busy that you are too busy. You don't need to preside over such things as the catastrophe. I will set up a god for you at home later. No, I will build it for you in Beijing." A temple!"

When Wang Gangquan came out, the righteous gods behind the clouds were stunned for a moment. This bold young man in front of him actually dared to bribe the immortal!
"Boy, accept your thunder calamity honestly, don't use your mortal ways to humiliate me, it will only deepen your sin."

"Yes, yes, if you were any other immortal, you wouldn't have the guts, would you? Just seeing you enforce the law impartially and chop the old way that violates the way of heaven into flying ash, the villain will admire you from the bottom of your heart, not for anything else. , as long as you are an upright immortal, I have established this temple!"

Wang Gangquan had a righteous expression on his face, and he did not forget to add a sentence after finishing speaking: "Please be sure to preside over this thunder calamity, even if you die under your thunder, it is a small honor."

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Wang Gangquan's skillful flattery, even the immortals found it very useful, so the scene that shocked all the cultivators appeared. First, there was a cough in the sky, and then the red clouds all over the sky dimmed a bit.

"You act on behalf of the heavens and help the heavens eradicate disobedient people. You should be rewarded, so the power of the thunder calamity is halved."

As soon as the words were finished, a finger-thick red thunder fell and hit Wang Handquan's head. The latter was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and immediately understood, covering the top of his head in pain.

"Oh, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

At this moment, a majestic voice sounded in his head: "Boy, you're pretending too much."

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