Dijun's black moonlight is back

Fushuang opened her eyes in the big cultivation formation behind the stone gate, she looked up at the golden crow in the sky.

Daoist Xiyan was protecting her, and when she saw her eyes open, he walked towards her: "What's wrong?"

"Master," Fushuang looked at Jinwu, "where's Tianlei?"

Master Xiyan was holding the fly whisk with one hand, while pinching his thumb with the other to calculate.

"Damn it," he said.

Before Fu Shuang asked what was going on, she heard the voices of Ling Yu and Tang Yuan.

"Go back to the mountain."

"Junior Sister Lingyu, why is the thunder hitting you today?"

"Go!"

"do not come!"

Fu Shuang didn't even think about it, she was about to turn around and go down the mountain.

"Fushuang," Master Xiyan called her from behind, "When the thunder falls, no matter who is the victim, you will be the one who ascends after the thunder disaster."

What he meant was obvious, this was Fushuang's thunder tribulation, even though the victim at this moment was Ling Yu.

After the catastrophe is over, she will be able to open the Buddha and ascend the immortal gate.

"Thank you, Master." Fushuang flew down the mountain without turning her head.

She was a little thankful that she didn't hesitate at all, because if she was a little later, she could only watch Ling Yu being struck to death by the thunder.

"Golden Crow!" Fushuang jumped down in the air, Jinwu understood his master's intention, and coiled in the air to block the thunder for the people below.

After handing the comatose Lingyu to Tang Yuan, Fushuang looked up at the white lights in the sky.

The Golden Crow screamed terribly after being struck, but still spread its wings to shield her from the thunder.

Fushuang flew back onto its back, touched Jinwu's neck and sat down cross-legged.

She was afraid that she would go after Lingyu if she didn't have eyes, so she could only mobilize her spiritual power to form an array, using the fairy bone as bait to invite the thunder to join her.

Forgiveness, the real person told Wen Jingchan that Fushuang's calamity was a failure.

It's just that he spoke roughly, Wen Jingchan didn't know that there was such a past.

He could also see that Tianlei was not aimed at her, but at Lingyu.

If she stayed on Qingcheng Mountain and waited for the thunder disaster to end, she could still pass the disaster.

It was she who refused to cross.

Now one thunder after another, enough to destroy the Sea of ​​Spiritual Consciousness, is falling on her and her natal Golden Crow.

When Daoist Xiyan arrived, Fushuang had already suffered 72 bolts of thunder, and without anyone to protect her, her spiritual consciousness had already shattered.

This is his most beloved disciple, and also his most promising disciple for thousands of years to ascend to the 33rd heaven.

His hair was already mixed with black and white, but now it is much grayer.

Daoist Xiyan grasped the whisk with his skinny fingers, helplessly watching his apprentice suffer.

The thunder quieted down, and she withstood all 99 thunderstorms without falling.

Fushuang couldn't hold on any longer and fell from a high altitude.

Master Xiyan used his spiritual power to support her from a distance, making her fall to the ground smoothly.

There was blood flowing from Jinwu's eyes, when she stopped beside Fushuang, she reached out and wiped away the blood from the corners of its eyes.

It rubbed its head against Fushuang's palm, and Fushuang gave a tired smile: "It's all right."

Daoist Xiyan wanted to come over to check on her situation, but saw the black clouds in the sky suddenly shunted away.

A streak of white appeared in the ink, like the light of the dawn at dawn.

The sky and the earth, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly exploded with a roar, which was more frightening than all the previous thunderstorms combined.

"Fushuang!" Daoist Xi Yan turned pale with shock.

Hearing his voice, Fu Shuang raised her head and saw a straight golden light hitting her.

Well, she thought she had succeeded in crossing the tribulation.

She had no strength left, so she could only close her eyes and wait for the lightning to strike her.

I don't know if Ling Yu was in pain as much as she is now when she was struck.

Immortal cultivators' immortal bones and spiritual roots are important, as is the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

Now that her sea of ​​consciousness has been shattered, her whole body is in terrific pain, and she doesn't know if she will die here if she suffers this thunder again.

But anyway, this is her fate.

Fortunately, she saved Ling Yu before she died.

I hope she won't be too sad when she wakes up.

But she waited for a long time, but there was no movement, and the expected thunder did not fall for a long time.

Fu Shuang opened her eyes, and saw the Golden Crow in the sky that was about to turn into light spots and disappear.

It has no strength to make any sound anymore, so it can only cry silently with its mouth open.

The golden thunderfire burned on it, igniting all its golden feathers.

Bloody teardrops fell from its eyes and fell from the sky onto Fushuang's face.

Accompanied for thousands of years, parting today, it is reluctant to brush the frost.

But it couldn't speak, it could only look down at its owner.

It hasn't seen Fushuang cry yet.

Fushuang sometimes scolded the disciples with a stern face, and sometimes smiled gently at Lingyu.

Never cried out in such pain.

She got up in embarrassment, and stretched out her hand towards the direction of Jinwu, trying to catch the dissipated light in the air.

The hundred thunders finally came to an end, and the black clouds were burned away by the thunder fire on Jinwu's body, revealing the blue sky hidden behind.

The sun in the sky is still hanging there, no auspicious clouds and rays of light appear, and no auspicious beasts take off.

All the ascetics who have been looking forward to it probably have a number in their hearts.

Fu Shuang did not survive this doom.

The sun shines on this land again, the mountains and rivers remain the same, and so do the rivers, and a generation of geniuses has fallen.

The golden crow's body was full of thunder and fire, it didn't dare to land, and could only hover in the sky in pain.

It is afraid that it will ignite the forest after landing, and put her already powerless master in danger again.

Fushuang wanted to fly up, but was held back by Daoist Xiyan who rushed over.

"Master," Fushuang knelt down towards Daoist Xiyan, "I beg you to save it! Save it!"

Daoist Xiyan was also at a loss what to do, he could only squat down, trying to pull up Fushuang who kept kowtowing.

"Fushuang," Master Xiyan couldn't stop her behavior, so he had to let go of her hand, "Fushuang! You raise your head, it is saying goodbye to you."

She finally calmed down a bit, knelt on the ground and straightened up to look at Jinwu.

The circling Golden Crow finally flapped its wings a few times, just like seeing her for the first time.

It imitated itself when it was a child, shook its head towards Chao Fushuang, and showed her its beautiful feathers.

When he saw the Golden Crow for the first time thousands of years ago, Fushuang said to it, "Are you a divine bird? It's so beautiful."

Thousands of years later, Fu Shuang reached out to the untouchable Golden Crow in the sky.

Make a gesture of stroking its feathers: "It's so beautiful."

The thunder fire finally stopped, and the Golden Crow stopped flapping its wings.

It stayed in the air, watching Fushuang not daring to blink until the last moment when it turned into broken light.

The golden crow turned into bright dust and was blown away by the wind in the forest, leaving only a round sun in the sky.

A piece of golden feather floated from nowhere, and just landed on the back of Fushuang's hand.

She grabbed the feather with both hands, tightly closed it to her heart, arched her back and began to cry.