Gaze.

Until Sanniang disappeared.

In the palace, the green-faced and fanged Tushanjun soared into the sky.

Look up at the stars.

There was a roar from the starless and moonless depths.

It is the war drum of the wilderness and the gaze of heaven and earth.

The purple air came three thousand miles from the east and formed rolling thunderclouds, covering the clear sky for thousands of miles.

It's like turning a river upside down and twisting a whirlpool, turning it upside down.

For a moment, the turbid waves were emptied, and the turbid air swept from the center of the vortex to the surroundings. The clean air rose rapidly and merged into the purple thunder clouds. The colliding thunder arcs turned into lightning, and these countless wisps of spiritual power were visible or invisible.

The pressure locked onto the tall figure walking through the air at the same time.

The man's whole body seemed to turn into a vacuum in an instant.

It's like being shrouded in hell.

The purple sea of ​​thunder hung upside down and rippled in the sky.

The blooming light made the entire boat sink into a sea of ​​wisteria.

The figure standing on the top of the huge palace took off the gourd from his waist, drank heavily, and wiped the corners of his mouth: "The thunder calamity of the Venerable is indeed what I thought. Unfortunately, I am not ready yet."

While speaking, he checked his own magic power. Not only was he not prepared, Sanniang's cultivation was not what he expected.

Things are like this, and there is no surefire solution.

Look at the thunder tribulation in the sky.

It won't be broken down for a while.

The figures on the huge palace stood motionless.

However, the creatures on the Huafang Island are not so calm and calm.

Whether it was snakes, insects, rats, ants, or birds and beasts, the moment the thundercloud first appeared, it was like feeling God's will like a knife, and he quickly packed up his bags and ran away.

That's right, escape.

This is true even for weak creatures, let alone monks.

The moment before they feel the coming of the brilliant power of heaven, all monks have an ominous premonition of a calamity looming over their heads. That kind of feeling that is imprinted in the heart cannot be faked, even Qi practitioners can feel it.

The expressions of those monks who had survived the disaster changed drastically.

as expected.

When I looked up, I saw the Thunder Prison!

"escape!"

I don't know who shouted this.

I saw eight hundred miles of the Han River, full of chaos.

The building, boat, and boat even raised their formations, lit the furnace, and drove them away from the island.

for a time,

Hundreds of boats compete for the current, and thousands of sails cross the river.

Sanniang was also mixed in with the running crowd, and it took only a moment to reach the bank of the Han River. The monks watching the excitement on the bank were heart-beating, but they didn't know what was going on. They just felt that something big must have happened, otherwise

Such a riot would not happen.

People who didn't know the truth saw it and thought it was monks attacking the city, or a tide of wild beasts ushering in.

The soldiers guarding the place thousands of miles away also discovered something strange here.

The guard who was retreating in the mansion suddenly realized that an idea came to him, and a catastrophe was coming.

Rush to the watchtower.

The watchtower is a tall building built in the city. It is guarded by witnessing monks and is lined with puppet soldiers who use shadow stones to observe. Of course, such a building is much higher than the attic corridors in the surrounding cities, and it is also the place with the widest view.

.

The guard who climbed up to the watchtower cast his Dharma Eyes.

When the divine light burst out, I felt submerged in the ocean of purple lightning arcs, and my eyes were stung with pain.

He couldn't help but cover his eyes and shouted: "Thunder Tribulation?!"

Even though he was in the late stage of Jindan cultivation, his eyes were still stung by the power of heaven. One can imagine what kind of cultivation the person who has overcome the tribulation must have.

He has never seen such a thunder disaster.

Ordinary monks would have to cross a boundary even if they were in the city. How could they swagger into the city with such arrogance? They would be in a private place and would not be covered by a large formation. Otherwise, Tianji City would probably have to help them overcome the tribulation.

The person carried it down.

"Who is it?"

The guard crushed the token without hesitation to transmit the message.

…

Tianji City.

Government office.

The old man sitting cross-legged at his desk frowned.

As the person in charge of Tianji City, that is, one of the deputy city lords, he is well aware of all the goings-on in Tianji City.

When a monk's Yin Shen Yang Shen cultivation is strong, it is very easy to accept and handle chores with his spiritual consciousness.

After all, there are usually no major changes, and he is enough to cope with everything.

There is no need for the city lord to come forward at all.

The old man stood up, the hem of his simple blue and gray robe rippled, and his magic power was concentrated in his palms and poured into the square platform in front of him. The square platform suddenly turned into the shape of a big city. As the world shrank, a vague figure appeared in front of the old man and bowed.

Said: "Deputy City Lord."

"Tianji, what happened."

It was unclear whether the blurry figures were male or female, and even the voice had an indistinguishable magnetism: "The Venerable Thunder Tribulation has appeared in the Han River boundary. It is initially judged that a powerful monk is waiting."

"Thunder Tribulation?"

"The Venerable Thunder Tribulation."

The old man with white hair and beard firmly believed in the words of the figure in front of him. He gently waved his hand and said: "Please take a trip, Prime Minister Wu, Deputy City Lord Jiang."

…

"Oh, someone has escaped the tribulation."

The middle-aged man who received the order showed curiosity.

Whenever such a trivial matter requires him to go, the Prime Minister also asked him to bring one or two troops from the Department of Forbidden Laws.

You must know that Tianji City’s Forbidden Law Department is an important weapon, and most of the monks among them are mainly engaged in killing, and every one of them is a high-level cultivator who can establish a sect.

"Since what the Prime Minister said, there must be truth to it."

The middle-aged man's eyes, which seemed to be permanently closed, moved slightly, and then he took off the token from his waist: "Forbidden Law Department, follow me..."

"Here."

A deep sound came from the token.

Boom.

There was a vibration in the distance, and seven huge spiritual boats took off into the sky.

The middle-aged man wearing a brilliant green gold robe stepped into the air with one step, and the world seemed to have been stepped on by him.

Take one step forward, and thousands of rivers and mountains will crawl under your feet.

The huge spiritual boat hidden in the gaps between the clouds emerged from the mask of light,

At the moment when the middle-aged man disappeared, the spirit boat burst into flames and turned into a shooting star chasing the light.

A few moments.

Beyond the boundaries of the Han River.

Seven spiritual boats slowly sank from the sky in a large formation accompanied by roars.

Even though the night sky was so turbid, it still couldn't stop the shocking behemoth from sinking. It was like a sail that shielded the people from the wind and rain at the end of the far sea, blocking thousands of waves for the panicked people.

On the spirit boat.

The young man holding his shoulders looked forward and said with a smile: "What kind of battle is it? Even the Forbidden Law Department and I are dispatched."

Another tall monk said in a deep voice: "Seven spiritual boats, three leaders."
To be continued...