At the foot of the chessboard, in the camp of the two imperial army, in a military tent near the central commander's tent, Luo Tong and Luo Zhang and his son were lying on two simple camp beds, with a faint smell of blood and herbal smell spreading.

Yun Weng and Yun Lingyun were busy respectively, applying herbs to heal them.

"Wen Yun, how about General Luo?" Seeing that Weng Yun was busy, he took the handkerchief from the escort doctor beside him and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Xue Dingshan, who had been waiting anxiously, couldn't help but step forward and ask.

Cheng Yaojin also hurriedly asked, "Old Man Yun, what's going on? Can Luo Tong's leg be good? He is the vanguard of the army and one of the best generals in the army. The Western Expedition is imminent, so you can't make any mistakes!"

"Don't worry! My legs are not broken, so I used my medicine, as long as half a month or as long as one month, I will recover as before," Yun Weng said calmly and casually with a handkerchief.

Xue Dingshan was relieved when he heard this, and nodded and said, "It's fine! Thank you for your hard work in Yun!"

"Half a month? When he gets better, the daylily is cold!" Cheng Yaojin glared and said, "It's almost time to reach Xiliang. How can I wait for him to get injured and go to fight to kill the enemy?"

When Yun Weng heard this, he turned his eyes unhappy and turned his eyes to Cheng Yaojin: "If I hadn't been here, he would have to be at least two or three months old, and it was still difficult to fight. He would have to fight to kill the enemy. He was still riding back on a horse, and he lost a lot of blood. If I hadn't been here, his leg would have been useless!"

When Cheng Yaojin heard this, he was so weak that he was speechless.

"Luo Tong! Why are you so impulsive? How old are you, and you are still the same as when you were young. Your temperament will kill you sooner or later!" Cheng Yaojin turned to look at Luo Tong and gritted his teeth and said, "I hate him for not fighting.

Luo Tong, who was quarreled by the two elders, couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Uncle Cheng, what can my nephew have at that time? If he doesn't go, his reputation will be lost, and Zhang'er is also in the hands of Shan Ximu!"

"This Shan Ximu is extremely hateful!" Cheng Yaojin suddenly stared at the eyes of Luo Tong's mention of Shan Ximu.

Luo Tong shook his head bitterly and said, "It's not his fault! I, Luo Tong, do owe him too much to the Dan family."

"I owe nothing!" Cheng Yaojin swears: "Dragon Tianchang's death was caused by his own fault. What does it have to do with you? He dared to humiliate and harm our generals in the court so much, which is simply seeking death! I originally thought that he was a junior and did not want to argue with him. Now it seems that such a crazy and perverse person is not enough to exalt the power of our army without killing."

Xue Dingshan also said coldly with a bad expression: "This Shan Ximu really thinks that my court army dare not touch him!"

Obviously, Luo Tong and his son were almost deposed, which completely angered Xue Dingshan. Xue Dingshan was still young after all, and even if they were calm and capable, how could they not be angry?

Xue Dingshan, who had tried his best to avoid conflicts for the sake of the overall situation, was also in a murderous mood at this time.

"Uncle Cheng! Marshal! Please listen to me. There is another reason at this time!" Luo Tong hurriedly spoke.

Listening to Luo Tong hurriedly finishing the situation when Shan Ximu's mother gave birth, everyone in the tent couldn't help but look moved.

"What a kind mother who is eager to protect her son!" Yun Weng sighed and praised.

Cheng Yaojin also felt a complicated expression as if he was deflated: "I didn't expect that this kid Shan Ximu is considered pitiful!"

"With such a past, I can still stay awake and not kill. Dan Ximu has a clear distinction between grudges and grudges, and it is rare!" Xue Dingshan nodded and sighed, and his murderous intent faded away.

Luo Tong then hurriedly said, "Marson, Shan Ximu is very skilled in martial arts and has good skills, and is a rare talent. If he is here, we will be much more sure of solving the difficulties of Yangcheng and dealing with Su Baotong."

"Uncle Luo is saying, "Is it a way to surrender him?" Xue Dingshan frowned slightly: "With this person's character, I'm afraid he is not willing to surrender to others. It's not easy to surrender him!"

Luo Tong hurriedly said: "Marcel, now the second army lacks the vanguard in the front, and I am willing to give up the position of vanguard in the front. If the marshal can appoint him as the vanguard in the front, he may be able to surrender him with such sincerity. If he can surrender, our army will be like a tiger with wings!"

Xue Dingshan frowned and pondered without saying a word, but did not respond for a while.

Seeing this, Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but say, "Ding Shan! I think this matter is not impossible. Now Luo Tong cannot be the vanguard of the front office. Luo Zhang is also injured and cannot go to the battlefield to kill the enemy for a while. Do you want to hand over the position of vanguard of the front line to Li Luanhu?"

"No! With this kind of heart, if you are a pioneer, you will be afraid of hindering the Western Expedition!" Luo Tong said hurriedly.

His brows were even tighter. Xue Dingshan, who was about to speak, suddenly looked up and looked outside in surprise, then quickly walked out of the military tent, and his eyes narrowed toward the top of Qipan Mountain.

At this time, the space on Qipan Mountain was twisted, and a dark whirlpool of lightning appeared, visible from afar.

The entire Tang army camp was slowly becoming noisy, and many soldiers and generals also discovered the changes on Qipan Mountain. After all, they were too close to each other, and there was a depressing aura spreading in the thunder and lightning vortex.

Afterwards, Yun Weng, Yun Lingyun, and Cheng Yaojin all left the military tent, and they all looked at Qipan Mountain in surprise.

In a military tent not far away, the Qingyuan Qingzhu brothers and brothers who quickly left the military tent also looked at the change on Qipan Mountain in surprise.

"Thunder Tribulation Whirlpool?" Qingyuan and Qingzhu, who only looked at each other, couldn't help but feel shocked in their hearts.

Before, they secretly followed Luo Tong, on the one hand, they wanted to protect Luo Tong, and on the other hand, they wanted to meet Shan Ximu. However, they unexpectedly were blocked by an invisible maze on the Qipan Mountain and finally got out of trouble. This was the reason why Shan Ximu let the water go.

Shan Ximu is Xiaoyue's disciple, and the teachings and guidance he received are comparable to Qingzhu Qingyuan? In terms of formation, Shan Ximu has a great talent.

After getting out of trouble, Qingzhu Qingyuan saw Luo Tong and his son going down the mountain injured. On the one hand, in order to protect Luo Tong and his son, and on the other hand, he was also afraid of Shan Ximu, which made the two of them not trespassed in the chessboard village, but came back with Luo Tong and his son.

Now, after seeing the thunder tribulation vortex, the two brothers were surprised, and they couldn't help feeling bitter: "This Shan Ximu is actually a peak powerhouse in Hedao. Now he is going to overcome the heavenly tribulation. Even if they join forces, they are probably not their opponents! The monks who are good at formations are particularly difficult to deal with."

A dull sound of "boom" was heard. A lightning surged out of the vortex of lightning. It slashed towards Shan Ximu, who sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain with a reckless curve on the corner of his mouth.

Shan Ximu, who had not used any magic weapon, was full of energy. He let the lightning strike his head and spread to his whole body. There was a faint flash of lightning in his eyes, but he was not hurt at all.

"What a terrible thunder catastrophe!" Qingyuan Qingzhu, Xue Dingshan and other practitioners who had some knowledge, couldn't help but feel frightened and depressed when they saw the lightning struck.

The terrible power of heaven and earth made them unable to arouse the courage to confront each other.

"This thunder tribulation is not simple!" Qing Zhu and Qing Yuan, who had seen the teacher Ziyang's old Taoist, keenly realized that Shan Ximu's thunder tribulation was too powerful, and it seemed that he was not like a monk at the peak of Hedao to pass the tribulation.

Could it be that they have passed the immortal tribulation? The two brothers couldn't help but have this thought in their hearts.

In the East China Sea, the vastness of the night is vast, and the sea is shimmering under the starry sky. In the depths of the endless sea, there is a mysterious area that is regarded as a forbidden area by some demon monks in the sea and dare not approach it easily.

The seemingly ordinary sea area is hidden by a very top-notch immortal cultivating force on the entire ancestor star - Penglai Immortal Island!

When Chen Hua used the Qiankun Cauldron to refine the ancestral star, he intended to leave a fairy island on the ancestral star and leave a hidden formation. Later, the descendants of the Creation Line naturally took this fairy island for themselves and used it as the sect's nest.

The Penglai Immortal Island above the Ancestral Star is not too big, it is only a radius of more than ten miles. However, there are lush plants and trees, Ganoderma lucidum and fairy grass everywhere, cranes flying, spiritual beasts soaring, and some pavilions and palaces of various colors. Some monks with fairy styles or wander in pairs or sit and eat and drink to discuss the Tao, without any care. They are really the place of the immortal palace on earth and the realm of blessings outside the world.

The Hall of Creation is the most important hall of the Creation line of Penglai Fairy Island, and it is the place where elders preach or discuss matters during their daily lives.

At this time, in the Hall of Creation, Ziyang, an old Taoist in purple-red Taoist robe, a somewhat sloppy Drunken Immortal Man in loose white Taoist robe, and a thin old Taoist Wuyouzi in gray-white Taoist robe. Xuanwu Tianzun in black Taoist robe were gathered together, drinking spiritual tea at will, tasting the immortal fruits, and sitting and discussing the Tao, which was very comfortable.

"I said a while ago, why haven't I heard from Brother Wuyouzi? It turns out that you are here on Penglai Immortal Island!" The old Taoist Ziyang looked at Wuyouzi with envy: "Brother Dao has passed the nine scattered immortal tribulations first and became a golden immortal. Even if it is placed in the fairy world, he can be regarded as a master. It's really gratifying!"

Wuyouzi smiled faintly: "I was able to survive the nine scattered immortal tribulations, become a golden immortal, and even continue to stay on the ancestral star, thanks to the immortal's advice and help."

"The ninth Immortal Tribulation! I don't know when I will get through it?" Xuanwu Tianzun also sighed.

Wuyouzi hurriedly said, "Xuanwu, I advise you to practice your heart of Tao more and not rush to pass the ninth Immortal Tribulation. Otherwise, it will be very dangerous. Although I have the help of the immortals this time, it is also very dangerous!"

While talking, Wuyouzi couldn't help but look at the drunken immortal man who was squinting his eyes and drinking with a faint sense of awe in his eyes.

"Haha, you should know the principle of accumulating strength and making progress. The way to practice is to avoid being impatient. We have a long lifespan, so why bother to care for a while?" The drunkard man said with a smile, looking extremely free and easy.

The drunken immortal man, who had just finished speaking, couldn't help but smile slightly, opened his drunken eyes, looked outside with his eyes shining brightly, and murmured to himself: "What a great thunder tribulation!"

"The fluctuations came from the northwest, and they were very powerful, but they were not at all scattered immortals," Wuyouzi said with a little puzzled look.

The old Taoist Ziyang and Xuanwu Tianzun looked at each other, but they didn't feel anything. The formation of Penglai Immortal Island is very special, which can hinder the incoming of external energy fluctuations and ensure the scene within the Immortal Island. However, if the soul cultivation reaches the level of the Golden Immortal, the spiritual consciousness can still pass through the formation.

Of course, the spiritual consciousness mentioned here is just inside the Immortal Island through the formation. If it is outside, the spiritual consciousness of the Golden Immortal cannot discover Penglai Immortal Island.

"So that little guy!" The drunkard with a slightly moved expression couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth: "It's worthy of being his disciple, he is indeed talented!"

Xuanwu Tianzun couldn't help but ask curiously: "Immortal, who is passing the tribulation?"

"Shan Ximu, the grandson of Shan Ximu! The disciple of Zhenren Xiaoyue!" The drunk immortal man smiled and looked at Xuanwu Tianzun and said.

Hearing the name of Shan Xiongxin, the old Taoist Ziyang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly and looked a little disappointed: "I remember that back then, I also advised Shan Xiongxin, but unfortunately he was..."

"Fellow Daoist Ziyang. The grandson of Shan Xiongxin can be regarded as a teacher by Zhenren Xiaoyue. It is a blessing. You don't have to worry too much about it," Xuanwu Tianzun chuckled and said, "I didn't expect that all the younger generations are extraordinary nowadays! I just don't know, how will Shan Ximu choose?"

The drunken immortal man became drunk again and said, "Okay. Come on, let's continue drinking!"

In the outside world, other immortal cultivators and casual cultivators who did not have the hidden formation like Penglai Immortal Island were also alarmed by the amazing thunder tribulation vortex in the northwest.

Kunlun Fairyland. In a cave covered by the top of the mountain peak in the mist and fairy energy, the thin old Taoist sitting cross-legged on the Hanyu bed to meditate, opened his eyes slightly, and there was a substantial golden light flashing in his eyes. His eyes looked into the direction on the chessboard like a penetration of the void, and his brow frowned slightly: "This thunder tribulation..."

"Who is such a talented junior? Could it be Penglai..." The thin old man muttering to himself, his face became slightly unnatural.

In the forbidden space opened up by the Xuangong Sect of Jiugong Mountain, the elegant middle-aged middle-aged Master Xuantian who was meditating on the void white clouds also opened his eyes with a frown. He looked up at the distance and looked puzzled: "Is this junior... a man from Penglai Immortal Island?"

"Hmph! Penglai Immortal Island is really lucky!" The Master Xuantian, who snorted coldly, closed his eyes again to meditate.

In the northwest of Mount Li, in the mountains, the void fluctuates slightly. Sometimes the thunder and fire are exploding and burning some plants and trees. Sometimes the floods are surging, washing the mountains and forests. A series of faint lights flash in the mountains and forests, and sometimes the lights of the seals are scattered into the void.

Not far away, on a large rock in front of the waterfall, a simple white dress, a slightly cold and beautiful woman with a melon-shaped face as white as jade, was making seals with her jade hands, and she made seals into the waving mountains and forests.

A "boom" sounded, and a lightning flashed, and the ionized void shook violently. It was accompanied by a sound that looked like a horse's neighing and a dragon's roar. A snow-white dragon horse ran out of the twisted void, and a pair of agile eyes flashed with a hint of fear and surprise.

Seeing this, the cold beauty in white who was about to set up a seal to control the formation again, looked at the distance in the night sky as if she was aware, and her brow frowned slightly: "Is it a thunder catastrophe?"

With a rumbling sound, the dragon horse flew away, and soon destroyed the formation in the forest to pieces. Then he rushed to the side of the cold beauty in white, and let out a crisp and pleasant laugh: "Gee, Lihua, you didn't trap me this time!"

"Okay, are you good enough?" Fan Lihua, who withdrew her gaze and looked at Longma, shook her head and smiled, and in an instant, the flowers were fading.

"Someone just survives the tribulation, what's so strange about it?" Longma said with a lip voice.

Fan Lihua, who smiled without comment, turned around and said, "Okay, let's go back!"

"Wait for me!" Seeing Fan Lihua's jade feet flying up the mountain like a fairy, the dragon horse, who hurriedly shouted, quickly chased after her with clouds rising from her feet.

In front of an ancient Taoist temple on Mount Li, Fan Lihua flew to the ground with a dragon horse.

"Senior Sister Lihua!" A girl in a green and black Taoist robe who had just walked out of the Taoist temple couldn't help but polite when she saw Fan Lihua.

Fan Lihua, who smiled and nodded indifferently, couldn't help but ask, "Have the teacher rested?"

"The teacher is accompanying Fairy Bingling to discuss the truth, but he has not rested!" the girl said continuously.

"Oh!" Fan Lihua was hesitating whether to leave first when Lishan's mother's gentle voice sounded in her ear: "Lihua, come in!"

When Fan Lihua heard this, she immediately responded with joy and walked into the Taoist temple with a happy expression.

Behind him, the dragon horse with a bright light also turned into a tall woman in white clothes with small horns like white jade on her forehead and followed Fan Lihua.

In the Taoist temple, the old mother of Mount Li and the fairy Bing Ling sat cross-legged on the cushion, and the main cushion was empty.
To be continued...