Lin Xuan was no longer able to fight, lying down on the gravel, a pill slowly entered his mouth, turned into liquid, and flowed into his abdomen, the juice of the elixir slowly began to moisten the broken body, within the dantian, the spiritual power was exhausted, and it was able to support the operation of the Dao method, which was the limit. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And the ninth heavenly thunder was indeed the purest purple thunder, as thick as half a zhang, but from the moment it appeared, it carried an aura of destruction.

At this moment, because Lin Xuan made three shots, survived the sixth, seventh, and eighth thunder tribulations, and was supported by Lin Xuan's two drops of thousand-year-old spiritual milk and two healing pills that only Yuan Infant Monks have, the golden-headed silver-winged centipede was able to breathe until this moment, this is the last thunderstorm, if it can survive, it will be a success in the advancement, and the creation will be towering, if it fails, it will only be a pinch of loess in the future.

At this moment, Lin Xuan really didn't know why he felt a trace of pity in his heart inexplicably, and then he seemed to have a trace of doubt in his heart, this centipede demon beast seemed to be extremely extraordinary, but if it died under the thunder tribulation, wouldn't he be able to pick up the countless enviable corpses, the back armor, the thousand-legged claws, which were not extremely rare spiritual materials, but he was sent by the ghost, and his heart was softened by the scarlet eyes.

The final blow, success or failure, is all created by itself.

And the golden-headed silver-winged centipede, no longer roaring at this moment, and as if it was going to make a last fight, it also knew that if it resisted the last thunderstorm, then it would really ascend to the sky in one step.

Boom, a huge purple thunder pillar smashed down.

Bang, with a fierce blow, the golden-headed silver-winged centipede rushed under the thunder pillar, and with its golden head, it stubbornly withstood the bombardment of the purple thunder pillar.

Bang, bang.

Every time the thunder pillar bombards, it is a scorched smell, and the purple thunder arc that escapes directly scorches the body of the golden-headed silver-winged centipede, a carbon black color, and every time the thunder pillar bombards down, it is the skin and flesh.

The hundreds of eyes in the abdomen, this time, didn't even survive the next bombardment, they were all destroyed, hundreds of wounds, and blood sprayed out at the same time, Lin Xuan was a little panicked when he saw that scene.

The body trembled gently from the bombardment again.

At this moment, the golden-headed silver-winged centipede, as if it had run out of oil, the purple thunder and lightning were too powerful, and every blow was a deep wound, and the blood of the demon beast was about to run dry.

Bang.

The huge body fell to the ground with a bang, the head was thrown directly on the ground, a single eye, originally scarlet, but at the moment it was gloomy, it no longer had any ability to resist, and its body also exuded a purple arc jump, and the body was completely scorched by purple thunder and lightning.

The golden head has also been damaged, and it is extremely rare to be able to have a life left until now.

The scarlet eyes looked at Lin Xuan who was lying in the distance, and every thunder pillar bombarded its body again, it was a light tremble, you can imagine that the demon beast of dozens of zhang, the body of the body appeared a slight tremor at the same time, how powerful the thunder and lightning should be.

A trace of affection, a trace of unwillingness, those scarlet eyes stared at Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan sighed secretly, he had done his best, his physical body at the moment couldn't support him to perform any Dao magic again. "Moo"

A soft roar came from the centipede's body, as if the soul was shaking.

A moment later, the golden-headed silver-winged centipede, on its body, unexpectedly appeared one after another golden spiritual power, slowly condensing and forming.

Lin Xuan's eyes widened, thinking that he had seen it wrong, it was a golden spirit beast, that spirit beast was entrenched in a mountain gate, and the Buddha light loomed inside the mountain gate.

Lin Xuan finally knew why he felt a trace of pity for this golden-headed silver-winged centipede, it was entirely because there was a trace of blood in this demon object, this golden-headed silver-winged centipede, the ancient ancestor, turned out to be a gatekeeper centipede guarding the dojo, with a golden body and a body length of no more than a zhang, but with that golden head, golden wings, and golden body, how could Lin Xuan be wrong, and although the phantom was extremely faint, it was obvious that the power of this monster's bloodline was already extremely thin, if it weren't for the moment of life and death, it would not manifest the power of this ancient bloodline。

Lin Xuan struggled to get up, sat cross-legged, his face was like a jade crown, showing a hint of a smile, and his hand pinched the wisdom fist seal, for the first time, without anyone seeing it, reciting the Great Day Rulai Sutra, the Sanskrit sound burst, behind him, the glass Yingluo, the five wisdom crowns sprinkled with ten thousand golden lights.

The golden-headed silver-winged centipede, with one wide eye, looked at Lin Xuan, as if it was looking at something incredible, the purple thunderbolts bombarded its body, still trembling, but its gaze never moved at all, staring at Lin Xuan tightly. "Moo"

And as if sensed by Lin Xuan's chanting Buddha sound, the golden phantom in mid-air above the body of the golden-headed silver-winged centipede was actually alive and constantly twisting its body, as if it was about to come to life, it was a trace of blood power in the body of the golden-headed silver-winged centipede, which was actually stimulated by Lin Xuan's Buddha sound.

Although Lin Xuan didn't know which Bodhisattva the golden centipede in the golden shadow was or the doorkeeper spirit animal of the Buddha's dojo, but since it was the doorkeeper spirit beast of the Buddhist dojo, it was natural to know the Buddha's voice, although this trace of blood was extremely thin, but it was indeed passed down by the golden centipede. "I'm willing to accept you as a spirit beast, are you willing?" Lin Xuan looked at the golden-headed silver-winged centipede calmly at the moment, he knew that this centipede must be able to understand.

"Moo" let out a soft roar, but in the end, the golden-headed silver-winged centipede actually shook its huge head and refused Lin Xuan's request.

But the next moment, above the body of the demon beast, the breath became weaker and weaker, weaker and weaker, but it seemed to have a vitality, stronger and stronger, stronger and stronger.

Lin Xuan watched quietly, everything was fate. This golden-headed silver-winged centipede chose such a result, and Lin Xuan could only respect it.

When the last purple thundercloud dispersed, the golden-headed silver-winged centipede on the ground had no signs of life.

Lin Xuan sat quietly cross-legged, waiting.

An hour later, under the body of the golden-headed silver-winged centipede, there was a slight sound, Lin Xuan looked carefully, but it was a centipede that was less than half a zhang in size crawling out of that abdomen. Naked, but in the sky, the last trace of blood was quickly integrated into the body of the centipede, and then the little centipede underwent a great change, a pair of silver-winged wings, with a trace of gold, and the back armor, originally red, but with a layer of light silver, obviously this ancient trace of blood, so that it is more pure than the dead golden-headed silver-winged centipede, and the atavistic phenomenon is even worse.