Piao Tianwen    ? With the different eyes of everyone, Mo Yan walked into the portal that symbolized the difficulty of the seven stars.

At this time, a sea of ​​thunder mixed with water appeared under his feet, and seven thunder clouds of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple floating in the sky above his head.

There is no land in the entire space, but it is filled with a solemn atmosphere.

"Poor junior, your luck seems to be not very good. This level is not simpler than the eighth level. The only difference is that it is just an illusion. However, it is necessary to remind you that although this space is not real, if you die here, the soul fire will be extinguished. Even if you can go out, it is just a living dead. If you want to get this level treasure, you must resist the bombardment of seven thunder clouds without death, and you cannot contaminate a trace of sea water in the ocean of thunder, otherwise you will definitely die." An old but with a hint of gloating voice came from the void.

Mo Yan just frowned slightly, but his expression did not change much. He had already heard that this was the voice of the tomb owner, knowing himself and his enemy, and being able to win a hundred battles. Since the other party had told the rules of the game, it was much better than knowing nothing. He began to condense his energy and be on guard.

Piaomiao Zhoutian Jade Box Array!

He muttered something and quickly sacrificed a million yuan elixir, then threw out a six-star top-quality soft armor as the array eye, and arranged a defensive formation as the fastest speed.

The first thunder cloud in the sky had begun to brew, as if it was conscious, quickly floated towards him, pressing down and solidifying, and the originally red thunder cloud quickly turned blood red.

thunderbolt!

A blood-red lightning as thick as an arm hit him, slashing heavily at his head.

Buzz!

An oval cyan energy cover flashed, and it completely resisted the catastrophe thunder.

Mo Yan's expression relaxed slightly. Although the power of this thunder was great, it was not too outrageous. The large array of Piaotian Jade Boxes could barely resist it.

The second orange thunder cloud came much faster than the first, and the lightning condensed was much smaller. However, an orange lightning as thick as a thumb fell down slowly, like the wind blowing leaves. However, at the moment when the lightning intersected with the energy shield formed by the floating Zhoutian Jade Box array, a shocking roar was made.

Accompanied by this sound, the blue energy cover was instantly covered with dense cracks, as if it was about to break away at any time!

Mo Yan's expression changed. The power of this orange thunder was more than twice as powerful as the first blood-red thunder, and it almost almost broke the Piaomiao Zhoutian Jade Box Array!

There are five thunder clouds behind it. It is obvious that these thunder clouds are stronger than the other. Once they lose the defensive formation, they may be really unimaginable.

He did not dare to neglect at this time. After all, the third thunder cloud was already brewing and would fall soon. He quickly took out a bottle of gray liquid, pushed it with his palms, and splashed it on the green energy cover. This was a kind of magic glue, which was extremely precious. Just one drop was worth hundreds of thousands of yuan in spiritual pills, and almost no one would sell it. They were all cleaned up by themselves. However, this liquid was very repairing to the formation, but these gray liquids quickly penetrated into the green light cover and repaired the formation.

thunderbolt!

The third golden lightning also fell. This lightning was almost the same as the second one, but it was more than ten times thicker, and its lethality suddenly increased to a terrifying level.

The Piaomiao Zhoutian Jade Box Array was almost unresisted, and it was torn into two halves, turning into broken energy fragments, and scattered.

Moreover, the power of the remaining lightning was not diminished, and it still bombarded Mo Yan without any obstacles. Many book-like patterns appeared on his soft armor, dissolving the remaining thunder.

He groaned and left the place with a flash. Even the remaining thunder energy still made him feel a numbness in his whole body.

"It seems that the lightning can only rely on his own cultivation to resist the next thunder and lightning." Mo Yan smiled bitterly, and then opened the folding fan, but still condensed his momentum. At this moment, he had no way out, only to fight for his own life.

The fourth thunder cloud is a strange green line. This thunder cloud constantly possesses the power of thunder and lightning. In the depths of the thunder cloud, there is also a very poison. The poison is almost everywhere. Once it hits any creature, it will be fatal.

Mo Yan chose a position at an angle of forty degrees from the green thunder clouds, and hugged Yuan Shuyi, ready to take action at any time. After being struck by lightning, even if he was injured, he would fly backwards and not fall into the water. It is the best angle.

thunderbolt!

At the moment when the strange green lightning struck, Mo Yan moved, his body changed and began to flash around. The magic tricks of the upper level of the heavenly level, the misty waves!

His movement speed is so fast that even if he is seen by Liu Feng, who is known for his speed, he will feel ashamed of himself. Although it is not enough to completely avoid lightning, it is enough to change the landing point of the lightning bombardment!

brush!

The lightning missed a blow and turned strangely in the air and flew towards him again. However, it was obvious that the lightning this time was slightly smaller and obviously consumed some energy.

However, at such a close distance, Mo Yan could no longer dodge. He shouted softly and opened the folding fan with a bang. The folding fan full of poetry and painting whirred, and it became a hundred times larger, turning into a huge barrier, blocking the lightning.

Lightning blew on the folding fan, making a crack, and layers of cracks appeared on the folding fan's bones. The magic weapon was damaged, and a flaw appeared in Mo Yan's mind. He groaned muffled, and a bloodshot spilled out of the corner of his mouth. This round was very dangerous and even injured him, but fortunately, he finally blocked the lightning at a relatively small price.

He recalled the folding fan with some distress. This folding fan was left to him by a senior in the Tribulation Period. Although it is only a low-grade Tribulation Period magic weapon, it is definitely more precious than any six-star magic weapon. This bone was even tempered with the ribs of the six-star demon emperor. Unexpectedly, it would be almost scrapped if it resisted the fourth thunder and lightning. The power of this thunder and lightning can be seen.

However, the battle was not over, and Mo Yan did not dare to relax at all. He sprayed a stream of his natal essence into the folding fan, trying to repair it, but the cracks on the folding fan remained the same, with no sign of repair, which made him feel a little discouraged.

At this time, the fifth thunder and lightning fell from the sky!

This was a blue lightning, which looked ordinary, but Mo Yan's eyes twitched slightly because he saw that in the center of the lightning, there was a trace of red lightning as thin as hair. This was a mixture of two lightnings!

A strong sense of crisis arose from his heart. He no longer cared about the danger of being injured and quickly summoned his own magic image!

But he saw that his demon master's Dharma appearance was very strange. It was actually a book boy holding a scripture in his hand. The scriptures in the book boy's hand were constantly changing. Every time he changed, it symbolized a truth, a rule, and had a sacred and undesecrated taste. This strange Dharma appearance was almost impossible even among human practitioners. It was really incredible to appear on him, a demon monk at this time, but it complemented each other with his face with a bit of bookish aura.

At the moment when the fifth mixed lightning was about to come, the Shu Chi-shu Faxiang quickly recited a string of scriptures from his mouth, and opened the book with a bang. At the same time, the folding fan in Mo Yan's hand also changed into a barrier again, blocking him.

boom!

The folding fan that resisted a small half of the thunder energy actually made a sound and was scrapped, while most of the remaining lightning was attracted by the scriptures in the hands of the book boy's Faxiang.

Puchi!

A stream of black smoke appeared from the scriptures, and Shutong's little face changed suddenly, as if he could not bear the power of thunder. In an instant, the changes in the scriptures in his hand decreased a lot, and the originally sacred light also dimmed a lot.

Mo Yan groaned, spit out a mouthful of blood, quickly took a few steps back, took out a healing pill, and threw it into his mouth.
Chapter completed!