You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 147: Nine Demon King Tribulations

Chang Qing bowed to Li Yushu and said, "I am Ji Chang Qing, a disciple of Luozhu Peak. I am honored to meet the Sect Master."

Li Yushu nodded, wondering why the handsome uncle wanted to introduce a disciple to him.

"Don't underestimate this kid. Don't forget that the Green Bull of our sect was developed by this kid. And you also know that the winner of the Southern Region Conference was this kid!!"

The handsome uncle talked about Changqing’s glorious deeds.

Li Yushu suddenly realized that the Wang Gebi who was able to defeat the chief disciples of all the sects was actually the young man in front of him.

"Teacher, people outside are saying that this person is your secret disciple. It seems that this is not just a rumor?" Li Yushu asked.

The handsome uncle waved his hand and said, "How can I be that capable? This kid has too many secrets. His current strength is all earned by himself. I didn't help him at all."

Li Yushu nodded in deep agreement. After all, he knew his teacher's character best. How could he teach such an outstanding disciple? It was impossible, absolutely impossible.

Li Yushu couldn't help but look at Changqing twice more, but Changqing didn't notice. His attention was all on Jiaocang, so how could he be distracted and pay attention to this matter!

Since the handsome uncle brought the leader with him, he must be trustworthy. The situation was urgent and Changqing had no time to think about it.

The pressure from the calamity cloud became stronger and stronger. Chang Qing only felt that the air was filled with violent aura, as if it was going to turn all the living beings under the calamity into ashes.

Occasional flashes of electric arcs illuminate the dark night.

After three thunder tribulations, the silver-white hair on Jiaocang's body was a little burnt, but it was not a big deal. On the contrary, Jiaocang's eyes were filled with excitement and eagerness to try.

"Xuan Qing, how many thunder tribulations do you think this little guy will bring down?" asked the handsome uncle.

Xuan Qing thought for a moment and asked, "What do you think?"

Li Yushu also pricked up his ears and listened, very curious.

"None of the people or monsters following this kid are simple. I guess there are at least seven of them!" The handsome uncle said after thinking for a while.

"Seven!" Li Yushu's expression was stern. One must know that the lightning of a low-level demon king's calamity represents the bloodline of the demon clan. Seven lightnings mean that the descendants of the ancient demon clan are extremely rare, and as long as they do not die young, they can definitely reach the enlightenment realm or even above.

"Okay, you said it was seven, then I guess it was nine. How about we make a bet and if I win I can make a request to the other party?" Xuan Qing coaxed.

"Nine?" Li Yushu was a little dumbfounded. After all, nine paths meant that the blood of this demon clan was extremely pure and there were signs of atavism. It was entirely possible for them to reproduce the style of their ancestors in ancient times.

Although Li Yushu was shocked, he did not doubt it, because since Senior Xuanniao, who was also from the demon clan, said so, he was also optimistic about this little guy who was undergoing the tribulation.

Hearing Xuan Qing's confident tone, the handsome uncle said in surprise:

"It seems that you are very optimistic about this demon race. You even guessed that there would be nine thunder tribulations. I heard that when you were a low-level demon king, you only had seven thunder tribulations. Aren't you a little too arrogant?"

Xuan Qing glanced at the handsome uncle: "Let's bet! I believe this little guy will give me a surprise."

“This... is only seven questions! No, no, no, let’s have eight!” The handsome uncle felt that there was a loophole and made some temporary changes.

"Okay! That's settled then." Xuan Qing nodded.

"Four Paths"

......

"Five Paths"

......

"Six Paths"

......

“Seven!”

Sect leader Li Yushu counted silently and wiped the sweat from his forehead. No wonder Senior Xuan Qing wanted to make this bet. These seven thunder tribulations passed so quickly and the tribulation clouds showed no signs of dissipating, proving that the demon blood in the thunder tribulation was extremely strong and pure.

"Another demon king in the Kaihua realm!" Li Yushu couldn't help but mutter.

After the seventh thunder tribulation, Jiaocang's fur turned black and numerous bleeding wounds were oozing silvery-white blood.

With a "gulp" sound, Jiao Cang swallowed the pill in his mouth into his stomach. The wounds on his body healed faster and his demonic power became more abundant.

Jiao Cang knew that the next thunder tribulation would be the real deal, and he dared not underestimate it.

Sure enough, the eighth lightning tribulation was no longer dark purple, but turned into light pink. It looked really nice, but the lightning as thick as a bucket made the handsome uncle shrink his neck and mutter:

"This is too much to play with. A low-level demon king has already produced lightning of this color. I really don't want to give this little guy a chance to survive!"

Jiao Cang was fearless. He looked at the lightning coming towards him and rushed towards it. On the way, countless claw marks appeared around him and attacked the lightning, but the pink lightning was particularly powerful, and the claw marks shattered one after another, making a sound like breaking glass.

Jiao Cang did not give up. He kept using his extreme speed to attack from all directions, trying to break the lightning, but all was in vain.

Just as the people below were worried about Jiaocang, Jiaocang let out a sharp howl, and curled up his big tail. His entire wolf body bent into a strange arc, and his fur had been charred black, and under the reflection of the pink lightning, it looked like a black waning moon.

When Jiaocang's wolf body bent to the extreme, all the demonic power in his body condensed into one point.

Silvery-white demonic power emerged on the surface of the body, forming a real waning moon, attacking the pink lightning.

The two collided, and a white light lit up and became brighter and brighter.

It even affects the perception of spiritual consciousness.

After a long time, the white light went out, and Jiaocang's charred body fell to the ground, with half of the body exploded, and the flesh and blood were blurred. But at least he was still breathing.

But Xuan Qing, Uncle Shuai, and Li Yushu all frowned, because the lightning in the sky was still gathering! !

"Nine-fold thunder tribulation!" This time even the handsome uncle couldn't help but scream out in surprise.

Li Yushu swallowed his saliva and was also extremely shocked. He knew very well what the nine-fold thunder tribulation represented.

Li Yushu seemed to see the hope of the Yuling Sect's rise, and immediately made up his mind, "We must not let this demon die in the thunder tribulation!!"

Li Yushu immediately had an idea in his mind. With a flash of light in his hand, a sandalwood box appeared in his hand.

The wooden box was opened and a pill emitting a fragrant medicinal aroma was picked up by Li Yushu. He handed it to Changqing and said, "This is a top-grade Yuandan with excellent healing effects. Give it to him quickly."

Chang Qing clasped his fists towards Li Yushu, and sensed the Yuandan with his spiritual sense, finding nothing unusual. He then felt relieved, walked to Jiaocang, pried open the wolf's mouth, and fed the pill into it.

Sure enough, the effect of the elixir was extremely powerful. Jiao Cang's injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, he was completely healed. His body was filled with demonic power, and wolf hair grew out, making him look extraordinary and powerful.

The handsome uncle didn’t say anything about Li Yushu giving him the elixir. There is no reward without hard work!

Jiao Cang stood up again and looked at the calamity clouds rolling violently in the sky, the fighting spirit in his eyes never subsided.

The thunderclouds were brewing something, and Jiao Cang seemed to be exerting his strength, also brewing something.

Jieyun and Jiaocang fell into an eerie silence.

A few breaths of time passed quickly, and the lightning in the calamity cloud was no longer pink, but turned red!