Qiao Yun stumbled and almost fell to his knees unsteadily, but fortunately, his left leg supported his body hard. With {Meng} Xiao ◢.1a ignoring the pain from his right leg, Qiao Yun twisted his body and swept out with the Suhe spear in his right hand, and at the same time, the wind whirlwind in his left hand also burst out and blasted towards the middle-aged monk behind him.

The distance was so close, coupled with the amazing momentum that broke out under Qiao Yun's life and death crisis, even this middle-aged monk was unwilling to resist him, he instantly drew his gun, blocked Qiao Yun's Suhe gun, and at the same time his body quickly retreated, pointing at the bronze bell beside him, blocking the violent wind whirlwind.

Seeing that the middle-aged monk was forced back, Qiao Yun roared without hesitation, "Disperse the fog!"

In an instant, a large amount of white mist frantically dispersed from Qiao Yun's body, and in less than half a breath, it spread within a range of 100 meters, and these thick mist were still spreading wildly outward.

The middle-aged monk was slightly stunned, and the white mist spread for hundreds of meters, and he only felt that all he could see was endless mist, and it was difficult to see even a few meters, and his divine consciousness was also suppressed, and it was difficult to penetrate these thick fogs.

There was no trace of Qiao Yun for a while, and the middle-aged monk couldn't help frowning, if he had known that Qiao Yun still had this hand, he wouldn't have dodged at all just now, but directly shot to catch Qiao Yun.

However, even if he lost Qiao Yun's trace for the time being, the middle-aged monk was not too worried, he knew that Qiao Yun was already unable to move just now, and he couldn't escape too far, and this fog would disperse sooner or later, and Qiao Yun would have nowhere to hide at that time. In addition, if Qiao Yun wanted to escape with a flying magic weapon, it would inevitably cause a drastic change in a small area of fog, so that he could easily discover his whereabouts.

"Boy, don't hide it! you can't run away!" the middle-aged monk said loudly while controlling the bronze bell circling beside him to prevent Qiao Yun's sudden sneak attack.

Qiao Yun stood motionless not far from the middle-aged monk at the moment, looking at him coldly through the thick fog, and at the same time, his heart was racing to repair the injury on his right leg.

Qiao Yun also knew that he couldn't control the flying magic weapon to leave, if there was still a silver shuttle, Qiao Yun might try it, and now that the silver shuttle was taken away by the middle-aged monk, Qiao Yun only had a few pieces of the best flying magic weapon from Liang Xiuyuan, although the best flying magic weapon was also good, but compared with the pseudo-spirit weapon, there was still a gap, so Qiao Yun knew very well that even if he escaped by flying magic weapon, it would be difficult to escape the pursuit of this middle-aged monk.

Therefore, Qiao Yun had no intention of escaping at all, seeing that the middle-aged monk not far away shouted for a long time, and after striking the east and west a few times, and gradually walked in the direction away from him, a subtle killing intent flashed in Qiao Yun's eyes. Qiao Yun knew very well in his heart that if he fell into his hands today, he would definitely not be able to escape death, and only by killing him could he fight for a glimmer of life.

Silently, a jade bottle was taken out by Qiao Yun, and six high-grade Huayuan Dan were taken out of the jade bottle by Qiao Yun, and then thrown into his mouth.

After the six pure white Huayuan Dan entered his mouth, he instantly turned into medicine and flowed into Qiao Yun's abdomen, Qiao Yun didn't feel any abnormality at first, but he was confused, but he faintly felt that the Yuan Ji in his body was frantically compressed by an invisible force at the same time as these medicines liquefied, and with the compression, the light gold color originally covered by the Yuan Ji gradually became thicker.

Qiao Yun couldn't help but be overjoyed when he discovered this change in his body, but Qiao Yun didn't be happy for long, only after dozens of breaths, Qiao Yun felt that this compression began to slow down, and even Yuan Ji had a slight tendency to re-expand.

Qiao Yun didn't dare to slack off, knowing that he had to succeed at the first time, otherwise it would be much more difficult to marry Dan next time than the first time. Without hesitation, he brought out three jade bottles again, and then twelve high-grade Yuan Dan and two high-grade and ten medium-grade Shengyuan Dan quickly flew out of these two jade bottles and were swallowed by Qiao Yun into his mouth.

With the continued blessing of the twelve Yuan Pills, the Yuan Ji in Qiao Yun's body began to compress again, and the twelve Shengyuan Dan instantly turned into majestic spiritual power, surrounding the Yuan Ji, while being absorbed by the Yuan Ji, it also assisted the compression of the Yuan Base, making the compression speed increase instantly, and in just a few dozen breaths, the Yuan Ji in Qiao Yun's body shrank by more than half compared to the original, and the gold on it became brighter and brighter.

At this time, above the land shrouded in dense fog, the wind and clouds changed, and large dark clouds appeared silently from all directions, covering the sky and the sun in the blink of an eye, covering a radius of hundreds of miles. And in this black oppressive dark cloud, there are pale golden lightning flashes shuttling back and forth in it, as if accumulating some kind of power, waiting for an opportunity to explode.

The middle-aged monk who was looking for Qiao Yun in the dense fog suddenly felt the light around him dim, and he was a little surprised in his heart, he looked up at the sky, but his eyes were blocked by the thick fog, and he couldn't see the specifics clearly, but he faintly felt that something seemed to be wrong in his heart, and a thought began to spin in his mind, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Seeing that the speed of Yuanji's compression slowed down again, Qiao Yun did not hesitate to take out a large amount of Huayuan Dan and Shengyuan Dan from the storage bag and swallowed them, under the crazy impetus of these medicinal powers, the Yuanji in Qiao Yun's body became smaller and smaller, and the golden color became more and more dazzling, and even had a tendency to come out of the body.

In an instant, a drop of golden liquid was generated from Qiao Yun's compressed to the extreme Yuan Ji, and when this drop of golden liquid was generated, a dazzling golden glow erupted, which passed through Qiao Yun's body, overflowed Qiao Yun's skin, and reflected Qiao Yun's abdomen in a golden color, even a thick mist could not cover this golden ray.

At this moment of golden light, the middle-aged monk suddenly turned his head and looked at the place where Qiao Yun was, and his eyes showed a look of shock, and he muttered in disbelief, "He... He's married here?"

And just as the middle-aged monk whispered, a golden lightning bolt instantly rushed out from the black oppressive dark clouds, heading straight for the golden light in the dense fog below.

Qiao Yun suddenly looked up at the sky, looked at a bolt of lightning the thickness of chopsticks rushing towards him, and then slapped the storage bag on his waist, and quickly sacrificed a medium-grade defensive magic weapon in front of him.

"Boom!"

The lightning slashed on the defensive magic weapon, this defense collapsed in an instant, and it was impossible to stop the lightning at all, and the rest of the electric light fell on Qiao Yun's body without any pause, making Qiao Yun feel a tingle all over his body, as if these electric lights were crazy into his body along the pores around him, constantly bombarding his own Yuan Ji and that drop of golden liquid, baptizing it.

As soon as this thought came out of the middle-aged monk's heart, he immediately waved the spear in his hand and went straight to the golden light, wanting to kill Qiao Yun on the spot when he was knotting the pill, as for the little black Jiao, he estimated that most of them could be found from the spirit beast bag on Qiao Yun's waist.

Qiao Yun had already noticed it as soon as the middle-aged monk left, and his body quickly exploded backwards, and at the same time, more than a dozen Hua Yuan Dan and Sheng Yuan Dan were taken out by Qiao Yun, and after swallowing them, they assisted in the transformation of the Yuan base in his body.

Drop after drop of golden liquid continued to overflow from Qiao Yun's frantically compressed Yuan Ji, and in the blink of an eye, it converged into a small piece of golden liquid, suspended in the lower dantian in Qiao Yun's body.

"Boy, suffer death!" The middle-aged monk shouted loudly while rushing towards Qiao Yun, and the spear in his hand flew out, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to exceed a distance of more than ten zhang and stab into the golden light where Qiao Yun was.

And at this moment, the sky flashed with golden light again, and eight bolts of lightning the thickness of chopsticks actually fell from eight directions in no particular order, slashing towards Qiao Yun in the golden mang.

When he saw these eight lightning bolts, Qiao Yun was not surprised, the previous lightning did not cause any harm to Qiao Yun at all, but made Qiao Yun feel that this lightning was of great benefit to him and could help him get married.

So, Qiao Yun didn't sacrifice any defensive magic weapon this time, but jumped up and faced the eight lightning bolts that were split, wanting these eight lightning bolts to baptize the Yuan Ji in his body as soon as possible, and wishing himself a helping hand.

The middle-aged monk looked at Jin Mang who rushed into the air in the thick fog in a daze, he couldn't believe that there were still people who did not resist the Jindan Thunder Tribulation, but rushed up against the Thunder Tribulation, and these were secondary, what shocked him the most was Qiao Yun's Thunder Tribulation, the general Jindan Thunder Tribulation was split one by one, a total of nine, and Qiao Yun's Thunder Tribulation after the eight Dao was actually split together, which was really unheard of.

Under the power of these eight thunder tribulations, even the middle-aged monk Jin Dan's early fourth-layer cultivation did not dare to approach easily, and hurriedly stopped his body rushing forward, retreated backwards, and protected his body with a bronze bell.

And Qiao Yun in mid-air collided with the eight lightning bolts at this time, "boom", Qiao Yun's whole body trembled, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person was instantly bombarded to the ground, knocking the earth out of a deep pit, and the pit was filled with smoke and dust for a while, and even the white mist dispersed a little under this impact.

Qiao Yun in the pit spit out a mouthful of blood again, only to feel that under the bombardment of these eight lightning bolts, the bones of his whole body were about to be scorched, and when he looked down, he found that his body was scorched black, and there were many places that were hit to the flesh, but fortunately, under the bombardment of this lightning, Qiao Yun felt that there was a lot more golden liquid in his body, and the transformation speed of Yuan Ji was also a little faster.

The middle-aged monk in the distance saw the scene of the golden mangs landing in mid-air, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly, he thought that Qiao Yun was something different from ordinary people before, but now he realized that this Qiao Yun was just a stunned young man, and he actually dared to rush towards the thunder tribulation regardless of life or death!

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