surnamed Wang

Above the clouds, Wen Fuding, who had been driven to a dead end, stood with his hands behind his back. Just now, a thunderbolt struck his head, but it only split his hair bun.

"He wants to forcibly cross the tribulation, stop him quickly." Wang Gangquan saw the other party's plan at a glance, and hurriedly said.

"I just found out now, don't you think it's too late?"

Wen Fuding opened his mouth coldly, and then threw out a handful of talismans. The talismans were of various colors, and all of them ignited the moment they were thrown, but some burned extremely slowly, while others turned to ashes immediately.

Any Daoist Daoist would feel pain if he saw this scene. These colorful talisman papers are exactly the heritage of the Chuanlu Mansion for 300 years. At this moment, the old Daoist squandered them all at once like throwing paper money.

Wen Fu Ding became an immortal soon, these so-called foundations are no different from waste paper in his eyes, what's the use of keeping them?

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As the talisman papers ignited one by one, gray smoke, white smoke, and red smoke rose one after another, and strong winds, lightning, and fireballs followed one after another. The three people in the center seemed to be the target.

"This grandson is stalling for time, hurry up and do it."

As soon as Wang Gangquan finished speaking, he saw a red thunderbolt falling from the sky with a thick and thin red thunderbolt in his arms, and struck Wen Fuding's head again.

The old Taoist's purple-gold Taoist robe was reflected red, and the lightning flashed around, and outsiders couldn't get close at all. In just a short while, all the spells summoned by those talismans came.

The three rushed to resist, but for a while they couldn't help the Taoist who was suffering from the catastrophe.

Although Wang Gangquan was a little impatient, he tried his best to calm down and said:

"Don't worry, this old guy is fighting against the sky thunder. He defies the will of the heavens. The thunder calamity is naturally much more fierce. Even if he can resist the previous ones, the last ones will definitely not be able to bear it."

As if in response to Wang Bingquan, when the tribulation thunder dispersed, Wen Fuding's conceited voice came out from the smoke:

"The old man has three body protection talismans, which the patriarch asked the immortals back then. These three talismans can withstand three thunderstorms. As long as the poor can resist the first seven, they can ascend to the immortal without any danger."

……

Wang Gangquan raised his eyes and saw that the other party's purple-gold Taoist robe bestowed by the emperor had been scorched black, obviously the blow just now was not as easy as before.

Ye Jian glanced at Wang Bingquan, with a half-smile in his eyes, the latter didn't feel embarrassed, and said nonchalantly:

"This bastard is really tough."

At this time, Wen Fuding had begun to carry an indescribable bearing. Wang Gangquan had heard Zhang Danxuan say that this was the appearance of a fairy.

Wen Fuding was naturally aware of this change, he stroked his beard and said calmly:

"As long as you don't bother me to get the Tao anymore, I can forgive you for my previous unreasonableness."

Wang Gangquan didn't talk at all, squinted his eyes and turned his head to look around, and said to the other two:

"You guys carry on first, and I'll deal with Wen Fuding."

Ye Jian nodded, but found that the other party sat down, the old man said in surprise:

"Aren't you going to find the bad luck of the demon?"

A sneer twitched from the corner of Wang Gangquan's mouth, and said:

"Doesn't he like playing thunder? Then let him play as much as he wants!"

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes tightly, focused all his attention, and began to breathe.

Seeing this, the old sword fairy sighed, "Boy, the old man made more than one sword today, and you have to convert it into silver and pay it to me later."

At this time, Wang Gangquan has already entered the state of selflessness, and everything in the outside world has nothing to do with him.

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It was still the same sea, calm on the surface, but turbulent undercurrents inside.

Wang Gangquan sat on the beach, calmly looking at the magnificent scene in front of him.

Before Ah Qing's death, there was no beach here. On that day, his cultivation base was restored, and the spiritual power in his body flowed into the sea from his limbs and bones to his dantian again.

At that time, Wang Gangquan was only focused on revenge, and he didn't realize that the spiritual sea suddenly became several times larger than before, and in this space with only spiritual power, a sandy beach was born.

Wang Gangquan didn't understand what that meant, he just practiced step by step. In the dead of night, he always came to the beach alone, sat on the beach, and looked into the distance.

"Ah Qing..." the man murmured.

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"Teacher, you and I are immortal cultivators. The foundation-building stage is only considered as an entry-level stage. When you reach the golden core stage, you can barely be called an immortal."

A few months ago, in the jade pendant space, an old man with white beard and hair was eloquently telling his apprentice about the knowledge of cultivating immortals, and he had fulfilled his obligation as a master.

"In your world, Taoist practice emphasizes the condensing of essence, qi, and spirit into a fetus, so that you can be reborn and become an immortal, which is what they often call the Golden Core Dao or Saint.

But in the eyes of the old man, what they pursue throughout their lives is only a small part of our journey of practice, and they must also be bound by the rules of the world here, and if they are not careful, they will be thrown into a catastrophe.

Unlike us, regardless of whether you do all the good things or all the bad things, if you condense the golden core ten to ten, there will be thunder disasters, just thinking about it is exciting. "

When Wang Gangquan heard this, he took off the shoes he had just put on. Seeing that the old man who was supposed to be his master was in trouble, he turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared.

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"Ah Qing, this sea may not exist in the future... Without the sand of the sea, can it still be called a beach?" The man still murmured.

Between the dark red clouds and the black clouds, the sixth tribulation thunder was about to move, rumbled above the red clouds, a quarter of an hour had passed before one knew it, no matter how you looked at this thunder, it was not easy.

Ye Jian and the female Dharma Queen are still struggling to support the spells coming from all directions. Wen Fuding's pocket is like a bottomless pit, and he will throw out a few talismans from time to time, delaying the two of them.

The rumbling sound in the clouds lasted for more than a quarter of an hour. After accumulating momentum for a long time, finally a tribulation thunder with the thickness of a water tank descended. The thunder at this moment was no longer dark red, but scarlet like blood congealed. A chill runs down one's spine.

Wen Fuding only showed seriousness in his eyes, he knew in his heart that he could still resist this blow.

At this moment, Wang Quanquan, who had been meditating quietly, suddenly opened his eyes, and the red thunder that fell vertically from the sky paused unreasonably, and then returned to the clouds under the surprised eyes of the rest of the people.

"Fresh, can Lei go back?"

The old sword fairy slapped a fireball with the dao sword in his hand, and looked at the female monk next to him, who couldn't help being a little dazed.

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The one who was most puzzled was Wen Fuding. He had been preparing for this day for an unknown amount of time, and he had consulted many stories about the ascension of Daoist real people, but this situation was unheard of.

Wang Gangquan, who had been neglected by everyone, slowly got up, and the dusty aura flashed across his body.

But just this flash made Wen Fuding notice it.

"It's you?!"

The old Taoist who didn't change his face in the face of Tianlei finally changed his color at this moment.

As soon as Wen Fuding's words fell, thunder calamity descended, but the power this time was obviously double that of just now.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wang Gangquan said calmly:
"Didn't your mother teach you when you were a child to play with fire and electric bedwetting?"

……

The double thunder calamity bombed Wen Fuding, even an immortal would have to shake it, let alone a mortal who has not yet ascended to immortality.

"Wang Gangquan, when I become an immortal, I will crush you to ashes!"

Wen Fuding's roar came from the thick scarlet thunder.

"You have to survive the next thunderstorm first." Wang Gangquan looked at the red cloud above his head with calm eyes.

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