"Uncle Xiao, can you take us to Tongtian Peak, and when the master is tortured by thunder, Zifeng and I will take the master back."

Xiao Chu was stunned for a moment, and immediately nodded: "No problem, come with me." ”

The two of them walked towards Tongtian Peak under the strange eyes of the Luxiantai disciples, and after taking a few steps, the sky suddenly darkened, and then, an astonishing white light flashed across the sky, followed by a loud rumbling sound.

The timid disciples trembled with fright, and hurriedly stood in a group.

Thunder punishment, this is just one......

Ninety-nine eighty-one, the mortal body will immediately turn into ashes, and everything must be supported by cultivation.

Xiao Huai, who was last subjected to thunder punishment, was drunk, and his cultivation was almost scattered, and he was later killed by his ungrateful apprentice Fan Lingshu, not because the injury of thunder punishment did not recover.

"Master......" Zifeng sniffed, his eyes reddened.

"Don't worry." Dust Feng grabbed his hand, "Master, he'...... He always taught us, so things are not scary, as long as they ...... Rise to the challenge, and you will ...... Bright ......"

Another flash of thunder flashed, and the sky became black and bright.

Everyone fell silent, silently counting the number of thunderbolts.

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"One, two, three, all right!"

Van Lingshu threw the embroidery needle and collapsed on the floor as if freed.

"Miss, you can't do this after you get married." Jin Zhu hurriedly helped her up, "The prince said that before getting married, the eldest lady went to Dajue Temple to pray for blessings for two days. ”

The spiritual seat of the king of Bac Ninh is in Dajue Temple, and Mu Hanyan will go to worship every year, and the spiritual body has never worshiped her mother's spiritual seat, so she agreed without hesitation.

After packing up his things, Mu Xiao took a few Black Flag Soldiers to follow, and then set off for Dajue Temple.

In the carriage, Yuzhao was a little dazed and said, "Yan'er, it's so terrible to dream these two days?" ”

"What did you dream about?" Van Lingshu asked with a smile.

"A lot of people died, there was blood everywhere, and Yan'er didn't come to save me......" Yuzhao sniffed, feeling like she was going to cry.

Maybe it wasn't a dream, it was something that Yu Zhao had experienced when he was the holy sword.

"It's just a dream, if you're afraid, wait until you get to the temple and pray sincerely in front of the gods and Buddhas."

"Hmm!" Yu Zhao soon became happy.

The carriage walked for a long time, and when it arrived at the Dajue Temple, Yuzhao ran into the temple as soon as he slipped through the smoke, and Fan Lingshu hurriedly asked a black flag army to follow.

"Miss Mu, please go this way." The abbot and monks of Dajue Temple came out to greet her, and every year the Xining Royal Mansion would donate a large amount of sesame oil money to the temple, and they naturally did not dare to snub her.

The Buddha followed the abbot to worship the gods and Buddhas, and then went to worship Mu Lan's spiritual seat.

"Let's all go down." After retiring her servants, she knelt alone in front of Mu Lan's spiritual seat.

"Maybe I should call you Mother too, but now I believe that Han Yan and Lingshu are reunited with you in heaven." Fan Lingshu said in a low voice, "About Yu Zhao, I think I already know what she is, you used your life sacrifice to seal her, you don't want her power to harm the world, maybe you did something wrong back then, so you made up for it in this way, I can promise you that you will protect her and prevent people with bad intentions from getting it." ”

The black spirit stood there silently, and after death, it was unknown where the soul went, and she received no response.

Fan Lingshu smiled faintly, and suddenly heard a slight voice behind the spiritual position, she quickly stood up: "Who is there?" ”