Changsheng: I can sell everything

Song Ciwan didn't know about the changes in Pinglan City.

She was still fighting the thunder on the Lightning Strike Ridge thousands of miles away.

No, at this point, what she is fighting is no longer the thunder in the sky, but herself, herself!

It is she who wants to break through the limits of her physical body and step further into a new realm.

The dark clouds in Pinglan City chased the Beichen Sword Immortal and fled thousands of miles away in an instant. The direction they went to was the Demon Slaying Pass, where the True Immortal, the Great Princess, was stationed.

And as the dark clouds of Pinglan City swept away, almost at the same time, Song Ciwan on the Lightning Ridge finally succeeded in achieving a new life amidst countless destructions!

Below the Thunder Strike Ridge, some of the monks watching the battle were knocked to the ground, and some were even injured and fell into a coma because they could not bear the aftermath of the thunder——

However, there are only a few people who are unconscious after all, because firstly, those who can come here to watch the battle are basically not weak in cultivation, and secondly, most of the thunder is heading towards Song Ciwan, and the people under the mountain have to bear the serious consequences. It’s all the aftermath within the aftermath.

The monks who were still awake, even if they fell to the ground, raised their heads with all their strength, mobilized all their minds, and opened their eyes to carefully look at all the changes on the mountain peak.

They saw that at a sudden moment, among the endless purple-black thunder, a figure stepped on the thunder and soared into the sky.

The boy in black grabbed it with his left hand and absorbed it with his right hand.

The wild thunder was like a huge whip hanging from the sky, or like a giant dragon passing through the sky, but it was trampled under the feet of the young man and caught in his hands. Even if he twisted and struggled, it was of no avail.

Then, in the next moment, people watched helplessly as the young man in the sky tore apart and tore the dragon-like thunder into pieces. Finally, the thunder turned into light and was swallowed into his mouth.

The monks who were still awake below were almost dumbfounded.

It's not just that.

I saw that the purple-black thunder at the top of the sky was sucked away, and the other thunders farther away, on the Three Thousand Miles Thunder Ridge, also seemed to be inspired by some kind of suction, and suddenly they all turned around. With lightning speed, he ran straight towards the young man in black in the sky.

In the end, all the thunderbolts rushing from all directions were swallowed up and sucked into his mouth.

However, for a moment, the lightning that had been thundering day and night suddenly stopped at this moment.

The lightning struck the ridge and it became pure.

The people watching the battle below were even more stupid, and almost everyone was silent for a while. Everyone seemed to have become blind, deaf, and mute... They couldn't believe what they saw, heard, and understood.

There is always the illusion that everything in front of you is just a dream.

But he saw the young man in black flying in mid-air taking out a bronze mirror with his backhand. The young man touched his hand on the bronze mirror, and he didn't know what he saw through the bronze mirror. Then, the figure stepped lightly in the air.

In an instant, the figure moved hundreds of miles away, and finally landed on a mountain peak covered with strange trees in the distance.

Because he was too far away, the young man's figure disappeared from the sight of the monks below.

The monks were still collectively silent, and everyone was silent. They were all reduced to gourds with saw beaks and quails lying on their nests. They just kept the same movement of raising their heads without changing at all.

Then, the monks saw again that the figure that had called Ye Sheng in the distant sky finally arrived in the clouds and landed on the mountain peak above.

With this description, it seems that the figure came too slowly.

But this is not the case. If everything that has just been said were compiled into words by a storyteller and told to an audience, it would definitely be a lengthy story, and it might not be possible to complete it even in three to five hours.

But in fact, all the ups and downs only happened in a blink of an eye.

Therefore, it cannot be said that the figure in the distance came too slowly——

But this is not slow, and it is relative.

When the monks below saw clearly who the visitor was, they all exclaimed in unison: "General Wang!" Which General Wang is it?

It turned out to be the garrison general of Qingshi City, the fourth-rank martial general Wang Cheng.

This one is a heavenly being!

The Celestial Immortals of the imperial court had both cultivation and official status. They guarded a large county. Even if they were only early Celestial Immortals, they were still very impressive figures.

Such a big shot should have various means of flying quickly.

Qingshi City is not far from Leistrike Ridge. From the moment Wang Cheng called Ye Sheng, he was only about a hundred miles away.

One hundred miles, which a mortal would need to walk in one day, may be just a step for a heavenly being.

How long will it take?

At most, it’s just a breath!

No matter how fast Lu Zhong moved to attract the thunder just now, Wang Cheng should be able to catch up and intercept it.

But Wang Cheng failed to catch up. It wasn't until Lu Zhong left that Wang Cheng finally let go.

Therefore, everyone subconsciously felt that Wang Cheng was slow to arrive.

Some honest people couldn't help but murmur in their hearts: It was General Wang who came in person. After all, General Wang was busy with other things and arrived a little late, unable to stop the devil Lu Zhong! Brother Ye suffered in vain, alas...

But some people who think fast have already understood: With General Wang's speed, is it really too late?

Perhaps General Wang did arrive a little late. After all, Ye Sheng's golden elixir had been cut since he appeared.

But then Lu Zhong was struck by thunder, and the time in between should be enough for General Wang to arrive.

And in the end, General Wang failed to arrive...

Those with fast minds can't help but understand: Hey, yes, if I were General Wang, I would also be a step slower.

After all, who wants to face such a terrifying Lu Zhong?

Even a heavenly being would not want to offend such a ruthless person casually.

It is said that General Wang has a good relationship with Ye Sheng's master Ye Lingguan, but no matter how good the relationship is, it is not worth fighting for a useless person, right?

What if, despite being famous in this life, I fall into trouble today?

In the end, it became a fact that Ye Sheng was abolished.

And the geniuses who have fallen on the way are no longer the real geniuses!

Under the mountain peak, everyone was thinking a lot. On the mountain peak, Wang Cheng picked up Ye Sheng, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and sighed.

Then, he looked for a moment in the direction where Lu Zhong disappeared, and then flew away in the clouds with Ye Sheng without saying a word.

It wasn't until Wang Cheng's figure completely disappeared that among the people who had lost their voices at the foot of the mountain, one person was the first to find his own voice: "Lu Zhong, it's really terrible! He... is he really the fifty-first? I don't believe it!" Fifty-one must not be his true ranking!"

The man's tone was horrified and dazed, but his voice was soft, so soft that only he could hear it.

But his voice just broke the silence of everyone, and the next moment, the crowd ushered in an explosion of all kinds of horrifying sounds.

The buzzing discussion was like a surge, like a tsunami, and also like people's mood at the moment.