Thunderstorm Killing

Shenmu Valley is located more than four hundred miles west of Qinglei City. The aura in the valley is amiable, nourishing all things to grow green and luxuriant, there are many spiritual herbs, but there are also many fierce beasts.

Under the seemingly green surface, there are many white bones of herbal pickers buried.

The atmosphere today is extremely peaceful, with no beasts roaring, no birds singing, and in the bleak cool wind, there are bursts of killing intent.

Standing beside a quietly flowing river, he is wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, like a fisherman.

An Yucheng had his hands behind his back, and his eyes were gently closed. He had been waiting here for half a day, waiting for a life-and-death fight.

"Back then, you saved your sister-in-law's favor, and you will repay it today. From then on, I, An Yucheng, will never owe you anything."

An Yucheng suddenly opened his eyes and saw a purple thunder light approaching from far to near. The light hovered above his head before falling to the ground.

"An Yucheng?" Seeing that the man wearing the bamboo hat nodded slightly, Zhang Ziliang slightly arched his hands at him: "Can you tell me who arranged it?"

"If you can live, he will know."

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to say more, Zhang Ziliang had no choice but to give up.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, bringing with it a light rain, which gradually turned into a torrential downpour. Bean-sized raindrops hit the bluestone soil, sending out bursts of crackling.

There was a sound of thunder, and the two people who were looking at each other suddenly disappeared in a flash, but within a breath, the two had already engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and they had already fought ten moves.

The first time the two played against each other, they were evenly divided!

"Not bad!" An Yucheng's eyes froze, the left hand was supplemented by the palm, and the right hand was mainly used by the sword. The number of attacks was constantly changing, and he used various spells to advance during the fight.

Zhang Ziliang, who was inexperienced in fighting and had no magic weapon, suddenly felt the pressure doubled. He suddenly shouted, and suddenly lightning swam all over his body, and purple light danced.

This explosion, like thunder, rang in An Yucheng's ears, causing him to suffocate for a short while.

"Use the law to gather spirits, use spirit tools to guard against thunder." Taking this opportunity, Zhang Ziliang suddenly mobilized all the mana in his body, and put his hands on his chest, lowering left and right, in a shape of holding yang and embracing yin,

"Urgent Thunder Spirit Sword!"

Clap your palms together, and then quickly separate them. I saw his parted right hand was in the shape of an empty grip, and a sword made of beating lightning and gathered spiritual power appeared out of thin air!

Holding the sword in one hand, Zhang Ziliang took the initiative to attack An Yucheng for the second time, and his figure turned into a purple awn. I saw the light of his sword flickering, and then the spirit sword trembled, and the sky and fields were filled with purple sword rain!

"It's flashy," An Yucheng snorted coldly, and with the mention of mana, the exuberant wooden spiritual power shot up into the sky: "Broken Dragon, Hidden!"

An Yucheng raised his sword to the sky, and suddenly collided with the purple sword light from all around. The purple sword light dissipated, and the two passed by, but Zhang Ziliang's chest and abdomen were stained red with blood!

Zhang Ziliang was half-kneeling on the ground with the spirit sword in his hand, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, obviously seriously injured, but his eyes were shining brightly, and he spoke silently.

"After this move, I, will miss you." An Yucheng held the sword with both hands, ready to give Zhang Ziliang the final blow, but suddenly there was a thunderbolt in the sky!

The thunderstorm appeared, but it didn't disappear. Instead, it turned into a two-foot blue thunder dragon and descended from the sky. In the blink of an eye, it went straight to An Yucheng!

"boom!"

A deafening explosion sounded, accompanied by countless thunder snakes with dazzling glare, spreading towards the surroundings.

After a while, there was no life within a hundred miles, everything turned into black ashes, and the ground was cut several feet deep!

The power of the Thunder Curse is so powerful!

Beside the disappearing river, An Yucheng, whose half of his body was necrotic, lay motionless on the ground. Zhang Ziliang looked at him, amazed at the tenacity of the fake Danqi monk's life.

"Who is it!" Zhang Ziliang could conclude that this An Yucheng was just a gun, but its purpose was unknown.

"If you can, please go to Yuanchuan City and tell my sister that the elder brother has broken his promise." Then An Yucheng stopped talking, and actually raised his left hand to cover his head!

"Death is unwilling to tell the information behind it, whether it is fear or cover-up."

Zhang Ziliang sighed softly, raised his mana lightly, and fired at An Yucheng's surroundings repeatedly, forming a simple earth bag in an instant.

"If I die in the future, will someone be willing to lay a piece of loess on me."

Staring at this monumentless tomb with emotion for a moment, when he was about to leave, he saw a sudden attack of a huge palm force. The unsuspecting Zhang Ziliang was hit hard!

"The Urgent Thunder Body really deserves its reputation."

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"After dozens of teleportations, we finally arrived." Ying Yiming went straight to a mortal city outside Nanling with an excited expression on his face: "A few days ago, Yingyao sent news that he was bringing some mortals back. It's really strange."

In the courtyard of a hut, Tu Qinshan and Qi Tianxin were talking softly, and there was an endless affection between their eyebrows.

Zhuo Lian stood in the distance, watching the two quietly. Suddenly she looked at the wooden door of the courtyard and said, "Come in, Junior Brother Ying."

The wooden door creaked, and Ying Yiming stepped in.

He circled around Zhuo Lian and looked at her carefully: "It's great that Senior Sister is safe and sound."

"Is there anything you want from me?"

"Senior sister is joking," Ying Yiming glanced at Tu Qinshan and Qi Tianxin who were beside him: "Are they the two of you?"

"Well," Zhuo Lian nodded: "They have a relationship with me, please temporarily settle them in Chuncang City for me."

"Huh? Isn't Senior Sister going back together?"

"I still have something important to do, so I won't be with you."

"Since that's the case, then I'll stay. Nanling is too dangerous, so I really can't rest assured."

"Junior brother's kindness, I appreciate it."

Zhuo Lian shook her head, she still needs to look for Li Wanqing, according to Tu Qinshan, Li Wanqing was falling towards an ocean at that time.

As for the situation in Mount Everest at that time, after inquiring, Zhuo Lian learned that it was "he" who opened the sarcophagus and entered it, but before entering, his body had been damaged.

This is not far from what Wan Yan said before, but if possible, she still hopes to find that body to see if it is really the body of water spirit root.

Besides, Li Wanqing, she had to find it too.

Seeing the firmness in Zhuo Lian's eyes, Ying Yiming didn't persuade her any more, but just told her to be careful, and if she had any difficulties, she could directly go to any Zhuyin branch to raise them.

After sending Ying Yiming and the others away, Zhuo Lian returned to the house. Before leaving, she needed to improve her strength as soon as possible.

Feeling the noisy land of mortals, she suddenly felt a long-lost sense of reality.