Looking at the God of Death and Song Jue who were constantly burned by thunder and fire, the exiled immortal of Taoist Yang Shen was filled with the pleasure of revenge.

Although I still don’t know where Master Lei is, as long as these two people die, who is still qualified to compete with the Taoist sect?

As for now, they still have to wait.

Wait until the truth is revealed and the Kunlun Ruins take root.

The only entanglement is that without the thunder master to block the thunder that came into being, how should we seize the opportunity of Gengjin?

Of course, this is a confusion belonging to Maoshan Sect and has nothing to do with other people.

The thunder and fire are quietly burning. The vitality of the god of death passes with the flames.

In the hidden eternal void, even death itself can die, and nothing can live forever.

Just when the exiled immortal was witnessing the death of the god of death, a tragic cry of heaven and earth spread throughout the nine heavens.

The god of death is not dead yet, but another death has come.

The thunder shook the sky and turned into ashes.

When Thor was knocked down from the altar, the dazzling lightning became pale and powerless.

The exiled immortal was shocked and lost, but the truth was never so unexpected.

Their greatest reliance is a generation of thunder masters...

Falling.

...

My name is Qin Jue, I am from Jiuxingwan, on the bank of the Yellow River.

Since I became sensible, a bad name has replaced my name.

They call me a sinful seed.

I don't know how I spent those eighteen years, even if I know, I will never think about it.

Someone once told me that there are people in this world who are not good to me, and there are people who are not good to me.

When we come to the world, we must not only be able to endure the sufferings of the world, but also discover the beauty of the world, so that we can live for a lifetime.

But she didn't know that since I understood her intention to say this, I no longer thought about how to live forever, but wanted to live with her forever.

I have always wanted to reveal the truth of my destiny and know what my real destiny is.

For this reason, I practice Taoism and understand the mystery and want to find the answers from the Book of Changes.

But when I crossed the mountains of the south and north and saw gods, ghosts, immortals and Buddhas, the answer never showed me.

My life was short. My life was long.

It's only twenty years in a short time, but I don't know how much time they will take to completely forget me.

I don’t remember my previous life, and I don’t remember how many people I owe.

I only remember that I owe a lot of people in this life, and I owe my mother. As a son, I cannot stay by her side with filial piety, and I have never even called her "Mother".

I owe Ah Qing, and I promised that I would return to her no matter what happened.

Even now the bone-bone cold is frozen in my heart. I still miss the snow in Kunlun and the ice cliff.

I don’t remember whether I had ever created a big dream and created a Yunmeng Ze from the world.

I don’t know whether there is an Eastern Emperor in the world. I began to accept the cause and effect of my previous life because of Song Jue.

Tao began with Fuxi and ended with Liu Bowen.

Nine songs start from the Eastern Emperor and end with death, but I don’t want Nine songs to end.

There is a question that I have thought about for a long time but has no answer.

I have always wanted to know where I was when the Gods of Jiuge fell in the Nine Heavens, when the Chu Yue Royal City was destroyed, and when Shao Siming died in the battlefield.

I still have no answer, but I already know what to do.

I killed the Lei Master and used only one sword.

Shen Ruoyu asked me why I ignored life and death so much. Why did I destroy my soul?

We could have joined forces to kill the enemy, and no one would have been injured and fatal.

But unfortunately, I don't have time.

Lin Xuan is really not dead, the god of death and Song Jue are dead.

I am divining the hexagram of the loss, not only the God of Death, but also Song Jue.

Chen Ruoyu asked me if I could block the thunder, and I told her that I could do it.

Because this catastrophe thunder was not a real opportunity for Lin Xuan, but came for me.

I fully merged my soul and my body and tried to stand up from the ground.

Looking at the thunder and Geng Jin in the air, he walked towards the cliff.

Chen Ruoyu asked me loudly what I was going to do, and I told her that I wanted to block the thunder disaster for her. This was our agreement.

While speaking, I saw the regret in her eyes and the tears on her face.

I fell down, not knowing the geometry.

The fusion of soul and body makes me constantly realize the mystery of heaven and earth, and constantly untie the bonds of the body.

Until I finally sensed the existence of the yin and yang energy.

Combined into a body, dispersed into a chapter, riding on the clouds and flying into yin and yang.

In the end, I was able to get rid of the shackles of my body and turn into a true dragon shining with clear light, running towards the Gengjin opportunity and catastrophe thunder hanging high above the nine heavens.

I swallowed and spitted the catastrophe thunder into my stomach, refined the Gengjin into a sword and threw it towards the top of the snow-capped mountain.

Gengjin Tribulation Thunder is the real power of heaven and belongs to the Zixiao divine thunder of heaven.

Lin Xuan really wanted to seize the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder and comprehend the innate divine thunder, but this thunder did not come for him.

Thunder power swells in my dragon body, accompanied by the pain of tearing the soul.

In the endless pain, the dragon body sometimes takes shape, sometimes dissipates, and eventually turns into a flowing cloud, floating towards the battlefield that should belong to me.

No one knows why the Liuyun came, and no one knows what this Liuyun is.

Looking at Song Jue and Death below who were suffering from the pain of thunder and fire burning, the pain in my heart changed the color of the clouds. Then the sky seemed to feel my pain, becoming dark and gloomy.

The darkness of Qiang is dark and the day is dark, the east wind is drifting and the gods are raining.

Many years ago, I owe Song Jue a rain of gods.

In fact, I owe more than one of hers, I owe those gods who fell in the nine heavens.

Because when they fell in the nine heavens, I never shed a single tear for them.

Now that I am here, I am already two thousand years late.

Song Jue, I hope you will no longer be independent from the top of the mountain...

Jian Yuan, I hope you can turn a knife into a sword and return to Shaosiming Temple...

The truth of fate that I have never touched will turn into the rain of the gods floating in the world...

(Good night, see you tomorrow, happy Valentine's Day.)
Chapter completed!