Seeing that the last thunder was about to fall, Rong Zhihao closed his eyes in despair, he didn't dare to look at his son, he didn't dare to see his son's eyes full of death again.

"Enron, live well, the road ahead can only rely on yourself, believe in Dad, Dad will come to you...... Farewell, son ......" Rong Zhihao said goodbye to his son silently in his heart, he didn't make a sound, but even if he wanted to make a sound, it was impossible at all, because at this moment, his figure was already invisible, so illusory, and he couldn't make any sound at all.

Above Rong Zhihao's head, a low and terrifying "rumble" sound kept ringing, brewing a devastating blow to Rong Zhihao.

"Farewell, my homeland, farewell, my motherland, farewell, my ancestral star ......"

In the distant Zhongzhou, Gan Xianqi stood up suddenly in front of the two chiefs, staring at the south deadly......

As if they hadn't seen Gan Xianqi's gaffe, the two chiefs looked at each other in astonishment, followed by Gan Xianqi's gaze to the south......

"Mr. Rong--" The bigwigs of various departments looked at the south in surprise, and a trace of sadness suddenly rose in their hearts: Mr. Rong, what's wrong with him?

They knew that this must have something to do with Rong Zhihao, because, in front of everyone's eyes, it seemed that Rong Zhihao's faint phantom suddenly appeared, and in their ears, there seemed to be a faint voice: "Farewell--my relatives ......"

At this moment, all the Qinglong team members' eyes were full of tears: "Mr. Rong......" They silently read this title in their hearts......

On the land of China, in the hearts of all kind-hearted people, an inexplicable sadness also rose at the same time......

"Oh my God—"

"Amitabha--"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable--"

"God willing--"

People of different faiths pray differently from the bottom of their hearts......

Rong Zhihao, who only heard the low and muffled sound of "rumbling", but had not felt the thunder tribulation for a long time, slowly opened his eyes......

"This ...... What's going on......"

The sky is in chaos......

In the pitch-black clouds, countless lightsabers of all sizes suddenly appeared, disrupting and dispersing the clouds, and the clouds were stubbornly reunited and recovered in the chaos again and again......

"Haoran righteousness?" Tomiohara was stunned.

Rong Zhihao is just a cultivator of the First Tribulation, where did he get so much Haoran righteousness? Don't look at these lightsabers, big and small, they can be powerful Haoran righteousness.

"It's the government!" Tomiohara sensed it, and knew where this righteous spirit came from.

"This ......"

Just figured it out, Fuhara Ping was shocked again......

A halo of light that was 100 or 1,000 times more brilliant than the South Aurora suddenly rose into the air, enveloping all the inky clouds......

As a result, the combination of the clouds that had been torn apart by the righteousness began to slow down, and finally, the inky clouds slowly turned dark gray, and they were still slowly fading......

In the colorful and intense halo, there are also calls, bursts of Buddha horns, and prayers......

"Faith?!"

Fuhara didn't understand why a little cultivator had so many pure beliefs after cultivating for such a short time.

Could it be that someone gave him an immortal monument and erected an immortal shrine?

So what's going on?

He couldn't help but glance at Rong Anran beside him: Father is still like this, the little junior brother who is favored by the master, isn't that going to turn the sky upside down? No, it's another day, it's a change of space!

The way of heaven cannot be violated, and the catastrophe is unpredictable!

What Rong Zhihao's Heavenly Tribulation was, even the Great Venerable's Fuyuan Ping didn't know, even if he released his divine sense, it was impossible to know it very clearly, even the Lord Gong Chaoyi, the master of this universe, couldn't know, they relied on speculation, estimates, and experience.

Looking at the fading clouds, Fu Yuanping's heart slowly reassured: It's okay this time, this time, Uncle Shi can survive this catastrophe......

Fu Yuanping didn't know, but Rong Zhihao himself knew, he could see it, and he could feel the power of the Heavenly Tribulation against him.

The catastrophe is a lot weaker, but now I still can't get over it, and at this moment, I am too weak and too weak, just like a thin piece of ice, facing a raging fire.

The clouds are fading, and the thunder robbery is also revealing the true face of Lushan in Rong Zhihao's eyes.

The white and shiny electric fire, hidden deep in the thunderclouds, slowly approached Rong Zhihao.

Yes, slowly, not all at once.

It locks Rong Zhihao tightly, preventing Rong Zhihao's soul from escaping a little, which is to completely annihilate Rong Zhihao.

Doesn't it mean that the Heavenly Tribulation only cleanses the body and soul of cultivators? Doesn't it say that Heaven wants more cultivators to attain enlightenment?

Why? Why is his Heavenly Tribulation so powerful? The Lord shouldn't lie to himself......

Near, closer......

Rong Zhihao's own soul drifted away when the time came, he really wanted to look back at his son, but he was unwilling, he was unwilling to be scattered like this, he wanted to keep a trace of obsession with the rock-like heart of a cultivator, keep a trace of clarity, he hoped that after the thunderstorm, he could still leave a trace of a little thought, as long as he could see his son, even if he saw it occasionally, or even occasionally remembered......

Close, close, Rong Zhihao already felt its heat, felt the numbness, itching, soreness, dizziness, pain, and indescribable feeling he brought, he wanted to scream, but he couldn't.

It's hard, it's only a struggle, son......

He didn't know what he wanted to say to his son, and he didn't have time to think about what to say to his son, his son was his concern, but his son had Tomiohara by his side, and he could rest assured.

The only thing he could do now was to give himself a chance to leave a little bit of divine thought, but this was undoubtedly a delusional death throes.

In life, there may be a lot of entanglements and helplessness, but life cannot leave regrets.

Tangled and helpless, that's my own efforts, but I really can't do it, that's called regret, but regret, it means giving up, it means giving up halfway!

No, I can't leave regrets, even if my soul is gone, and before that, I am making a final effort, even if my soul is gone, even if I set an example for my son in the end......

Ziyang Dan didn't have much effect, but Rong Zhihao still struggled to send a few pills into his mouth with difficulty, he didn't know the number, he couldn't care about this anymore, he only knew that there were more than last time.

Then, collect your mind and keep a point in the sea of divine consciousness, which is where your divine thoughts are.

Everything that should be done has been done, and now the only thing that is unknown is the Heavenly Tribulation and the Colorful Xia Yi sent by the Lord, I hope that the Heavenly Tribulation can be a little smaller, I hope that the defense of the colorful Xia Yi is a little bigger, and I hope that the Tribulation Cloud will dissipate a little more.

But......

In the sky, the lightsaber generated by the bright righteous qi was slowly fading, and it was disappearing.

Around the clouds, all kinds of calls, lawsuits, and prayers gradually became inaudible......

Is that the end of it?

Rong Zhihao was ready to scatter, but at this moment, he was calm, his mood was transparent, and a slight smile appeared on his invisible phantom face......

In this life, I have no regrets, I have got the answers I want to know the most, I have embarked on the path I want to take, and I and my son have inherited everything I have......

Come on--

Rong Zhihao didn't look at his son again, he knew that his son was staring at him without blinking, and he wanted to leave his son his own persistence, his own beliefs, and his own fighting spirit.

Come on--

Rong Zhihao used his illusory eyes to stare at the thunder tribulation ball of light that was approaching him step by step.

Unspeakable pain, unspeakable discomfort, unspeakable torture, Rong Zhihao's face has not changed, and there has always been a faint smile on his face......

The phantom of the physical body is getting weaker and fainter, and the divine mind is getting weaker and weaker......

Farewell, my son, from now on, everything is up to you......

Rong Zhihao knows that no matter how he insists, the result will be scattered, and the result will be the same, but for the sake of his son, he wants to set an example for his son, no matter whether his son can see it or not, whether he can feel it or not, he has to do it.

"Daddy--Daddy......" Tears like rain kept sliding down Rong Anran's face and condensed into ice on his chest, but he didn't make a sound, only called over and over again in his heart......

"Son, take care of yourself and go ......"

Rong Zhihao suddenly felt that he had a lot to say to his son, but he couldn't say it anymore, he felt that his divine consciousness was about to lose its master, and he immediately couldn't control his divine sense.

He really wanted to tell his son not to leave knots in his heart, such as: go see his mother, repay her, give her a physical reward...... Help my father go see Uncle Huai...... Go and see the teacher who once taught even word by word...... These are all heart knots, and they must be removed, otherwise, it will affect the heavenly tribulation...... But he no longer has the ability to tell his son......

Ay......

It was a bloody sigh, although there was no sound, Rong Anran knew that there were too many things in this sigh, the strongest of which was reluctance to his son......

The Thunder Tribulation suddenly shook, and it seemed to sense the sigh in Rong Zhihao's heart......

Oh no, certainly not, because, the way of heaven is merciless!

Rong Zhihao barely gathered the last trace of divine sense......

"This ......" Rong Zhihao was speechless: "What is this? This is not the aurora, how can there be such a ...... in Antarctica?"

"Meritorious Golden Light ......" Even Tomiohara, who was well-informed and had lived for an unknown number of years, felt extremely stunned: "How can this be?"

That is the merit of heaven and earth, the affirmation and gratitude of the contribution of this piece of heaven and this land of China to Rong Zhihao, where did Uncle Shi get so much merit?

Fu Yuanping knew that he had also bathed in the golden light of merit, and he was far stronger than this, but when did he be? When he became the superstar master, he only had the golden light of merit, although it was a thousand times stronger than Rong Zhihao's golden light of merit, but who was Rong Zhihao? He was just a small cultivator on the ancestral star, and he had achieved the great star lord and dominated a galaxy, so he could give himself merit with a galaxy.

Fuhara Ping really doesn't understand why Rong Zhihao would enjoy the golden light of merit in the first tribulation of transcending the five elements and entering the yin and yang body: what kind of father and son is this?

Of course, Rong Anran noticed the golden light rising from all sides, but he thought it was a precursor to his father's spirit about to dissipate: "Dad......"

The golden light of merit is not as sharp as Haoran righteousness, nor is it as grand as faith, but it is tightly locked in the thunder tribulation and envelops all the tribulation clouds in the sky......

"What the hell is going on? Is this the power of merit?"

Rong Zhihao had read the information of the Venerable Lord and knew what the power of merit looked like, but he was a little skeptical, because the information said that when he created the planet, especially when he created life, heaven and earth would repay his merits, but what was going on?

Isn't that merit? So what is it?

No, I have to keep it, my soul can't sleep, let alone dissipate, I have to find a way to tell Enron all this.

It's a matter of thinking about it, and it's a matter of whether you can do it.

Rong Zhihao saw hope, he knew that no matter what the golden light was, it would be good for him, he felt that as long as he kept it, he would be able to survive this calamity, this difficulty, complete the detachment, and complete the five elements of yin and yang, but he was exhausted, he had come to the end of his life, and he couldn't keep it even if it was just a trace of divine thought......

"Hey......"

This sigh contains how much helplessness and unwillingness Rong Zhihao has: Is he falling at the moment of seeing the dawn?

This is the last resort......

It's time to sleep, it's time to get a good night's sleep, whether you succeed or not, it has nothing to do with you, you really can't keep it, even if it's another minute, a second......