"call out!"

A figure filled with silver light shot out from the sea. At this moment, Wang An's body was green and purple, filled with terrifying ice laws, and the powerful ancestor witch Chaos Art could not be easily driven away!

Wang Angang took a breath, but suddenly his face changed drastically. With a thought, a simple and vicissitudes of four-sided cauldron appeared in the air.

"Vulcan Cauldron!"

Flames filled the air, runes surged, and an ancient and powerful aura filled the surroundings.

At this moment, a rich purple color burst out from the catastrophe clouds in the void, and a terrifying aura that made Wang Anxin frightened suddenly appeared in the air.

So much so that he hurriedly sacrificed the Fire God Cauldron to resist the power of this terrifying Great Way.

"This...this is the ** heavenly tribulation!"

Wang An looked up at the roaring clouds of tribulation that were rolling in the void, and a trace of solemnity flashed across his face.

"Boom!"

The sky and the earth were shaking, and seventy-two heavenly thunders suddenly appeared in the air. Each thunder was as thick as a bucket, extremely terrifying. There were purple heavenly thunders everywhere within ten miles;

Each thunder seemed to have a trace of spirituality, turning into terrifying purple dragons rolling and roaring in the air.

The sky and the earth changed color, the sky trembled, and Shangguan Haotian and others, who were dozens of miles away, all felt a terrifying pressure on the avenue.

The dense sky thunder fell down with the power of thunder. Wang An was like a lonely boat in the sea, swaying in the terrifying pressure.

"The Fire God Cauldron, rise!"

Wang An narrowed his eyes, and a sharp light burst out from his eyes. He muttered something in his mouth. His finger fell on the four square cauldron. A terrifying flame law suddenly burst out from the cauldron. The golden crow engraved on the cauldron was lifelike, as if spreading its wings and about to emerge.

The power of thousands of thunder fell like a pouring rain. The Fire God Cauldron rolled around, and the runes flashed, turning into a hundred feet in size, catching the majestic thunder without missing a trace.

"Boom!"

The power of the great way shook the sky, and the laws rolled; in a moment, the Fire God Cauldron was filled with the power of thunder, like a huge thunder prison, with thunder rolling, and the glorious power swept across the nine heavens.

"Bang bang bang!"

At this time, the sky thunder, which was thick in the bucket, trembled violently and hit the Fire God Cauldron. The runes of the Fire God Cauldron were dazzling. With a wailing sound, they flew back into Wang An's body again.

"Puff..." Wang An's face changed and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. The terrifying backlash made him feel pain.

At the same time, the mighty sky thunder drowned Wang An in a purple sea of ​​thunder.

"Chichichi!"

The silver light on Wang An disappeared inch by inch, and a terrifying thunder suddenly hit him.

The flesh and blood splattered, and the blood spilled in the sky, revealing the thick white bones, making people feel creepy and tremble all over their bodies.

The inspiration on the body of the Yuanying floating in the air flashed, and it fell into Wang An's body with a slight breath, with strands of purple thunder lingering on his body.

"roar….."

Wang An roared angrily, and under the terrifying thunder, his bones were broken; the Eight Desolate Heavenly Sword was still spinning rapidly, absorbing the power of thunder madly. The Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique seemed to have been activated to the extreme, but the last third of the Ancestral Witch's essence and blood could not be activated and could not be melted into his body.

The terrifying thunder prison disappeared, and the vast spiritual energy that lingers between heaven and earth dissipates around.

"Ahem, vomit..."

Wang An had a pale face and was completely covered in skin. Silver blood ticked into the sea. The power of thunder lingered in his body, and the purple and silver colors intertwined. The wound healed and ruptured, and repeated circulation.

With a thought, several pills flew out of the Eight Desolate Zhentian Tower, and raised their heads and swallowed them directly.

Before passing the tribulation, Wang An had already put away all the storage props, otherwise under this terrifying thunder tribulation, the storage rings would probably turn into powder.

The pill entered the abdomen and turned into a rolling medicinal force to flow into the limbs and bones. A abundant spiritual energy suddenly surged in the body and wandered around the eight extraordinary meridians.

At the same time, a jade bottle appeared in his hand, raised his head and swallowed it directly; the bottle was full of ten thousand-year-old spiritual milk, which turned into pure spiritual energy and flowed into the eight extraordinary meridians.

Wang An's aura continued to rise, and the Nascent Soul in his body once again burst out with vigorous vitality and emitting terrifying laws.

The silver light on Wang An's body shone with water and wood spiritual energy lingered. In a few breaths, all the wounds disappeared strangely.

"Boom!"

A catastrophe cloud surged in the air, and a powerful aura that seemed to be a descending god-turned monk appeared.

The eight-colored divine lights are vast, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, white and purple, and under the pressure of powerful spirits, forming a vacuum.

The eight-colored thunders intertwined, as if they were guarding the emperor.

At this time, the catastrophe cloud suddenly exploded, and nine dark thunders suddenly appeared. The thunder carried a breath of death. Wherever it went, the void twisted and surged, and spiritual ripples appeared.

"This...this is the thunder of destruction and the thunder of killing!"

"Nine Nine Thunder Tribulation!"

Wang An's heart beat, his muscles tightened, and he felt a sense of panic and uneasiness.

"Boom!"

Ninety-nine eighty-one thunders, one color, each of which was as thick as a bucket. It rumbled down to Wang An, the sky and the earth changed color, the void shattered, and countless fragments of space were wandering.

Wang An punched out, his fist exploded, and the Nascent Soul sprayed his mouth, and a wave of infant fire fell on the thunder with the terrifying power of the law. The thunder condensed slightly and continued to fall with a loud bang.

The Nascent Soul screamed, his breath swelled, and his face looked listless.

Wang An felt a sharp pain, as if all his muscles melted under this terrifying thunder; his bones burst, and the powerful thunder power flew around in his body.

The whole body is cracked and blood stains the blue sky!

"An'er..."

At this time, Shangguan Haotian's expression changed, and he pointed his finger and a mysterious ancient cauldron turned around and shot towards the power of thunder.

"Bang!"

The laws around the thunder were surging, the pressure of the road was surging, and the spiritual light on the ancient tripod dissipated and flew backwards along the road in an instant.

Wang An felt that his eyelids were as thick as a mountain, and the majestic thunder power fell on his body, and his vision was full of thunder and lightning laws lingering in the air.

At this moment, the Enlightenment Tea in the depths of Wang An's sea of ​​consciousness moved slightly, emitting a mysterious power, instantly integrating into Wang An's sea of ​​consciousness, rejuvenating his spirit.

At the same time, the Eight Desert Heavenly Tower lurking in the body made a buzzing sound, and a strange force shot out.

This power appeared in the air, and in a roll, the sky thunder collapsed and the law disappeared. The terrifying power seemed to be reduced by one third at this moment.

At this time, a hint of excitement flashed in Wang An's eyes, and he saw the thunder laws and terrifying thunder prisons around him... appearing one by one in his sea of ​​consciousness. He seemed to have seen the origin of each thunder, and saw their formation and destruction.
Chapter completed!