Chapter 300: Master of Tianji Pavilion (49)
Zhaoyang Jianzun's expression changed slightly after seeing He Nianguan, and his brows were furrowed. How could Ling Weizun's disciple appear with the Ghost King? Could he have been held hostage by the Ghost King?
If it were someone else, Zhaoyang Sword Master would not care whether that person had any connection with the Ghost King or whether he would be used by him.
But when I left Tianji Pavilion, General Ling Weizun entrusted his disciple to me, so I have the obligation to take care of him.
Therefore, before Song Nanfeng spoke, Zhaoyang Jianzun raised his eyes, his voice was cold but his expression was forced to be a little gentle, and he spoke first.
"Brother He, come here."
Master Ling Wei is his uncle, so it is understandable for him to call He Nianguan his junior brother.
Before leaving Tianji Pavilion, He Nianguan knew that Zhaoyang Jianzun called his master "Master-Uncle", and now he has tacitly accepted the title.
He came with Song Beiwu in order to be able to reach his master as soon as possible, so He Nianguan did not have much aversion to this.
He glanced at Song Beiwu, thanked him, and walked to Zhaoyang Sword Master.
Although Song Nanfeng was a little surprised when Zhaoyang Jianzun called him "junior brother", he did not take it too seriously. There were many people in the Sword Sect, so it was normal for Zhaoyang Jianzun to have one or two junior brothers whom he had never heard of.
Song Beiwu, who was the only one who knew the inside story, paused and the smile on his face faded. How could a disciple of Tianji Pavilion be the senior brother of Zhaoyang Jianzun?
But before he could think any further, the second thunder tribulation arrived in the formation. Purple electric light covered the entire sky and earth, and its power was even more terrifying than the first one.
The energy contained in it is at least doubled.
Song Beiwu suddenly raised his head and looked at the space not far away that was divided by the formation.
Purple lightning poured down, but the seemingly tiny figure in white did not avoid or fear, but faced the terrifying momentum directly.
The man stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his white clothes rustling in the wind. The green spiritual power in his palm intersected with the purple electric light. At first, the purple light was very bright, but in an instant, the seemingly gentle green spiritual power suddenly suppressed the purple electric light, and the green light almost covered the entire space.
The air waves generated by the intersection of the two flattened everything around them.
A trace of residual power from the thunder tribulation leaked out from the formation, affecting everyone present. Among them, He Nianguan, who had the weakest cultivation, turned pale. Fortunately, the heart-protecting mirror on his chest was touched, triggering the defense and preventing him from being seriously injured.
He clenched the broken pieces of the heart-protecting mirror, his face grim. Not to mention how many life-saving instruments his master had given him during this trip to the ghost realm, he had no power to protect himself from the residual power of a thunderbolt. How was his master, who was at the center of the thunderbolt, doing?
He Nianguan's eyes remained motionless, staring at the place where Yan Qing was undergoing the tribulation.
Song Beiwu turned around with an unclear expression, but judging from his movements, he seemed to want to go to where Yan Qing was.
But just as Song Beiwu took a step, he was stopped by a hand that looked pale due to years of not seeing the light.
"You can't go there."
Song Nanfeng pulled his hood down a little more, covering most of his eyes and eyebrows. He did not raise his eyes to look at Song Beiwu, but he did not show any sign of backing down either.
He continued, "Under the ninth level of thunder tribulation, if anyone forcibly breaks in, the power of the thunder tribulation will be doubled. It will be a calamity for both the person undergoing the tribulation and the intruder. You should know this."
This is also one of the reasons why Zhaoyang Jianzun and Song Nanfeng did not think of breaking the formation to go to Yan Qing.
After Song Beiwu stopped, Song Nanfeng put down his hand: "If you go over now, you will only cause trouble for Lord Ling Wei."
Hearing this, Song Beiwu tilted his head, and the silver jewelry swayed with a crisp sound. His upturned eyes drooped slightly, and he looked extremely gloomy, but helpless.
What Song Nanfeng said was indeed the truth. He just forgot about it because he was anxious.
After making sure that Song Beiwu would not try to interfere with Ling Weizun's thunder tribulation again, Song Nanfeng stopped paying attention to him and turned his gaze back to Yan Qing who was in the thunder tribulation, with the worry in his eyes not diminished at all.
It was not until the second thunder tribulation dissipated and the white-clothed figure was still standing that Song Nanfeng's heart finally relaxed for a moment.
But soon, the third thunder tribulation was brewing and struck down from the sky.
Song Nanfeng's heart was in suspense again.
In the center of the thunder and lightning storm, Yan Qing's black hair was blown up by the wind, and the purple lightning shone in her eyes. She pursed her thin lips slightly, and just like when the second heavenly calamity came, she directly used her spiritual power to offset it.
Without using her own strength, the power belonging to the character itself is enough to withstand the first eight thunder tribulations of the Nine Days Thunder Tribulation.
Only the last thunder tribulation was a bit troublesome.
The last thunder tribulation gathered the energy of all the previous thunder tribulations into one, and carried a trace of the power of the laws of heaven and earth in this world. Under the current wrath of heaven, relying on the character's own strength can only be a 50-50 chance.
Moreover, even if they survived, the backlash would still be a big problem...
Now, eight thunder tribulations have passed, and the corners of Yan Qing's clothes are slightly dirty.
The last thunderbolt in the sky was madly absorbing the electric power wandering around, and the entire sky was torn and slightly deformed.
When the people present saw the situation, they couldn't help but frown.
He Nianguan's lips turned pale from pursing his lips.
Feeling somewhat uneasy, he comforted himself again and again that this was the last thunder tribulation and that if his master could get through it, he would definitely be able to.
Song Beiwu was not so optimistic. Although Lord Ling Wei had survived the thunder tribulation in the ghost city, he was also injured.
And the thunder tribulation that time was far less terrifying than what we saw today.
Therefore, Song Beiwu's expression was not good.
In the ghost city, for a moment, he fantasized that the bright moon would fall so that he could hold it in his arms.
But now, he was willing to look up, wishing that the bright moon would hang high in the sky and never fall.
As the thunder and lightning intensified, time became extremely long at this moment.
Finally, as if it had reached a critical point, there was a loud "boom" and the lightning that had absorbed countless lightning bolts struck down with tremendous force.
Even Song Beiwu, who had the highest cultivation level, felt creepy through the formation. The black fog spread rapidly, covering He Nianguan and the others, blocking most of the impact for them.
The reason why he protected them was not because Song Beiwu was a good person.
It’s just because He Nianguan is the disciple of Master Ling Wei, and Master Zhaoyang Jianzun calls He Nianguan “Junior Brother”, although he doesn’t know the connection between them.
But as long as there is a possibility that it is related to Lord Ling Wei, he will not stand idly by.
Therefore, even though he didn't like Zhaoyang Jianzun very much, he still included this person in his protection.
As for Song Nanfeng, Song Beiwu's eyes dimmed.
If they suffer together, they will suffer together.
This is a shackle that is difficult to get rid of even if you are separated from the body.