Several thunder rolled along the mountain walls, like a waterfall and steeping in the rumbling springs, rumbling through and falling, majestic and spectacular.

The power of thunder tribulation cannot be resisted by humans.

The shy voice of the sky lark interrupted Song Yiren's trance inappropriately.

He rubbed his forehead, which was smooth and shining with lightning.

"What if we weren't dead."

Daoxuan frowned and thought that if he was not dead, then all these plans would naturally be empty.

Then I thought again.

What does this mean?

Fire failed to break the territory?

The boy with a robe looked confused and helpless. Finally, he stretched out his finger and pointed in a direction where the cliff was flooded by lightning in the distance, and said carefully: "Didn't you... see, are you there?"

Follow the direction of the Skylark's finger.

Daoxuan looked over.

Daoxuan, who thought that his soul art was good, was always alert to the surroundings and found no abnormalities.

When he saw this, Luzi, who had always been calm, almost screamed...

Thunder is like the sea, and the flying light pierces the eyes.

And in the short period of day, a figure in blue shirt appeared on the cliff that had been washed by thunder.

A middle-aged man with a slightly white hair and a green robe full of dust and a vicissitudes of life was nailed there with the flash of lightning.

The great guest's clothes were swaying in the sea of ​​thunder. He held the Buddhist beads with one hand and stood in front of his chest, bathing in the power of disaster. The string of Buddhist beads was constantly blown up by the lightning, but there was no sign of breaking.

He stood calmly in the sea of ​​thunder.

The eyes were extremely indifferent.

This indifferent gaze fell on the gathering of thunder...the fire demon king.
Chapter completed!