inspire-indiana Chapter 175 Yang Chan has a weak constitution, but a strong tongue.
Chapter 175 Yang Chan has a weak constitution, but a strong tongue.
"Jiao'er!"
Yao Ji was also quite frightened by the force of the lightning tribulation and called out anxiously.
"Are you alright?"
At this moment, she wished she could suffer the same tribulation as her daughter; her heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, aching faintly.
Yang Jiao felt pain, but after the pain subsided, the afterglow felt a little comfortable.
That was the feeling of the body being tempered by lightning; the already powerful body had now reached an even higher level.
She gently shook her head at Yao Ji and the mosquito Taoist on the pillar, wanting to say that everything was fine, but when she opened her mouth...
A wisp of black smoke emerged from her mouth...
But the tribulation lightning gave her no time to rest. In an instant, another tribulation lightning bolt, with a similar force to the one before, descended, one after another, faster and more and more densely.
Even with a layer of protection at the center of the formation, Yang Jiao was still struggling to cope.
Her hair went from standing on end to being split into big waves.
A faint smell of burning emanated from my body.
"Damn it, I've already chopped it up."
Yang Jiao, who had already endured forty lightning strikes, had a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
After wiping it away, she immediately used her magic to continue protecting herself.
Three-year-old Yang Chan, who witnessed everything from the corner of the wall, had her eyes wide open, clearly terrified, but her older sister seemed to be in a lot of pain.
Although she didn't have the experience of living with her older sister, she watched her sister grow up slowly, standing on a stool every day to see her and watch her sister grow up little by little, her hair getting longer and longer.
After all, they were blood relatives, and even the candy in Yang Chan's hand didn't taste sweet anymore.
He put his hands on his hips, pointed at the clouds in the sky, and shouted:
"Yunyun, don't chop my sister. If you're going to chop her, do it gently, very gently."
She had barely finished speaking.
An even greater tribulation of lightning, gathered together, formed.
Even Yang Jiao was intimidated by this situation and crawled on all fours, trying to hide.
But the lightning seemed to have a tracking device installed on Yang Jiao, determined to strike her.
Yang Jiao was furious.
He looked up to the sky and roared:
"He can even dodge Marshal Tianpeng's lightning tribulation!"
Not only did he dodge several attacks, but he also helped to neutralize a few of them.
But now, this tribulation lightning is completely different from his!
The purple lightning, in particular, not only struck her physical body but also made her soul tremble.
A thunderous roar descended swiftly, striking Yang Jiao squarely on the head.
The power was so great that Yang Jiao almost coughed up blood, and her body crackled with electricity as she collapsed to the ground.
Yang Chan over there was almost crying from fright.
She threw the candy in her hand at the clouds in the sky, feeling wronged.
"You wicked Yunyun, use the little lightning to strike your older sister, use the smaller one."
Thus, an even larger thunderbolt was reassembled.
Yang Jiao was dumbfounded.
"No, isn't the tribulation only about the final bolt of lightning?"
"Why is it getting thicker and thicker?"
She now reasonably suspects that someone is cursing her!
Seeing that her sister's clothes were stained with blood, Yang Chan burst into tears, her tears flowing like a burst dam.
She stumbled towards Yao Ji, like a startled fawn, and plunged headfirst into her mother's warm embrace.
Yang Chan's face was buried in Yao Ji's arms, and her voice came in a muffled tone:
"Mother, don't let my sister suffer so much, don't hurt her so much..."
next second.
The thick bolt of purple lightning struck Yang Jiao with perfect accuracy!
Yang Jiao felt a heart-wrenching pain sweep over her, a pain that was even worse than the dozens of lightning bolts before her!
It felt as if thousands of sharp knives were endlessly twisting and piercing the same wound, over and over again, without end.
Yang Jiao finally couldn't bear the immense pain and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the ground in a shocking sight.
Yao Ji unconsciously tightened her grip on Yang Chan's hand, her heart aching with the suffering her daughters had endured.
At this moment, Yang Chan suddenly raised her head and shouted loudly at Yang Jiao:
"Sister is hurt! Get up and move aside!"
Hearing her sister's cries, Yang Jiao tried to struggle to get up, but found that all the strength in her body seemed to have been drained in an instant, as if an invisible giant hand was pressing down on her, making it impossible for her to stand up from the ground no matter how hard she tried.
Immediately afterwards, two more bolts of lightning struck in quick succession, giving Yang Jiao no chance to catch her breath or dodge.
She gritted her teeth, mustered her last bit of strength to gather the true energy within her body, and formed a thin layer of magical shield around her.
However, this seemingly sturdy shield was so fragile in the face of the powerful lightning tribulation that it was easily shattered in an instant and rushed straight into Yang Jiao's body.
At that moment, Yang Jiao felt as if all the meridians in her body were about to be torn apart by this violent force, and the pain was unbearable.
Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for breath, her face filled with disbelief.
He raised his head, his gaze fixed on his third sister, Yang Chan, and thought to himself:
Did this girl offend the patriarch when she had her mouth blessed?
Whatever I say doesn't work!
Yang Chan saw her sister looking at her, her round little face lit up with a smile, and she waved her little hand to cheer Yang Jiao on:
"Sister, hang in there! You absolutely can't cough up blood anymore."
With a "plop" sound, a mouthful of bright red blood gushed from Yang Jiao's mouth.
She was terrified, fearing that her younger sister would praise her to death.
He quickly stretched out a hand to stop Yang Chan from continuing to speak:
"Third sister, I know you're worried about your older sister, but please don't rush."
Despite the excruciating pain, Yang Jiao struggled to raise her arm and wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.
It took her a great deal of effort to stand up, albeit unsteadily.
At this moment, she looked up at the last imposing celestial lightning tribulation in the sky, her eyes filled with an almost manic expression.
From now on! She! Yang Jiao! Must draw the Thor fragment!
Then, with this ability to strike lightning, you can use it to strike people you hate!
Help.
Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she shouted at Yang Chan:
"Quickly, curse at me a few times!"