The catastrophe cloud in the void seemed to feel the powerful fighting spirit on Wang An, like a awakened lion, with the roar echoing and the thunder rolling.

A powerful aura suddenly burst out from the clouds, and nine babies' arms were shining with red lights. The thick thunder filled with the power of the law suddenly appeared in the air.

The nine thunders are as magnificent as prisons, as if the nine-headed thunder python danced in the sky, roaring and roaring in the clouds; millions of tiny thunders, densely packed, surrounding the red thunder, and the sky is filled with red lightning, reflecting the sky, shining with drunken smoke.

"Boom!"

Lightning and thunder roar, catastrophe clouds roll, thunder roar. The sky was broken, and the terrifying aura of trembling on the earth soared into the sky. The first wave of thunder tribulation, the Red Fire God Thunder landed on the nine-inch-high Yuanying with countless thunder and lightning.

Wang An narrowed his eyes and hovered in the air with a thought. He saw that the Nascent Soul in the air was also imitating Wang An in a circumference, pinching mysterious magic tricks from his hand. A powerful aura erupted from the Nascent Soul, and the power of the law rolled and surged.

The Nascent Soul's white little hand raised, and an eight-color magical power appeared in the sky, thunder pouring out like a waterfall.

The magic array shield was as if nothing had happened and was easily penetrated by thunder.

The sky and the earth changed color, the void shook, and the vastness of thunder instantly submerged Wang An and the Nascent Soul above his head.

The terrifying power of thunder fell on the Nascent Soul. A strange smile appeared on the baby's face, and it began to absorb a trace of thunder power and poured into the layer of armor on his body. It seemed that the reason for absorbing the power of thunder was that the eight-color armor on the Nascent Soul's body became more intense.

Wang An's eyes were fixed, and his thoughts moved. The Eight Desert Sword of the Nativity Magical Treasure turned and fell into the hands of the Nascent Soul villain, turning into a three-foot green edge. The eight-colored gods shine in the world, and the sharp sword energy was invincible. A nine-inch villain, holding a three-foot green edge in his hand, looked like a baby dancing with a sword, looking very strange and inconsistent.

However, a shocking scene appeared.

The Eight Desolate Swords in the hand of the Nascent Soul moved slightly, and countless sword lights fell on the lightning; the sky and the earth changed color, and the lightning was shining everywhere.

The raging thunder power crossed the Nascent Soul and fell fiercely on Wang An, and his whole body was submerged in the brilliance of thunder.

Indestructible, the masculine and domineering thunder power fell on Wang An, and his clothes suddenly exploded, revealing his skin with a faint silver light.

The muscles are twisted and shining; the muscles are protruding and bulging, like hilarious silver pouring, bursting out a terrifying force, and the blood in the body surging, surging the sky.

An ancient wild aura erupted from his body, and the sounds of the whole body were shaped by the sounds of the runes, and the light law of force filled the air.

"Break it for me!"

The silver light flashed on Wang An's body, and his punches were like the wind. The terrifying power was like a tide, surging. The dense shadows of the fist fell on the terrifying thunder, and the thunder shattered one after another.

The scattered thunder power fell on Wang An, and a silver light flashed around him, and he actually absorbed the power of heavenly thunder.

The Nascent Soul, bathed in the power of thunder, and the natal magic weapon, absorbed the power of thunder, seemed to be a little stronger.

*******

"Tsk tsk, the first wave is the Red Fire God Thunder, the Nascent Soul is as high as nine inches. Your disciple is extraordinary!" Gu Ruochen looked at Wang An in the mighty thunder power, with a hint of shock on his face.

The three-inch Yuanying walks all over the ground, which is considered the most common. If you break through three inches, you will almost have the hope of hitting the ninth level of the Yuanying and becoming a powerful person in the late stage of the Yuanying, which is commonly known as the great monk!

After the transformation from the infant, there were six levels of Nascent Soul, almost none of them. Only those predecessors who flew into the spiritual world in the records had this talent. Therefore, when Gu Ruochen saw Xiao Ruoli's Nascent Soul height, he was shocked and unbelievable.

At this moment, seeing Wang An's height after he transformed into the body, she completely numbed. This kid is actually a monster, and his terrifying body cultivation level is probably difficult for the Nascent Soul cultivator to defeat him.

"Hehe, that's of course, and I don't look at whose apprentice it is."

"That eight-colored spiritual sword must be the magic weapon that triggered the weapon disaster before. Seeing that its power is far superior to the best magic weapon, this kid is really the master of creating miracles." Shangguan Haotian said proudly.

Xiao Ruoli was floating in the air, floating like an immortal, staring at Wang An intently, with an obsession in his eyes.

*******

When Wang An defeated the first wave of Red Fire God Thunder, the catastrophe clouds in the void surged again, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth flew into the clouds one after another, and a powerful aura erupted again.

The clouds rolled, and a faint orange-yellow mist spread between the heaven and earth, and the laws of gold floating from the disaster clouds.

"Boom!"

The heaven and earth are turbulent, the land of laws is surging, and the power of the great way swept across the heaven and earth. Within ten miles, all of them are shrouded in the huge pressure of the great way.

Eighteen orange-gold thunders shot out from the clouds, each as thick as a bowl, with the power of the law spreading, and an invincible aura of sharp gold rolling.

"Orange and Golden Thunder!"

Eighteen thunders flooded the sky, and the sky and the earth were orange-yellow. Accompanied by the terrifying pressure of breaking the sky and breaking the earth, it was like a golden river slashing towards Wang An.

A trace of solemnity flashed in the nine-inch Yuanying's eyes, and a solemnity appeared on his little face. He controlled the Eight Desolate Swords to use the Eight Desolate Sword Technique, and once again hit the Orange and Golden Divine Thunder.

The power of thunder roared, and the flying sword was crazily absorbing thunder and lightning. The purple light bursting out from the sword became stronger and stronger. The Eight Desolate Sword is an evolutionary magic weapon that absorbs the power of heavenly thunder and can vaguely strengthen the power of the thunder on the sword.

"Hmph, it's a good thing!

At this time, Wang An felt an inexplicable palpitations, looked up at the lightning that was about to fall, and silver light flashed on his body, as if a shell of a bore shot soared into the sky.

Runes flashed around him, and he clenched his fists, and a powerful momentum that would open up the world rolled in. The dense shadows of fists hit the sky thunder, and the power of the sky thunder trembled, and the power was weakened instantly.

At the same time, the Eight Desert Flying Swords rolled around, like a meteor that had transformed at dawn, sweeping across the sky thunder with one sword. The sword energy was scattered, and the world was silent!

Wang An, Yuanying, and the Eight Desolate Swords were all shrouded in the power of thunder, and they were all vaguely absorbing the power of thunder.

The orange-gold divine thunder was easily defeated by Wang An, with a rainbow of fighting spirit and no fear in his eyes.

After the Nascent Soul crossed the red fire and the two waves of orange and gold thunder, the aura on it seemed to be more solid, and it was vaguely visible that it seemed to have grown a little taller.

"Haha, the Orange and Golden Thunder is just like that!"

Wang An's blood was majestic, like a madman, floating in the air, roaring in the sky; under the vast vast clouds of disasters, he seemed so small, but the terrifying fighting spirit, immortal will, and ancient blood power burst out like a guide lamp in the dark, shining brightly.
Chapter completed!