Lu Muzhi thought that he was going to face a flanking attack, but Lu Qi blocked in front of Zu Gong. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zu Gong looked at Lu Qi's eyes full of pain and entanglement, and he was reluctant to do it.

"After all, I'll have to do it myself. Yi Susu sighed, and with a sword in his hand, he pointed straight at Chongxiao.

Above the heavy sky, a black cloud pressed down, so thick that it seemed to be an indissolvable ink mass, and the air became damp and boring, making people's minds a little difficult to calm down, and even breathing was not smooth, and every breath seemed to tear the lung lobes as hard to endure.

Yi Susu is a master of Star Island, but what Yi Susu is best at is Leifa.

Thunder is a very common type of Taoism, because thunder is masculine and strong, and it is still above the fire.

Common thunder methods, such as palm thunder, are simple and easy to control, but there are very few thunder masters in the world.

Because thunder is masculine and strong, it is also difficult to be controlled.

Yi Susu is one of the Thunder Masters, although he has only barely entered this rank in recent years, but the Nine Heavens God Thunder Ride that he comprehends is very violent.

Thunder is a divine thunder from the nine heavens, not those gods in the heavenly realm who claim to be immortals, but the supreme god of the natural laws of heaven and earth who can ignore everything.

This kind of thunder is very difficult to stop, because once it is struck, then the Heaven and Earth Dao Essence contained in it will cause your true qi to run and your physical body to be destroyed.

If it was just a thunderbolt, then it could be easily dodged, but the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Control was a dense bombardment - under the black clouds, there were all places where the divine thunder could bombard.

The Nine Heavens God Thunder Master had only appeared once before, and that was more than a year ago when Yi Susu led his disciples in the west to fight the people of Mingsha Mountain to grab a sesame grass.

As soon as Yi Su Su Jiuxiao Divine Thunder came out, more than half of the disciples of Mingsha Mountain were killed and injured, and even the elders of Mingsha Mountain, who were carrying it hard, were also hacked to death.

Lu Muzhi didn't expect that the second appearance of the Nine Heavens God Thunder Control was to take advantage of himself.

Fortunately, Yi Susu didn't mean to bombard the entire area with the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, probably because she didn't dare, or she didn't have that much energy—any spell, any move was consumed, whether it was true qi or energy.

The more powerful the spell, the more energy it consumes, and no one in this world can run any spell without any burden.

Lu Muzhi didn't have time to think too much, he had to knock down Yi Susu before the lightning struck down, or try to protect himself.

Lu Muzhi waved his sleeves and unfolded the hexagram again, and the hexagram is not just a hexagram that traps people.

Liuhe is a world.

A closed world has the least loss of his body, so Lu Muzhi completely closed Su Cuo and completely closed himself before.

But that can only exert a small part of the power of the hexagram, and the real power of the hexagram is a completely open world.

A light blue scroll slowly unfolded with Lu Muzhi's wave of sleeves, engulfing Lu Muzhi in the middle.

The scroll formed a vast expanse of land, while a starry sky covered the vast and barren land.

Heaven and earth have been formed, a canopy has appeared under the heavenly dome, and tree roots have appeared on the earth, and the two reflect each other, spreading to each other, and merging into one in the center of heaven and earth, forming the only big tree between heaven and earth, a big tree that goes straight to the top of the sky and goes straight to the earth.

The trees have been born, the barren land has begun to be covered with red, red, green and green flowers and plants, the spring water has begun to flow, the mountain peaks have begun to rise, the rivers have begun to sink, the earth is no longer flat and monotonous, and the rugged ups and downs and the wind and posture have blended together, making the earth majestic.

The sun began to rise in the east and set in the west, the moon began to wax and wane, the stars began to go their own way, the clouds began to coalesce, the wind began to howl, and the sky became peaceful and distant.

Beasts began to be born, birds began to be born, swimming fish began to be born, unicorns running in the mountains and forests, phoenixes soaring in the sky, dragons roaming the four seas were the first to be born, and then more and more flying beasts, recorded in historical materials, not recorded in historical materials, in an instant all over the land.

The people finally appeared, and they began to be just food for the ferocious beasts, so they reunited and lived a hard life, living a life of wool and blood.

Time passed, human beings were born and died, and they came back to life, I don't know how many generations have passed, and finally someone has learned to use fire, so the flames illuminate the whole world, and human beings have begun to develop rapidly, and any beasts of prey are no longer their opponents, but they are still powerless in the face of those creatures that were originally born in heaven and earth.

Human beings surrender to such miraculous gods, and they worship heaven and earth in fear, worship dragons and phoenixes, and regard them as the auspicious fortune of heaven and earth. All this lasted for countless years, and finally someone mastered the use of heaven and earth aura, so the monks appeared, and they began to go into the clouds to capture the phoenix and go to the sea to slay the dragon......

This illusory but complete little world is getting brighter and brighter......

Until from above the nine heavens, a dense purple divine thunder suddenly bombarded down.

With the deafening thunder of "boom", the earth of this world began to shake and the sea began to roll.

Purple divine thunder struck the mountains, and the towering mountains began to crumble, and every rock that rolled down was the size of a city, and more and more cities were destroyed by boulders and buried in the earth.

Purple divine thunder slashed across the wilderness, the earth cracked through bottomless cracks, and cities were torn to shreds and completely wiped from the face of the earth.

Purple divine thunder struck the river, and the tame river began to overflow, breaking the embankment, breaking the city walls, and washing away the human home.

The purple divine thunder struck the endless sea, and the sea began to pour in, turning patches of fertile fields into saline land that could no longer be cultivated, and the land was dead.

In the turmoil of the heavens and the earth, only the big tree that stood up to the sky and the earth never wavered. Although the purple divine thunder continued to bombard this tree, this tree was stronger than the earth, more stable than the earth.

The roots of the tree began to spread and stretch underground, and the earth, which had been interspersed by the roots of the great trees, ceased to shake, and the dust that had risen to the sky began to disperse, and the roar of the rivers gradually subsided, and began to flow slowly into the new course that they had washed out.

The earth-shattering thunder continued, but the dust on the earth gradually dissipated, and the cries of the humans who survived the disaster gradually faded, and they slowly stood up and looked angrily at the sky.

The monks roared and drew their swords to the sky, rushing at the seemingly never-ending purple divine thunder without hesitation, while the mortals took up the flames passed down from ancient times and reopened their homes.

Natural disasters will still occur, and homes will still be destroyed, but the human beings living here seem to have long been accustomed to the world-destroying divine thunder above their heads, or they have despised its existence.

After their homes were destroyed, they rebuilt their homes, and they continued to reproduce after the death of their loved ones.

In this way, for generations, human beings endlessly contend with the purple divine thunder that cleaved down from the sky above their heads, as if they did not know the tragic history of the past.

The divine thunder seemed to realize something, so it stopped slashing at the earth, it slashed at the tree instead.

The tree that stood up to the sky and the earth stood in this purple divine thunder that never stopped for a moment, and the verdant crown of the tree was split by the divine thunder and withered day by day, and the leaves lost their dazzling, reassuring verdant, gradually darkened, gradually withered, and gradually withered.

Thick fallen leaves piled up under the tree, but there was no trace of tender green on the canopy, and even cracks gradually appeared on the branches, accompanied by a slight "click" sound, the cracks began to spread day by day, and finally one day, the tiniest branch broke, fell on the rotten fallen leaves, and made a "poof" sound, as if something was disillusioned, as if someone had spit out a mouthful of blood.

The first branch broke, and then the second, and then the third...... More and more branches began to break, and the smooth jade-like bark of the big tree began to wither and shrink, just like the beauty who fell into the country and the city when she was young finally entered her old age, which is unwilling and regrettable.

Finally, one day, all the branches of the big tree were broken, and nothing was left except the bare trunk. At the foot of the tree, a thick layer of branches is piled up.

The people of this world seemed to feel something, they looked at the tree that had existed since they appeared, they let out a scream of horror, they began to try to save the tree, they dug canals, they wanted to divert the best water to irrigate the tree, but the purple thunder blocked their way.

The divine thunder slashed down intensively, forming a circular barrier that penetrated the heavens and the earth, enclosing the big tree in the center.

They couldn't pass through the purple divine thunder, they were in a hurry, they began to look for other ways, they turned to the monks in the human world.

The monks were more anxious, they knew better than mortals what the big tree meant, but the purple divine thunder was too powerful, too powerful that no one could withstand it, even for a moment.

The trunk of the tree is also beginning to crack, but the tree is struggling to support the world that is about to collapse. The purple divine thunder also began to weaken, and in the face of such a long and endless bombardment, the sky would be tired and tired.

The trunk of the tree has stood for an unknown number of generations, and even mortals have become accustomed to this situation, and even the monks are no longer in a hurry, when the tree suddenly tilts a little.

Although it is only one point, it is a towering tree after all, and even if it is a point, it is an extremely huge and exaggerated distance.

The world fell silent, and the vanishing natural disasters began to reappear, and more and more, more and more densely, as the trees gradually toppled down, more and more roots were pulled out from under the thick soil, exposed to the surface, becoming the target of the thunder bombardment.

I don't know how many years have passed, the big tree is almost about to fall to the ground, and its roots have been almost completely broken by the bombardment of the divine thunder.

The world has returned to desolation, and mankind has been completely destroyed by a great flood countless years ago, and the flowers, trees, insects, birds, fish and beasts have also returned to nothingness.

Even the moon, on a full moon night, was bombarded by divine thunder into fragments in the sky, becoming meteorites and falling to the ground.

The world seems to have returned to the beginning of its opening-up, and there is nothing.

Except for the big tree that was struggling to hold up.

It has been fighting with the Divine Thunder for countless years, it has reached the verge of running out of oil, and the Divine Thunder has also weakened a lot, no longer so dense, no longer so violent.

But the divine thunder was still eating away at the big tree little by little, vowing to completely cut off its last few roots as thin as silk threads.

Many years passed, with an almost inaudible "click" sound, a purple thunderbolt with the thickness of a little finger cut off the last tree root, and the big tree slammed to the end, and suddenly the sandstorm that had desertified the earth rushed into the sky, the earth began to retreat a little, the sky also contracted, the stars began to fall, dragging a long flame tail to the ground, the stirred up sandstorm made the sky a world of fire and sand, the light of the sun became dim, making the color of the sky as if it was blood-stained.

It was an instant, and it was also an eternity, this illusory world was finally completely disillusioned, and Lu Muzhi in the world gradually revealed his figure.

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