Chapter 5 — Please Help Me Take Revenge

She couldn't see anything. In the end, she got a little angry: "I'm about to sign a contract with A Ho, and I'm about to become a Taoist partner with senior brother." "The cave, your sword, your spirit pet, your master, your senior brother, will all be mine." “Aren't you a little heartbroken?” I shrugged my shoulders and spread my hands. That's all. In my previous life, I was heartbroken. Seeing with her own eyes the balance was hopelessly tilted in her favor. But I myself am helpless. But this life, it's different. Just some mundane things. If you don't destroy it, you won't build it. I use the sword to enter the path and practice diligently. Unexpectedly, he accidentally practiced the same path as Tong Hoai Ngoc - the Vo Tinh path. No sadness, no joy, no fear, no sadness. I don't care about those things anymore. 16 The little sister was so angry that she laughed and shouted angrily: "Ham Xuan sword." The sword energy rushed straight towards me. Like a willow in February, the spring wind is like pulling a knife. I also laughed: "It's called sword, it's not called that." I closed my eyes and quietly felt that in the deepest part of Sword Hollow, there was a vague movement. Found it. I suddenly opened my eyes, raised my hand and lightly grasped it into space: "Sword, come——" From afar, Kiem Trung collapsed loudly. Tens of thousands of swords flew up at the same time, like a rain of stars falling across the sky. Van Kiem Quy Tong. The entire sect was frightened. Master quickly ran over, behind were Tong Hoai Ngoc and A Ho. They just stood firm. The surroundings were quiet for a moment. Heavenly thunder thundered down. 17 “The person who overcomes the tribulation… is actually a great senior sister—” Someone exclaimed in surprise: “Half…half a step of God Transformation?” Tong Hoai Ngoc took a step forward, wanting to grab my sleeve: "Thunder tribulation is dangerous, you haven't even prepared the magic weapon, how could it be possible——" I really didn't expect that he was still worrying about those things at this time. But he was destined to be disappointed. Thunder struck my hair, gently dispersing. Not even as much as the falling snow touching my shoulders. Tong Hoai Ngoc let go, stunned: "How is that possible?" Lightning tribulation, lightning tribulation, is essentially a questioning of the mind. The further away from mundane conditions, the purer the mind, the easier it is to overcome life. As for Tong Hoai Ngoc—— He almost collapsed. “Why is it so easy?” Of course it's easy. You practice your sword, I practice your sword. You rest, I still practice swordplay. You're dating little junior sister, I'm still practicing swordplay. Heaven favors diligent people. Heaven has never deceived me. “Boom——” Another bolt of lightning fell, hitting the top of Tong Hoai Ngoc's head. His face was painful, his cultivation level clearly dropped one level. 18 Master cannot avoid disaster. In five consecutive lightning tribulations, Tong Hoai Ngoc fell from Kim Dan to Truc Co, and his master fell from half a step into the Divine Transformation to Kim Dan. As for me, I just conveniently placed a sword across my little sister's neck. Pressing his hand to form a seal, sword energy surged. Before her eyes, the words were also clearly visible to everyone. 【What the hell is this, isn't it a love strategy game? Why did senior sister suddenly mutate? Is the senior sister also a player?】 【Does anyone understand? After playing for half a day, it turned out I was just a supporting character.】 【Really give up, what the hell is the experience, trash game, return the money.】 The surroundings were silent for a moment, then chaos immediately followed. “What game, player?” “Little junior sister, why do you have such strange lines on your body?” Someone once read the ancient history of the sect and reflexively exclaimed: "A person from outside the heavens——" A person from outside the sky gender. Someone who doesn't belong to this world. I took a step forward, little sister stepped back. I advance again, she continues to retreat. I lowered the tip of the sword and she fell to the ground. I looked down at her from above. “What are you, where do you come from?” 19 The little sister was so frightened that she cried until the pear blossoms were drenched in rain. In the world of cultivators, there have long been legends about people from outside heaven. Heavenly people are often called strategic people. Carrying a mission, he descended into three thousand worlds, robbing others of their luck. Those lines are called bullets. Others can use bullets to plot and help the strategist. Strategic people consider this world as nourishment, to nourish themselves. Until he became the darling of destiny and left the world, leaving only a desolate wasteland. “Heavenly people, do they really exist?” “No wonder, as soon as we enter the sect, everyone loves little junior sister.” “If it was before, how could senior brother Song have the heart to punish senior sister to go to Vo Bien Nhai alone to be punished?” “It's too scary, we have to deal with it strictly, warn us——” Everyone was talking loudly. Master whispered: "How could this be, how could I not see through it——" Tong Hoai Ngoc also seemed to suddenly come to his senses. He looked at me blankly, his lips trembling: "A Dao." "Sorry." I looked at him quietly, without any ripples in my heart. This apology comes too late. At the bottom of the abyss, that strange voice sounded again. I realized that the halo was talking. It said, in the past life and after, the outcome of the master and Tong Hoai Ngoc was not good. It also said, they owe me. So when you attack the thunder, conveniently cut a few more. "Pho Dao, your mind is strong, on the great path, the future is limitless." "I expended the power of heaven and turned back time. It was indeed not wrong." "Wish you soon attain enlightenment, forever free, forever bright and righteous." The halo of light at the bottom of the abyss turned into four big letters. God respectfully gives. Then it turned into a point of light and completely disappeared.