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Chapter 104 I Want This Thundercloud, It Disappears!

The ceremony of crossing the catastrophe in Qianling Holy Land was held in a wide and small plain.

As early as half a month ago, the elders of Qianling Holy Land had already arranged various avoidance circles.

In addition, the magic tools for crossing the catastrophe mass-produced by the Jiangzaotang, as well as the qi-tonifying pills and soul-cultivating pills produced by the medical hall are all ready for the catastrophe.

As the first life-and-death barrier of the Great Dao, and also the first threshold, Qianling Holy Land attaches great importance to this collective crossing.

There are a total of 500 people who registered to cross the catastrophe this time.

It is impossible for all 500 people to successfully cross the tribulation.

Even with the help of the sect, practice is one's own business after all. In the end, 1000 people can successfully cross the catastrophe, which is already considered a success.

Bringing my juniors to the small plain, the whole plain is already crowded with people.

After all, this is the first time that Qianling Holy Land has held the ceremony of crossing the catastrophe, and many monks in the holy land came to watch the catastrophe.

Those who have survived the catastrophe, come and see the fun.

For those who haven't survived the catastrophe, let's take a look at how the seniors survived the catastrophe and learn from it.

In addition to the monks who were present, Qianling Holy Land also broadcast live in the mirror.

A total of one hundred monks with rich photography will direct the broadcast to ensure that the audience has the best experience before the mirror.

"You don't want to walk around here casually, senior brother, I'm going to go through a catastrophe, and I'll be back soon." Su Li brought Qianyun and the others to an excellent spot to watch the catastrophe.

"Well, we will wait for the brother to come back."

Qianyun handed over an amulet, which Qianyun embroidered by herself these days.

"Yinling, Yinling also has something for senior brother." Yinling handed out a small puppet, which was also sewn by Yinling herself.

Bai Susu also used her tail to hand out a piece of silver scale that faded off yesterday, saying "take my blessing, and then go back to eat after the catastrophe".

Seeing that they all prepared gifts for Su Li to bless Su Li, Mo Lan felt that he had miscalculated, why didn't he think of it!
However, Mo Lan made amends in time, and handed out a hairpin on top of his head: "Senior brother, this hairpin is an heirloom hairpin that my mother gave to Jiujiu. Jiujiu has been wearing it since he was a child. I hope it can protect my brother."

Looking at the hairpin, Su Li frowned slightly.

My God, your mother's heirloom hairpin.

I'm afraid you don't even know who your mother is.

"Thank you, Junior Sister Qin, for your kindness."

Su Li was the only one who rejected Mo Lan's gift.

"Junior Sister has already received her wish, but this hairpin is very meaningful. I am afraid that Tianjie will accidentally break it. Junior Sister should keep it for herself."

After the words fell, before Mo Lan could say anything else, Su Li bowed to the junior sisters and flew into the magic circle in Pingyuan.

Just kidding, how could I accept Mo Lan's hairpin.

What if this guy tampers with the hairpin and kills himself with the help of lightning?
Then don't you suffer?

After watching Su Li reject him, he flew away in a hurry.

Mo Lan's chest heaved violently with anger!

"I'm so pissed off, I'm so pissed off!!! Although this hairpin wasn't a gift from my mother, it's also my favorite one! It's also really effective in protecting against lightning.

You don't even want to lend it to you temporarily!
You'll be struck to death by lightning!
and many more
No.

He cannot be hacked to death!

He will survive the catastrophe, and then he will be carried to the Black Demon Sect by himself, and he will be tortured to death! "

What needs to be paid attention to in crossing the catastrophe is the right time, place and people.

When the auspicious time was less than an hour away, the elders from all halls and peaks were seated to observe the ceremony. On the main seat was the avatar of Lord Qianling.

The appearance of the Holy Master Qian Ling made the scene even more heated, and the barrage that was originally lively was doubled.

"Before everyone crosses the catastrophe, I will simply say a few words."

Zhou Wuqing got up, the voice was swaying under the blessing of spiritual power, and hundreds of cameras were directed at Zhou Wuqing at the same time.

"This Tribulation Ceremony is the first time that our Qianling Holy Land is held, and it is also the first time that the Great Era is coming.

In the future era, thousands of years from now, maybe there will be no ships to carry us old guys.

But you are different!You are the new age!
We monks, our practice is to go against the sky, but!so what!I was my old man."

No one thought of it.

Master Shengzhu's "simply say a few sentences" turned out to be longer and longer.

"Why do I feel that the Holy Master is a chatterbox?"

"Did the Lord have such a long speech before?"

"I don't know, but I feel that the Holy Master is pretending."

"What is pretense? Can the matter of the Holy Master be called pretense? This is called showing off in front of others."

Gradually, the monks present all dozed off, and the disciples before the mirror were even more complaining.

Su Li could only rub the corners of his eyes. He knew that, in fact, this was an old father showing off his glorious years in front of his daughter.
It is the last stubbornness of an old father.

The auspicious time is approaching for the self-speech of Lord Qian Ling.

If it weren't for the reminders from the elders around, Holy Lord Qianling probably wouldn't be able to stop.

When he finished speaking, Zhou Wuqing looked in Mo Lan's direction deliberately, with pride and pride hidden in his eyes.

As if to say "How about it, your father and I were amazing back then!"

But Mo Lan didn't listen to Zhou Wuqing's speech at all.

Even after knowing that the original Elder Zhou who tested her was Zhou Wuqing, Mo Lan was still very panicked, worried whether her identity would be exposed.

But Mo Lan felt that the possibility was unlikely.

Because Zhou Wuqing was just a clone when he saw him.

The realm is only fairyland.

As long as he didn't deliberately check his identity, he shouldn't be able to find out.

And if he was discovered, he would have been arrested long ago, how could he still be standing here.

"Finally! I wish you success in crossing the tribulation, the future is your era!"

"Clap clap clap!"

When Holy Master Qianling finally finished, the audience burst into thunderous applause, which was very enthusiastic, even more enthusiastic than before the Holy Master gave his speech.

Tribulation begins.

Due to the limited carrying capacity of the magic circle, only 50 people can cross the tribulation at one time, which is divided into [-] rounds and drawn by lottery.

Unfortunately, Su Li got the last draw.

But it doesn't matter, it just so happens that I can see more about how the buddies who crossed the catastrophe did.

The first tribulation begins.

The fifty monks in the first scene occupied fifty positions on the plain, separated by a long distance.

In fact, they have already completed the Furnace Building Realm, but they have been backlogging.

Finally, at this moment, they were all released.

Fifty monks stepped into the cave one by one (pseudo)!

At the same time, the sky was filled with dark clouds, thunder and lightning.

As long as they survive this thunder disaster, they will be able to enter the real cave realm!
"My monk, how can I be afraid of thunder disaster! God, if you have the ability, you will kill me this time!"

A disciple of the Sword Hall shouted towards the sky.

"Hahaha, Thunder Tribulation? It's a small matter."

The disciple of Yihanlance Peak laughed loudly with his hands behind his back.

"I want this day, don't cover my eyes anymore! I want this thundercloud to disappear!"

Yishufeng's disciples are full of pride.

"Come on! Hack your grandfather and me!"

A Wufeng disciple raised his middle finger.

In an instant.

In the sky, there is thunder!
Fifty thunderbolts poured down at the same time.

As if to chop them up so that they don't even know their mother.

(End of this chapter)