After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

Everyone in the Shifang Sect stood far away. They had never seen the Demonic Cultivator's Divine Transformation Tribulation, but the black fire rising into the sky was already very different from the spiritual energy spilled out by ordinary cultivators.

Liu Yunqing stood under the black and white twin towers.

In an instant, a fire snake began to crawl up his body from his feet, crawled around his calves, reached his heart, and burrowed in.

His red clothes were still intact when burned by the fire, but the golden runes on them shone brightly. It was the protective barrier of the robes that was fighting against the black fire of his demon cultivator.

After two breaths, the red clothes turned into ashes.

The flesh and blood body was gradually burned, making a "sizzling-" sound.

Jiang Su immediately thought of barbecue.

"..."

Liu Yunqing's heart was burned with a large hole mottled with flesh and blood, and the lower half of his white ribs was covered with a beating red heart.

Zhang Yunsheng stared blankly as her beloved was covered in black fire, with red hearts in her eyes.

For the first time, the new head of the Zhang family felt the pain of heartburn.

It was clear that she was not the one caught in the fire, but she felt inexplicably heartbroken.

"Yunqing..."

The female cultivator in red murmured, and unconsciously lowered the whisk in her hand.

Once upon a time, this whisk entangled her beloved thousands of times.

Jiang Su walked up to her at some point and silently stuffed a one-foot-long wooden box into her hand.

Zhang Yunsheng was stunned, "Susu, this is..."

"Something that might have commemorative significance." She said calmly.

Zhang Yunsheng was worried about Liu Yunqing. Now he had the wooden box in his hand and opened it with slightly trembling fingers.

Inside are most of the stone slag and a spiritual stone whose spiritual energy has dissipated and has become dim.

It was the spiritual stone that Zhang Mu brought into the Black Tower, and the remaining dregs from Jiang Suyong...

"Susu this is???"

Jiang Su suddenly held her hand and closed the box again, "It belongs to your Zhang family."

Zhang Yunsheng didn't know why, and turned his worried eyes to Liu Yunqing again.

At this time, all the flesh and blood on his body disappeared, leaving only a pair of extremely white bones.

A monk is promoted to become a god and uses thunder and calamity to sharpen his flesh and blood before he can become an earthly immortal.

The demon cultivator is burning his body with his own evil fire.

Liu Yunqing's bones became whiter and whiter as they burned, even forming a sharp contrast with the black fire.

He has lived an extremely clean life.

A person who is honest and aboveboard will never be blackened in his bones.

Thunderclouds gradually appeared in the sky, almost as powerful as the thunderclouds that Jiang Su had just promoted to become a god.

The only difference is that this thundercloud is not as thick as before, more like a gray cloud with a reduced color.

"Boom—"

The first bolt of thunder fell from the sky, passing through Bai Gu's head and spine and hitting the ground. There was a faint electric current on the skeleton.

Just as the second thunderstorm was swirling and accumulating in the sky, the flesh and blood of Liu Yunqing's legs gradually grew out, like flesh worms crawling out of the ground wrapping around the white bones.

The black fire in his legs dissipated.

The second thunderstorm suddenly fell, illuminating the looming black threads in the large gray clouds.

This time, it hit Liu Yunqing's heart. A large white flesh insect suddenly crawled into his empty ribs. It gradually turned red and beat out of thin air.

The big white skeleton was motionless.

The third lightning tribulation came down together with the fourth thunder tribulation, hitting the two metacarpal bones of Bai Gu at the same time. The flesh and blood gradually crawled from the fingertips to the middle of the body, wrapping most of the ribs.

When the fifth thunderstorm descended, this former skeleton already had obvious muscle lines.

Broad shoulders, strong chest muscles, strong arms, and strong thighs, and somewhere.

"ah……"

Song Wan'er lowered her head in shame, but Tong An froze in place with her eyes wide open.

Shen Yunyang covered Tong An's eyes and turned her [-] degrees. Fang Zhe looked at the little doctor subconsciously, and then suddenly remembered that she had never opened her eyes at all...

Why did he want to see a minor doctor?

It seemed like...he sometimes felt...that Jiang Su could know the surrounding environment.

Fang Zhe silently added a barrier to her body.

A girl in green clothes was sitting on the sofa in a modern home in the sea of ​​consciousness, watching the image of a naked man from the Black Hundred Towers on the LCD TV in the distance, and cracking melon seeds with gusto.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's good to be a god. My consciousness has improved and I can transform into fragrance..."

"Here comes a roast duck! I want three boxes of sauce!"

As a former medical student, she had no interest in the senior brother's pictures and even switched the channel on the LCD TV to see Zhang Yunsheng's reaction.

The ears of the female cultivator in red were almost redder than her clothes.

The next moment, the TV screen suddenly went black.

Um? ? ? The signal is cut off? ? ?

Zhang Yunsheng knew what the process was like for a monk to advance to become a god. It was nothing more than being struck by lightning, being chopped into ashes, and finally crawling out of the ashes when he was successful. If he was not successful, he would just be dregs blown away by the wind.

But... why is this process of demon cultivator promotion so...

Makes people blush.

Thunder disasters occurred one after another.

From the beginning to the end, there was only the sound of lightning and electricity sizzling under the entire black tower, without any gasping or howling.

Liu Yunqing was also very lucky that his vocal cords had long been burnt to ashes, preventing him from wailing loudly in front of his fellow Taoists.

Does it hurt to be burned?

pain!very painful!
  He felt like he had truly walked through a sea of ​​fire! He's not getting promoted! He is dying! His body died all over again!
  He suddenly thought of a historical record he had seen in the library, which mentioned the ancient demon cultivator, saying that demon cultivators who became gods had to sacrifice their lives for the rest of their lives.

Zhang Yunsheng tightened his grip on Jiang Su's hand at some point.

These hands are extraordinarily soft and correspond to the word "soft catkin".

A stress-relieving tool in a sense!

Under her earnest gaze, the sword cultivator's angular appearance reappeared on the white skull.

Handsome and cool.

The eyebrows are like swords dyed with thick ink, the nose bones are high, and the eyelids are tightly closed and the eye sockets are extremely deep.

The lips are neither thick nor thin, just right and affectionate. The complexion is faintly red and yellow, bright and subtle.

Liu Yunqing is done.

There is such a thought in everyone's mind.

"Boom—"

The ninth thunder tribulation in the sky made them suddenly wake up!
  "There is still another lightning disaster?! But senior brother has already grown up?!!"

Shen Yunyang raised his head, looking at the thunder as thick as a beam in disbelief, and silently clenched the Burning Evil Sword in his hand.

This thunder is too terrifying...

"This is... splitting his soul."

Everyone looked at the person who spoke. He was a Confucian monk wearing a white shirt and carrying a bookcase on his back.

Xia Qingming slowly shook his head and sighed: "The magic cultivator's thunder catastrophe is difficult in the last step, which is equivalent to the monk's chance to ascend."

Zhang Yunsheng ran to his side, and this disciple of our family rarely lost his etiquette, "May I ask this Confucian and Taoist friend, how to cross this ninth thunder?!"

Jiang Su followed silently.

Xia Qingming's eyes fell on the girl in green, with a hint of complicated emotions hidden in her eyes, and then looked at Zhang Yunsheng.

"There is no need to survive the ninth thunder tribulation, it is all about relying on your heart and virtue."

"If this person has a clear conscience throughout his life, this lightning strike will be just like a drop of rain, neither painful nor itchy."

"If...you have a guilty conscience..."

"The body dies and the road disappears."

(End of this chapter)