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Chapter 61 Heavenly Tribulation
Although she likes beautiful colors, she has always been indifferent, not to mention that Xianjun Zheliu is praised more because of her temperament and temperament. In terms of beauty, there is no doubt that she is Shuyu.

But she didn't want to meet again, he had already become her savior. At that time, Sang Ning was seriously injured and needed to recuperate slowly to recover her divine power. After sending a letter to Fu Sang, she stayed in the south of Tianshui, and Xianjun Zheliu also accompanied her along the way. She stayed there.

They stayed there for a whole hundred years, retreating and practicing together, talking about the heaven and the Tao together, changing from the world to the major events in the six worlds.

A hundred years is not a long time for an immortal, but it is also not a short time.

Getting along day and night made them gradually cherish each other, and a romantic love affair arose for no reason.

Immortals have always been free, since they love each other, and have nothing to do with other things.

None of them said it clearly, but they tacitly took a step closer.

One day, Zhe Liu hugged her and sat under the stars all over the sky, his eyes were full of starlight, and she also filled it, making people lost and sinking at a glance.

She still remembered that he said to her word by word, "Sang Ning, Your Majesty treats me like a father and a friend, and when your divine power recovers, I will tell His Majesty that I want to be a Taoist couple with you, okay?"

What was she thinking at that time?
She just felt that her whole heart seemed to be thrown into a honeypot, so sweet that she couldn't find the north, south, east, and west.

She nodded heavily and agreed.

At that time, he thought, when she recovered her strength and returned to the cloud realm, she would tell Fusang.

She has someone she likes.

She also wants to become a Taoist companion with him, and walk with him on the long journey of immortality.

It's a pity that some words seem to be destined to never be spoken.

There are traces of some things, but she chooses not to think too much and thinks that it can still be the same as before and will not change.

Once after she came out of retreat, she saw Immortal Zheliu again, and suddenly felt that he was much haggard and absent-minded.

Sang Ning was puzzled, so he asked directly: "Jun Yi, what's wrong with you?"

"When I returned to the Heaven Realm. I dealt with a crooked way, and my mind was a little exhausted..." He said with a pale face.

At that time, although Sang Ning felt something was wrong, she didn't think much about it. She naively thought that he would never lie to her.

She accepted his explanation with peace of mind, but never noticed his increasingly cold eyes.

Or maybe it wasn't that she didn't pay attention, but that she didn't want to think about it.

Time is like pressing the accelerator button, rewinding rapidly, and then spinning rapidly.

After a hundred years of practice in the south of Tianshui, she finally recovered her divine power, but received the most fatal blow.

Zheliu Xianjun stood in front of her, begging her for her Tengyun Yuqing.

"Miaoying, she was seriously injured, and she would have died without your Tengyun Yuqing."

"Miaoying met me at a young age and has saved my life. I have to repay it."

"What about me? Jun Yi, what am I? Do you know what Tengyun Yuqing means to me?"

"I know, but I can't just watch Miao Ying die." He suddenly roared sharply, losing his previous bearing.

Sang Ning never thought about it at that time.

The gentle and watery Xianjun Zheliu would one day become hysterical because of another woman.

Sang Ning suddenly found that she could not accept this fact.

"In Xianjun's heart, is she more important than me?"

"You can't compare."

Sang Ning only felt that all this was very ridiculous, but her pride did not allow her to bow her head, "So, for her sake, Xianjun Zheliu would stay by my side pretendingly, just to plot against Tengyuan Yuqing of our Tengluo clan?"

She asked indifferently, in exchange for his boundless silence.

"Xianjun has stayed by my side for a hundred years, it's really difficult for you, this situation can be learned from the world, presumably God will not let your sweetheart die."

In the end, he seemed to sigh deeply, and suddenly replied: "Yes, it was all for Teng Yuan Yuqing from the beginning to the end."

"You think I'll give it to you if you want it?" As if she heard something funny, Teng Yuanyu was on her body.

As long as she doesn't want to give it, no one can take it at will.

"I saved the life of Goddess Ziyou, and I want to borrow your Tengyuan Yuqing." Zheliu Xingjun continued to say stubbornly.

Sang Ning laughed out loud as if trying to cover up his gaffe, "But I won't give it to you."

"What if I want to?"

"Only you are worthy of fighting with me."

No matter how powerful Zheliu Xianjun's celestial power was, he couldn't compare to Sang Ning who had recovered his divine power, so naturally he couldn't stop her.

Later, she often felt that the whole hundred years of being together in the south of Tianshui was like a grand and absurd dream.

God only wanted her to experience it, but never wanted her to get it. When she woke up from the dream, she only felt the past, painful, but unable to change it.

However, all the catastrophes did not stop there.

When Sang Ning returned to the eight wildernesses of the cloud realm, Fusang told her in a solemn tone that the thunder catastrophe of the eight wildernesses in the cloud realm was coming.

What is gained must be lost, and what is given can be gained, the way of heaven has always been like this.

The eight wildernesses of the cloud realm take in the spirits with low spiritual power in the world, and while protecting them, they need the patron saint of the eight wildernesses of the cloud realm to resist the catastrophe they should have resisted.

The stability of the cloud realm for thousands of years was bought by the realm master alone against the catastrophe.

However, the heavenly tribulation in the cloud realm has never had any rules at all.

It seems that the catastrophe will come whenever it wants.

Ever since the last master of the eight wildernesses of the cloud realm fell, Fusang connected his lifeline with the eight wildernesses of the cloud realm in order to protect the eight wildernesses of the cloud realm, so he was naturally able to perceive the catastrophe in advance.

"Sang Ning, I foresee that this catastrophe will be extremely dangerous, and it may be a disaster for my cloud realm."

"Fusang, I'm still here, I'm a god, no matter how dangerous the catastrophe is, can it be greater than me?"

Fusang shook his head solemnly, "Sang Ning, I always feel that this catastrophe is strange and unusual. Although there is never a fixed number of catastrophes in the eight wilds of the cloud, the way of heaven is grateful for the good life of the eight wilds of the cloud. There will not be such a heavy catastrophe."

At that time, Sang Ning didn't understand Fusang's worries, and felt that he was a bit exaggerated. Although her divine power had not yet reached its peak, it was not enough to stop even a small catastrophe in the sky.

She temporarily forced herself to forget the memories of the south of Tianshui, and devoted herself to cultivating in the eight wildernesses of the cloud realm, pouring divine power into the enchantment of the eight wildernesses of the cloud realm.

But she never thought that Fusang's words really became a prophecy.

On the day before the catastrophe, Sang Ning had a dream, dreaming of the catastrophe in the sky.

That was the most severe catastrophe that the cloud realm had encountered for thousands of years.

Nine nine 81 thunderbolts, each of which came straight at them without the slightest breath, the enchantment poured by the divine power of the previous generations of cloud realm and eight desolation realm masters was so vulnerable in front of the way of heaven.

The divine power scattered, and the enchantment shattered.

Many spirits and monsters in the Eight Desolations of the Cloud Territory suffered countless deaths and injuries under the catastrophe, and almost none of them survived.

The Protoss seldom dreamed. Once they dreamed, either they could not get out of the past, or they could predict the future.

(End of this chapter)