I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

"Zhaozhao, what are you doing? Why don't you go home so late?"

Yang Zhao turned around and took a look, recognizing that it was her father.

Father Yang was smiling and energetic. He stood there waving for Yang Zhao to hurry up.

Yang Zhao looked at me lustfully a few more times, but I didn't stop.

Yang Zhao is running away.

She struggled to escape away from the statue in the sea of ​​​​blood among the mountains of corpses and in the blood-red sky.

Blood mixed with soil stuck to Yang Zhao's feet like glue, preventing her from escaping and pulling her to stop.

She felt like she had been running away for a century, but when she looked back, she could still clearly see the compassionate expression of the statue.

The statue of the god is still so close, and there are still so many corpses.

She looked sluggish and walked unsteadily, feeling like everything was mocking her, mocking her for being overestimated, and mocking her for her wishful thinking.

But Yang Zhao didn't dare to stop. Once she stopped, she would turn into an animal that fell into the swamp and be swallowed bloody by the bones beneath her feet.

If Ruoyouruowu's singing hadn't still inspired her, if the fear of death hadn't spurred her on, she might have chosen to lie down.

She was really tired. Yang Zhao was not only tired physically, but also put a lot of pressure on her mentally.

"How can there be personal well-being? Who made us wander? Who made us flee? Who made our country ruined? Who wants our nation to perish? Come, come, come! Come, come, come! Let us not think about ourselves, let us not care Personal escape..."

Yang Zhao sang along and ran mechanically.

The majestic chorus of thousands of soldiers provided her with a rare sense of security and support in this strange world.

She always felt that she had forgotten something, which should be a very important thing. She had a strong hunch that this matter would decisively improve her current predicament.

But this matter is like a mouse getting into a mouse hole. You can only peek outside and see a long and thin tail in the hole, but you can't catch the whole mouse.

"Yang Zhao! Why are you running out every day? It's noon, and you won't go home to eat!"

A familiar cry came from not far away, and Yang Zhao couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Here it comes again. Ever since she was knocked awake by a big stick and started beating the wall, she has not only heard someone calling her.

At the beginning, it would be some kind of child or old man, lying on the ground pretending to be pitiful and asking for help, begging her to stop.

Yang Zhao was a little confused at first, and his brain hadn't started working yet, so he ran two steps in that direction.

As soon as she got closer, she watched helplessly as the baby was split in half by an unknown force, and then turned into an immature skeleton.

At that time, the song just happened to come.

"Cut the devils' heads with the big knife..."

Yang Zhao couldn't help but take two steps forward, then suddenly stopped and started running back.

Her brain seemed to have been dripped with lubricant, and it started to spin.

Although it didn't turn very fast, it still allowed her to identify a little bit of the current situation.

Then this trick began to evolve, from children to the elderly, from injured women to people she knew, from her relatives and friends to her parents and brothers.

The relationship between these people is getting closer and closer to her, and their immunity to singing is getting higher and higher.

These real-life calls evolved to become more and more similar step by step, to the point where Yang Zhao couldn't tell whether they were real or fake.

He was getting closer and closer to her step by step, so close that this figure who looked like her mother was less than ten steps away from her.

These figures stood between the blood-red sky and earth, squeezing her reason little by little, consuming her mind, tightening her nerves, and consuming her physical strength.

Just like the dull knife cutting flesh, Yang Zhao could not die happily and had nowhere to escape. He could only live and feel the pain of each knife.

"A man should be in a dangerous career, so how can he let a scholar's crown derail his life? What's more, the country is in danger, as if there are too many eggs, and the competition between feathers and plumes will never stop!"

At this point in the song, Yang Zhao had a flash of idea and suddenly grabbed me by the tail of the mouse.

That's a little note!

That was a small note from Shen Ruoyu!
Yang Zhao stopped, panting heavily while scolding her, and turned around to look directly at her mother.

Then she solemnly bowed to her mother.

"Please, ancestors, bless me!"

Yang Zhao spoke in a hoarse voice and could not hear her voice even three steps away from her.

But just by saying this, the mother, who was smiling and taking care of Yang Zhao when he got home for dinner, turned stiff and stopped mid-sentence.

Yang Zhao continued to bow twice.

"Please, ancestors, bless me!"

The skin and flesh on my mother's body seemed to have been peeled off, revealing a withered white skeleton inside.

The blood-red sky and earth began to brighten slightly. The blood-mud earth under her feet no longer pulled her down, and the smile on the face of the distant statue disappeared.

Yang Zhao paid three respects.

"Please, ancestors, bless me!"

In an instant, a warm light broke through all the obstacles and shone on Yang Zhao, like a big hand protecting her completely in his arms.

In the blink of an eye, the light grew bigger and stronger.

The nearby skeletons were reduced to ashes in the light, the distant statues were broken, and the blood on the ground began to condense.

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound.

The whole world was like broken glass, cut into pieces by the light from Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao hunched over and smelled the fishy smell of the sea, smelled the fragrance of green grass, felt the sight of others, and heard someone's faint words.

"Wake up quickly, thunder is coming!"

Shen Ruoyu!
Yang Zhao suddenly opened his eyes and saw Shen Ruoyu standing not far away.

"Master... Ancestor..."

Yang Zhao's nose felt sore and tears fell out.

Shen Ruoyu summoned a water balloon and threw it in Yang Zhao's face.

"look up!"

When Yang Zhaomeng looked up, he saw the sky was covered with dark clouds and bursts of thunder.

Her scalp was numb, she stood up and flew towards Shen Ruoyu.

Before it was half a foot away from the ground, a bolt of lightning hit the ground where she was sitting with a "Cang!"

The splashed dust hit Yang Zhao all over.

Yang Zhao was startled and ran towards Shen Ruoyu without stopping. "Master~~Help~~, I haven't violated the rules of heaven. Why is this Lei following me?"

Bursts of lightning made her hair explode, and the subsequent rolling thunder impacted her eardrums.

She ran towards her master at lightning speed, with Lightning chasing after her, while Shen Ruoyu and Luan Chuanxiong flew away.

After a few breaths, the distance between the two parties not only did not shrink, but became further and further away.

"Master~~, help~~"

"This is your thunder disaster, why run away!"

Shen Ruoyu frowned while retreating: "Don't run away, just get a few hits and that'll be it."

Lu Sheng, who was behind Shen Ruoyu, saw this scene and the muscles on his face twitched.

Forming elixirs from the Heavenly Tomb is a shortcut, and the quality of the monk's golden elixirs will inevitably be affected.

However, the quality of the golden elixir is not high, and the phenomenon of heaven and earth caused by completing the order is small, which leads to the small disaster to be faced.

Basically, people who come to the Heavenly Tomb to form pills only have one calamity, either the inner demon calamity or the thunder calamity, and neither is very powerful.

Heavenly calamity is a calamity, but it is also a kind of opportunity.

The greater the calamity, the more spiritual power and aura the heaven and earth will give back after passing through it, the more it can fill the foundation of the cultivator.

vice versa.

But Yang Zhao had been fighting for three days with his inner demon, and after he had overcome it, he actually had to face a thunder tribulation. This was a normal treatment that he would receive only if he had not taken the shortcut to form pills.

The inner demon tribulation cannot be seen, but this thunder tribulation is even stronger than the ordinary one.

But, it shouldn’t be….

Lu Sheng was filled with doubts, but he didn't bring any of them to his face.

Looking at Yang Zhao over there, she felt a little hesitant when she heard what Shen Ruoyu said.

Is it...

"Bang!"

Yang Zhao jumped forward like a frightened rabbit.

"Master~~I don't dare~~! Help me to save my life~~~"

Shen Ruoyu was unmoved. On the contrary, he made a secret with one hand, and the electric light flickered faintly on his fingertips.

"Yang Zhao, if you come here again, the Taoist master will strike you with thunder."

Yang Zhao froze, and a bolt of lightning instantly engulfed her.

When the lightning dissipated and thunder sounded, lightning-shaped marks appeared on Yang Zhao's body.

Yang Zhao was confused, her wrist shook, and the dragon spear appeared in her hand.

She threw the dragon gun into the sky, higher than her head, and the second lightning hit the dragon gun in a twist.

Amidst the bursts of thunder, she faintly heard Yushan's yelling and cursing.

Yang Zhao blinked, controlled the height and distance of the dragon gun in the air, and actively faced the third lightning.

Taking advantage of this short gap, she patted the small Qiankun bag in the pocket of her shorts, and a bead flew out with a whoosh.

It's Feng Lingzhu.

Feng Lingzhu suddenly enlarged and spread out with a "buzz", and the sixteen shields whirred around her and flew up and down.

Yang Zhao waved her hand, and the dragon spear, still shining with lightning, rushed into the rapidly rotating shield like wind, and returned to her hand with a hot sound, making her hand tremble with electricity.

The lightning in the sky bites hard like a hound, and then deflects under the attraction of metal.

With a "clang" sound, the two shields were struck by lightning and fell to the ground. The electric light nearby made Yang Zhao's whole body feel numb.

She didn't dare to be careless and quickly mobilized the remaining shields to fill the gaps.

But the big hole hadn't been repaired yet, and there was just a bang, and five more shields were chopped to the ground.

The smell of burnt fur reached the tip of Yang Zhao's nose. Before she could realize what it was, two bolts of lightning struck all the remaining shields into the ground.

Yang Zhao threw the dragon spear into the sky again, and with clear scoldings and bursts of thunder, she tried to mobilize Feng Lingzhu with one hand, but the shield that used to be like an arm now actually moved. Motionless, like a dead thing.

Yang Zhao's eyes couldn't help but widen a bit. This time, before she could make another response, an electric light struck her straight into the ground with a "boom".

Yang Zhao was in severe pain all over her body and her consciousness was blurred. A mouthful of fishy sweetness stuck in her throat, and then flowed out along her nostrils.

You won't die here, right?

"Master, help me~."

Yang Zhao roared with all her strength. She felt that her voice could resound throughout the whole world, but in the end, the volume was not much louder than the sound of a mosquito.

"Save Master~"

Yang Zhao struggled to remember, but he felt like a tortoise being weighed down by a weight. Apart from trembling, he could not move a finger.

She couldn't help but think pessimistically: I'm not really going to die, am I?

How could I die here?There's no way I'm going to die here!
Yang Zhao mobilized her spiritual power to rush forward, and the reaction force pushed her whole body out.

"Help~"

Shen Ruoyu watched from a distance as Yang Zhao was still struggling stupidly and calling for help, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

"The nine golden elixirs are full. Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Shen. Xiaoyou Yang has successfully survived the heavenly tribulation and entered the golden elixir."

Luan Chuanxiong and Feng congratulated Shen Ruoyu together again.

"Fellow Taoist, you have a successor."

"Hahahahaha, we are all happy together."

Shen Ruoyu ducked in front of Yang Zhao and used his spiritual power to lift her up from the ground.

"Yang Zhao, you have survived."

Yang Zhao's mouth was full of blood, and he murmured a question.

"Master, did you strike me with lightning? Why does this thunder smell like your lightning technique?"

Yang Zhao was too familiar with Shen Ruoyu's lightning skills. She still had three useless lightning skills stored in her forehead.

Although the feeling was a bit illusory, Yang Zhao's intuition told her that the thunder in the sky was mixed with Shen Ruoyu's thunder method.

(End of this chapter)