"Click......

A dazzling silver lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the dim night sky transparently, and the heavy clouds were piled up, like a giant python that wanted to choose people to devour, and the silver lightning with the thickness of the thumb was the snake letter it poked out, extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye, it had reached the top of Song Qingmu's head, accompanied by a loud bang, the eardrum hurt, and the body seemed to burst.

The power of the Heavenly Dao is irresistible, that kind of coercion makes the monk feel very small, and he is powerless to fight at all, so he can only surrender obediently, but Song Qingmu was not suppressed by this momentum, he raised his head to the sky, looked at the sky, and directly threw a punch, and the rich purple fire condensed into a dazzling ball of light, colliding with silver lightning, and in an instant, the wave of Yuan Force gushed out, as if it spread around, and everywhere he went, the boulder instantly shattered, the dust flew, covering the sky and the sun, it really seemed that the end of the world was about to come.

Wu Yi sacrificed the golden tripod for the first time, scattering thousands of misty golden light, isolating this terrifying impact, and the scorching stone also sacrificed a piece of colorful divine feathers, which seemed to be suspended lightly in mid-air, but it was as solid as a rock, and the strong qi wave could not shake a single bit, and soon it was like flowing water, slipping away from both sides, very magical.

"Ahem...... cough cough ...... "Song Qingmu faced the thunder bombardment for the first time, his knees were all sunk under the ground, his hair stood on end, and white smoke was emitting from it, and the dantian was even more Yuan Li scurrying, raging and galloping, spewing out several mouthfuls of essence blood one after another, barely able to breathe, and couldn't help but bend down and cough violently.

According to my inference, the triple heavenly punishment will come three times, the first time, and then it will multiply, and you must adjust your state immediately. Wu Yi condensed and observed the changes in the sky, the clouds had not dispersed, they were still brewing, and the silver lightning was like a dragon, interspersed vertically and horizontally, obviously not over, and immediately reminded.

Song Qingmu wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, gasped and said, "I can hold on, but this taste is too uncomfortable, you have experience before, is there any other way?"

"The heavenly punishment is aimed at you alone, there is no place to hide, you can only resist, I don't have a good way, but the mentality of passively being beaten and actively counterattacking is different, maybe it will make you feel better, and the heavenly thunder passes through the body, containing infinite power, you must absorb it as much as possible, which will be of great benefit to your future cultivation." Wu Yi passed on his experience to him without reservation, as long as he identified this brother, even if he poured out his heart and lungs, he would never be ambiguous, this was the case in Huaxia, and even more so in the Tian Yuan Continent, this would never change.

Sure enough, as Wu Yi expected, in just a few tens of seconds, the second wave of attacks had already roared, this time it was two bolts of lightning, both the thickness of a thumb, and then condensed into one in mid-air, the power increase was far more than doubled, and the shining arc rubbed against the air, and began to burn violently, illuminating the dim sky again.

"What the eldest brother said makes sense, you can't dodge it horizontally and vertically, fight!" Song Qingmu jumped up suddenly, took the initiative to meet the lightning, the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and the rich purple fire yuan power gathered above his head, like a crystal, the spirit flowed, and the breath was extraordinary.

"Fang Cuntai's technique of controlling the purple fire is really outstanding in the Tian Yuan Continent, and it can actually condense the Yuan Force like a spiritual weapon, which is an eye-opener today. Wu Yi sighed on the side, Song Qingmu didn't have an artifact around him, but this crystal long sword condensed by the purple fire yuan power had a breath that was not weaker than the evil blade at all, and even the surrounding space was a little distorted, producing a terrifying devouring force.

"Bell ......"

The tip of the needle against Mai Mang, it was another hard-hitting attack, Song Qingmu's lack of combat experience had no effect at all at this time, because in the face of heavenly punishment, any skill was redundant, and he had to fight with all his might, so his stupid method has become the most effective and suitable tactic now.

Without any accident, he fell to the ground again, directly smashed out a big pit, his body was scorched black as carbon, his clothes were also bombarded, extremely embarrassed, only those eyes, blazing, bright as stars, with incomparable confidence and perseverance, quickly got up from the dust, waved his hands again and again, and quickly ran the Yuan Force, and at the same time there were words in his mouth, as if he was reciting an ancient poem.

Soon there was a gust of hot wind blowing on the ground, without the slightest fluctuation of Yuan force, which seemed a little weird, and at the same time, his body began to change sharply, and a pair of cyan wings were born on his back, and the wings were flattened, and they were nearly ten meters long.

In addition to the body, the face is also changing dramatically, the cheekbones are high, a curved beak is born on the forehead, as bright as pure gold, radiant, the eyes have become indifferent, sharp, faintly crimson light flickering, staring at the piled clouds, ready to attack.

"Could it be that this is the Qingluan Beast Body? Doesn't it mean that the golden bloodline inherited from his generation has become extremely thin and almost extinct? How can it be possible to conjure up the body of a divine beast?" Wu Yi looked at Song Qingmu, who was half human and half beast, and said in surprise, at this moment, even he felt a heavy pressure, and the golden blood veins in his body were circulating at an accelerated pace, almost out of his control.

This is an instinctive reaction, at this moment, Song Qingmu can already pose a threat to him, even a fatal threat, so the golden bloodline will be ready to move, this scene has appeared in the 100,000 mountains, but at that time, he was destroyed by Ao Yongchun only one breath, and only then did he transform, but he didn't expect this kid to be bombarded by the thunder twice, and he had already done it.

"I'm rubbing, this is too unfair!"

Now it was Wu Yi's turn to sigh like this, and the Burning Stone showed an unbelievable expression, Qingluan Fire Phoenix, but the ancient divine beast, has already disappeared for thousands of years, but at this moment, Song Qingmu actually conjured up the body of the Qingluan Beast, which is clearly the precursor of the revival of the bloodline, which is about to be reborn, that is the ultimate goal of Fenglai Pavilion, even the Burning Sky is also tirelessly searching, if he can really go that far, he can transform all the bloodlines in his body into golden bloodlines, with earth-shattering power, he can crisscross all directions, and shock the world.

Judging from the vision at this moment, he definitely has this potential, and life is really full of infinite possibilities.