"Sir, what should I do?"

Cen Xi's expression was calm and he said coldly: "Didn't you feel it just now? Besides, the thunder tribulation blocks the way, such a powerful catastrophe, hum! Are you afraid that there will be no chance to wait? Go and send someone to disperse the Fourth Field Army. No matter what the outcome is, we will be the only witness."

The Jindan monk was stunned when he heard this, and then he was relieved. He turned around and ordered several foundation-building armors to disperse other covetous people who might appear. The Goldendan Thunder Tribulation contains vitality in the test, especially in the Goldendan Thunder Tribulation, after the violent power of the Heaven and Earth Tribulation is vented, it will also purify the hostility and impurities in the heaven and earth. Once the monk passes through it, he is recognized by the Great Way of Heaven and Earth, and the heaven and earth will also give great rewards.

The wrath of thunder is like a divine power that has alarmed the unknown. The five elements are chaotic, and the wind and thunder are surging, as if the end of the world is like, mixed with the sobs and roars that are urging people's souls. The monks will naturally not be able to relax after experiencing tribulations. Thunder strikes, tempering the will of the soul, body and soul are all places where they have experienced tribulations.

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The blood of the Rakshasa surging wildly, and the cloud-gathering armor was constantly attacked and tempered by thunder. This armor was not only a magical power, but also a blood and energy. Every time the thunder rage would scatter one or several clouds again. In the blur of blood and flesh, the skin bursts out, the divine light scatters, the Rakshasa bloodline gathers again to repair, and a more charming and magical cloud will be born.

The tempering from head to toe, if it were ordinary people, they had already been tortured by the tempering of thousands of knifes, and their will collapsed and died on the spot. The blood of the Rakshasa effectively helped Wanyan Ying resist it. Not only that, the soul of the Purple Palace was like a sad cloud and ghost fog, constantly gathering in the thunder.

Zhou Hao is near the center of Thunder, and can be said to be an extremely dangerous position. If he is not careful and reveals his own aura, he may be targeted by Thunder. At least half of this Thunder should be borne by him.

However, even if he is a wooden stake and stone, he cannot avoid being taken care of by thunder. A hundred feet away is not enough to avoid the thunder scattered from the center of the thunder tribulation. He cannot control spiritual power to resist it, which is very forced.

Under the thunder tribulation, the night was accompanied by the light that cut through the sky, emitting a heart-pounding and awe-inspiring silver. In the darkness, countless figures of ropes surged out in the wilderness where there was only thunder. In the darkness, greed, cruel, bloodthirsty and cruelty spread wildly under the occasional silver of thunder.

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Crack, another thunder thunder suddenly floated from the silver color, and the bloody smell was instantly swept by the wind and clouds, wrapped in the thunder clouds and storm, spreading the entire hundred miles.

It was like a signal, all kinds of roars and howls, and the cultivators' rebukes and screams, like the monotony of disgusting the thunder, constantly ringing in the dark, adding countless episodes to the already irritating thunder, but this episode is bloody and crisis, which is fatal.

The thunder of the wind and rain all night, the roars and roars all night, sometimes sharp, sometimes miserable, sometimes struggling to death, were washed away by the thunder and turned into a pink jaw by the thunder.

Looking at the already white sky in the east, a touch of bright red clouds jumped out of crimson clouds, shrinking to dozens of feet in radius. At the moment of venting its last power, the crimson from the sky penetrated the clouds, and a fresh breath quickly fell down.

On the ground, countless plants and trees had been destroyed, and even the ground was blasted out of a deep pit by thunder. I don’t know whether Wanyan Yingshuang, who had survived the tribulation, was dead or alive. However, the sweet rain from the sky was the essence of all the spiritual power contained in the thunder clouds of hundreds of miles. On weekdays, even if the golden elixir monk did not refine it for three or five years, he might not have been able to achieve such an achievement.

At this moment, the thunder roars that night, the life and death crisis finally ushered in the harvest season.

Zuo Chengwei Cen Xi was surrounded by a golden elixir foundation-building monk. Except for him, all the other monks were tired and ferocious and murderous intent. That night, more than a hundred people were swallowed up by monsters and aliens, and no less than ten people were injured. The rest of the survived were also exhausted.

The sky light came and the rain moistened the body. Not to mention the few golden elixir monks, even the foundation-building monks were all red. Such an opportunity could be said to be a gift from heaven. If it weren't for Cen Xi, who was at the peak of the golden elixir, all the foundation-building monks had already fought for it before.

Zuo Chengwei Cen Xi was not stupid. He felt the burning gaze of the monks under his command, and shouted coldly: "Hmph! God gave him an opportunity, and he was still standing there. Whoever grabbed it would be his own. Could it be that I would take action?"

Wow, the tired foundation-building monk howled happily. As a foundation-building monk, he followed a golden elixir monk like a military command and charged in a battle. This is not only a change in the rules of the practice world, but also a trust and refuge for the golden elixir monk. As the leader of the golden elixir, he naturally cannot rely on his subordinates and possess himself. In that way, he will only betray the people and become lonely.

Such people are also destined to have no place to stand in a new world.

The hundreds of ways were scattered with excitement and murderous aura, and rushed towards the place where the rain came. This was not a time for modesty and politeness. It was beneficial. Father and son and brother also had to distinguish between the inside and outside, not to mention that there were many competitions and struggles between the people.

Zhou Hao was very tired, depressed all night, and the suffering of one night had already made him regret it. He did not expect that Wanyan Yingshuang was pitted by him, making the power of the thunder surprisingly violent, while some of the thunder were not restricted and were aimlessly random attacks.

This caused Zhou Hao to suffer a lot. He was hit by the scattered lightning from time to time, and his hair stood up and his body was numb. Even the flesh at the attack on the thunder was as if it had been roasted, emitting a coat.

Fragrance.

However, he had no choice but to resist, endured the thunder for a night, and took the opportunity to comprehend the power of thunder, trying to further his thunder power.

Zhou Hao had no idea of ​​appreciating the scenery in the sky. He was like a mortal, suffering from the storm and thunder all night. Not to mention being exhausted, at least he looked like a beggar on the outside.

The sweet rain scattered, and Wanyan Ying absorbed and refined it in both instincts. For these heavenly rewards, as a person who has experienced tribulations, he has a natural advantage. The empty and dry meridian dantian is like a hungry and thirsty vitality, and like a coherent moon rotation, a whirlwind blew on the spot.

"Oh, damn, it hurts me so much."

Zhou Hao was also moistened by sporadic rain, and his body felt like a numb mind was injected into it in an instant, which quickly restored Ben's numb mind. His body stretched, causing the skin to burst with thunder and burned with electricity, and the pain of a needle-like bayonet cut.

More than a hundred foundation-building monks flocked to them, all trying to get as much as possible to nourish the rain, but several golden elixir monks were embarrassed to join them.

After all, even if it is given by heaven and earth, the people who have passed the tribulation are only juniors of the same level, and the number of spiritual objects is limited, so things that are regarded as treasures by foundation-building monks can only be considered pretty good things in the eyes of Jindan monks. And even if more than a hundred foundation-building monks are moistened, there are too few.
Chapter completed!