The rainstorm stopped, dark clouds disappeared, and the sun appeared.

The thunder tribulation on the back mountain of Qingmang Immortal Island finally stopped. The island owners of the seven major immortal islands, the elders of various major islands, and some elite disciples from the sects all flew to Qingmang Immortal Island together with the default of the sect.

Various weapons and colorful lights rushed towards Qingmang Fairy Island like a huge meteor shower.

Of course, the fastest move is Xiao Jianshan on Qingmang Immortal Island.

When the sun appeared, he knew that the catastrophe of heavenly thunder had stopped. He was the first to sacrifice a white fairy sword and flew directly to the back mountain from the cultivation tower.

Now, the entire valley in the back mountain is in chaos.

The hills here were damaged, trees were destroyed, and the rock walls were scattered, and they fell into the valley.

"Where is that fool of Lao Jiu!? He will not be affected by this thunder and will turn into ashes, right?"

Xiao Jianshan did not feel any other more powerful people, so he had to look for Zhang Zichen.

Not only in Xiao Jianshan's eyes, but even in everyone else's eyes, no one would believe that this Nine Heavens Thunder Calamity would be led by Zhang Zichen.

Xiao Jianshan searched the shattered rocks and found Zhang Zichen on a huge rock.

But at this time, Zhang Zichen's clothes were broken, and his body was actually burned to gray and black!

"Lao Jiu!?"

Although Zhang Zichen's body was burned at this time, Xiao Jianshan recognized him at a glance because there was no one else in this valley except Zhang Zichen.

Just at this moment, the sword light in the sky flashed, Yuan Yangzi, Duanmu Batian, Feng Ruolan and other island owners arrived and landed next to Xiaojian Mountain.

And behind them, many sword lights approached one after another, landing on the periphery of several island masters. These were all people with the top cultivation level in the sect.

Today is the most lively day on Qingmang Fairy Island.

Yuan Yangzi landed and asked, "Junior Brother Xiao, what's going on? Could it be that you are overcoming the heavenly tribulation?"

Xiao Jianshan smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Brother, how could it be that I am passing through the heavenly tribulation? I have only been in the realm of Taoist Lord for two hundred years. Is it possible for me to enter the realm of Saint Lord for two hundred years?"

"Impossible!" Yuan Yangzi affirmed, "But everything in the world is strange. Junior Brother Xiao, you are a genius of Taoism, and it is also impossible. But since this person who survives the heavenly tribulation is not you, who will it be?"

"I don't know either, because I just arrived here." Xiao Jianshan shook his head and said.

"Is this person? He failed to survive the tribulation, and was severely injured by the thunder, and his soul was scattered?" Duanmu Batian responded because he saw a person who was burnt all over, lying on a huge rock, motionless, as if dead.

"It's not him." Xiao Jianshan shook his head again and said, "Senior Brother Duanmu, this person is Zhang Zichen, a new disciple on my island. When the thunder tribulation came, he happened to practice here and was ready to get out of the way. Alas! Helplessly, he may be affected and lost his life."

"It's him!" Duanmu Batian was shocked, as if he remembered this waste, but his face changed a few times, and he seemed to remember the fact that he had climbed the spiritual weapon mountain on the Spirit Island that day, with a very strange expression.

Like Duanmu Batian, there are several other island owners with bad looks, but it seems that Zhang Zichen's death can bring them a little pleasure.

Only Yuan Yangzi showed a look of pity on his face and said, "Although this boy is dull and has poor qualifications, he has good perseverance. Last time on the mountain of spiritual weapons, he actually took down a low-grade spiritual weapon with his own ability. This is a miracle for thousands of years. If he was cultivated with sincerity, he might be a good disciple."

Duanmu Batian heard this, but opposed it: "My senior brother, this is serious. This child has a low qualification and a vague dantian. The mountain of spiritual weapons that day was probably lucky. I think he is just a useless person no matter how he cultivates it."

The others nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

Xiao Jianshan smiled bitterly and said, "Dear seniors, seniors, no matter what, Zhang Zichen is dead, we don't have to say bad things about him later, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the others suddenly turned red. As an elder, it was shameless to slander a junior like this.

Just at this moment, a crisp sound came from the air.

Only Duanmu Batian's daughter Duanmuxue pointed to the ground and exclaimed: "The burnt shell on Zhang Zichen's body is cracked!"

When everyone heard this, they looked carefully and found that it was true. Zhang Zichen, who was lying on the huge rock and had been burned into black scorched shells, appeared from his chest.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound, and the crack widened. Yuan Yangzi was shocked and pointed at Zhang Zichen's heart and said, "He, Zhang Zichen, he is still alive and has a heartbeat!"

Yes, that's right! It was Zhang Zichen's heartbeat, which made the scorched shell outside his body crack!

Plop! Plop! Plop!

After this reminder, everyone seemed to hear Zhang Zichen's heartbeat, strong, steady and rhythmic.

"Not only is he not dead, but his heartbeat is stronger than before!" Duanmu Batian was a little unbelievable, but the facts were in front of him, which made him very confused.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Zichen, who was burned to charred, was slowly changing. The black scorched shells around his body began to break from his heart. As his heartbeat, cracks became more and more, covering his entire chest.

And that's not enough, the cracks are still spreading, from the chest, to the belly, and then the limbs and head.

Suddenly, under the black burnt shell, a painful shout came: "Ah"

Everyone was shocked, and then they saw a new adult, as if he had broken out of his cocoon and turned into a butterfly, drilled out from under the scorched shell.

Zhang Zichen sat up screaming and slowly tore off the scorched shells on his body, first of all, the scorched shells on his eyes and head.

When Zhang Zichen grabbed the scorched shells in his hand and observed them carefully, he murmured: "What is this? What's going on? Why does it smell like burnt?"

Afterwards, Zhang Zichen tore off all the scorched shells on his body, revealing a snow-white body, and he was not wearing any clothes at all.

Seeing this situation, many female disciples blushed and were very shy.

Moreover, there are many female disciples who are obsessed with practicing and have never seen a man's body. Although they see him at this time, they are very furious when they see Zhang Zichen like this.

Especially between Zhang Zichen's legs, somewhere...

Many female disciples yearn for it very much.
Chapter completed!