As the purple delicate engraving became more and more, the red thunder above the void became more and more irritable.

It roared wildly, as if it was opposing the birth of this ungodly treasure.

"Boom!"

A huge thunderbolt like a sky-swallowing python slammed down and rushed straight to Zi Linglong's position.

The thunder and lightning that branched like branches, with the breath of destruction, crushed the violent Tyrant.

"Boom. ”

Seeing that the red divine thunder was about to fall on the top of Zi Linglong's head.

The pretty woman shouted, and the big storm that was suppressed suddenly ran up.

The boundless tongue of fire surging up, protecting Zi Linglong tightly and not pouring water.

"Boom!"

The red razer slammed into the raging flames.

A circle of shockwaves visible to the naked eye rippled away at great speed.

The breath of mad destruction, mixed with the immeasurable heat of the Great Storm, was like an autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and it blew over a huge area in an instant.

"Save ...... Help me. ”

A frightened female voice rang out.

A little maid was not far away, and there was a big man in a coma beside her.

It's the tower and the little maid.

In the face of the ripples that rushed at great speed, a monk of the level of the little girl could not resist it at all.

Demonic Xiao Chen didn't even look at it, just stared at the top of the Great Storm Yan.

Ever since the terrifying thunder sea appeared, a strange feeling had surged in his heart.

This sea of thunder seems to be alive.

"Save people, Sun thief. Seeing that the little maid was about to die, the human Xiao Chen desperately pulled the ears of the demonic Xiao Chen.

This girl is Zi Linglong's maid, and Zi Linglong is a cute friend.

In the future, Zi Linglong will marry a little cutie, this girl is a cute bed warmer baby, what a pity to hang up like this.

The magical brain circuit of human nature Xiao Chen has thought of the distant future.

Demonic Xiao Chen was too lazy to deal with this neurotic, and he had no intention of making a move.

In the eyes of the demonic Xiao Chen.

Life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky.

Death is considered unlucky, and chance is calculated.

"The Great. ”

Seeing that the human Xiao Chen was anxious like a monkey, pulling the ears of the demonic Xiao Chen, the Grim Reaper shouted with some distress.

"Do whatever you want. Demonic Xiao Chen slapped away the little hand of human Xiao Chen a little impatiently.

The Grim Reaper nodded, and with a wave of his hand, a black wave poured out, holding up the little girl and the tower not far away.

The tide of death emitted a faint black halo that protected the two of them.

"Thank you, sister. The little girl wiped her tears and kept thanking death.

It's also interesting, the god who controls death actually did the job of saving people at this moment.

The first divine thunder was blocked by the Great Storm Yan, and the sea of red clouds above the void churned more and more violently.

It seems to be a warning to the Tyrant Yan not to meddle with things.

"Boom!"

The second red divine thunder then fell, not giving the delicate woman time to breathe at all.

The delicate woman's face was a little ugly, and the power of this red void thunder tribulation was beyond her imagination.

The explosive energy contained in it is more than ten times that of an ordinary thunder tribulation.

"Linglong, stop quickly, let this dress resist the thunder tribulation by itself, I can only resist three divine thunders at most. ”

The delicate woman shouted, and the flames around her gathered wildly, forming a huge vortex of flames.

"Burning the world. ”

The huge whirlpool spun wildly, bringing a terrifying suction.

The red divine thunder was forcibly pulled out of the established orbit and blasted into the flame vortex.

"Vomit ......"

The terrifying energy directly made the delicate woman's blood spurt wildly.

"Thirty seven thousand eight hundred fifty-four...... Thirty seven thousand eight hundred fifty-five ......"

Zi Linglong was covered with sweat, and the whole person was like a demon, and her mouth kept muttering.

There are fewer and fewer "Jinluan Bao Lacquer" around her, but the weight of this dress is simply immeasurable.

The engraving of 10,000 catties seems to be impossible to fill it at all.

"Boom!"

Another thicker divine thunder blasted down.

The delicate woman fought hard to block this divine thunder.

But this is also her limit, at this moment her body is full of cracks, and her right eye is dripping with fiery red molten slurry.

"Run......

The pretty woman cried out like crazy.

This hysterical cry finally woke up Zi Linglong, who was about to go mad.

She looked up at the angry sea of clouds above her and smiled miserably.

Zi Linglong knew that this was the end of it.

"After all, I still don't have the ability to create a coveted artifact!"

"I'm afraid the next thunderstorm will have to be resisted by this clothes. ”

Generally speaking, the birth of a divine object must go through the baptism of thunder before it becomes perfect.

But the thunderstorm of the gods is different from the thunderstorm of the monks.

The thunder tribulation of the gods is very vicious, especially some anti-heaven gods, and their thunder tribulation is basically ruined.

If you just rely on the newly created artifact and resist it yourself, it is impossible to succeed at all.

Therefore, when a god is born, there will be a big dynasty and a big sect, and they will go all out to resist the thunder tribulation for the gods.

Without the baptism of thunder, the divine object will lose some of its divinity, but it is better than being wiped out.

But the thunder tribulation summoned by this dress has never been seen before, and the power is terrifying to the extreme, and it is not something that human power can resist at all.

Looking at the gently trembling clothes, Zi Linglong's eyes were full of tears.

Every work is her child, how can there be a reason for parents to watch their children go to death.

Zi Linglong suddenly gritted her teeth, and the remaining "Jinluan Treasure Paint" around her suddenly splashed on her clothes.

Zi Linglong used up her last spirit and frantically painted an extremely complex pattern.

The gray robe shone with a golden light at this moment, and the god was mighty.

And this move made the sea of red clouds above his head roar wildly.

The terrifying red razer, the crazy entanglement gathered together.

Razers screamed, twisted, shifted.

A thunderbolt god of war stood up from the churning sea of clouds.

Che was engulfed in the boundless red lightning.

No figures could be seen, no sounds could be heard, only deafening thunder.

"Boom la la ......"

In the void, it actually rained red.

Red thunder and lightning spread down along the heavy rain in a connected line, and the entire void was the sizzling sound that made people's scalps tingle.

"Way, you're going to go on your own. Zi Linglong looked at the robe and said softly.

"Babbling......" At this moment, the robe actually made a babbling sound like a baby.

The cuffs of the robe rippled up on their own, gently caressing Zi Linglong's face.

"He lived, he lived......"

Zi Linglong burst into tears, this freshly refined dress actually had its own consciousness.

"Go ......"

At this moment, the figure of the delicate woman suddenly appeared beside Zi Linglong and forcibly took her away from here.

"Thirty-seven thousand nine hundred eighty-seven. ”