Woooooooo

There was a noise in the clouds, calling for the robbers.

Zixiafeng Square is densely packed with thousands of people, and the young people are all the living force of the Tomb Sect, representing the future of the sect.

First, there is the magic of the old man's wine to isolate the thunder momentum, and then there is the old woman who arranges a large array of breathing, although the young people are directly below the clouds, they are standing outside the matter, and there will be no danger.

At a certain moment, it was difficult for the clouds in the air to wait, and after a whimper, a thunderbolt fell, heading straight for the top of Zixia Peak.

Everyone first felt that the heavens and the earth suddenly lit up, and when they subconsciously closed their eyes, their ears were hit by violent sound waves.

Boom Boom!

When the group opened their eyes again, a thunderbolt stood in the sky, the upper end was connected to the clouds, and the lower part was connected to the top of Zixia Peak.

The thunder emits a strong light, containing the power of the beginning of heaven and earth, and under its illumination, the whole world is divided into left and right parts with the thunder as the boundary.

Zixia Peak was oppressed, the mountain shook non-stop, and dense veins appeared on the surface of the caves at the top of the peak, so that a large number of caves would not collapse.

In the face of this thunder, the entire underground of the Desolate Tomb Sect stimulated a terrifying momentum, and dense formations flew out of the mountain, branded into the void, and built a large array.

The power of the heavenly thunder makes the mountain protection formation of the Tomb Sect activate independently!

Whoa.

The thunder squirmed, showing a stronger power, and completely fell, wanting to raze Zixia Peak to the ground.

Sou.

A figure rushed out of the main hall and greeted the thunder, he waved his arms, and his unrivaled vitality rushed out, striking an attack in each of his left and right fists.

"Biluo!"

"Yellow Spring!"

The middle-aged punched, and the two big worlds followed and threw out, facing the thunder.

Wang Chongyang jumped into the sky to respond to the calamity, and in the face of the first thunder, he directly urged the first two layers of the Desolation Sutra to resist.

The terrifying energy was vented, and by the power of thunder, a large area of vegetation on Zixia Peak died, and the stone path between the mountains cracked inch by inch.

Boom.

The two worlds collided with the thunder, and the terrifying power entangled each other and lasted for a long time.

After a moment of entanglement, the two worlds collapsed and disintegrated like papier-mâché, and the thunder fell as usual.

Whoa.

The thunder fell, the great array of the Protector Sect was impacted, and the light and extinction were dim, and the foundation of the formation hidden in the mountains shook violently, and under the influence of this, the entire Desolate Tomb Sect moved like the ground.

Wang Chongyang jumped upwards and jumped outside the Great Sect Protector Array, showing a firm demeanor in his middle-aged eyes, his hair and clothes fluttering together.

The middle-aged man struck the same two punches again, sweeping out two worlds.

The power of thunder and the power of the Desolation Warp were intertwined with each other, and it took a long time to subside.

The ending has not changed, the thunder is still there, and the two worlds have collapsed.

The middle-aged eyes flashed: "Come on!"

Whoa.

After such an obstruction, the power of the thunder was greatly reduced, and only fifty percent of the power was left.

The thunder fell into Wang Chongyang's body, causing the middle-aged man's skin to be scorched, his complexion distorted, and his eyes and nose to be squeezed.

The thunder disappeared, the strong light between heaven and earth dissipated, and the clouds also entered a brief calm, brewing a second heavenly thunder.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath with thunder: "Okay."

It hurts—"

His fists were clenched, and there were two Yuan Stones in his palms, which were turning into pure Yuan Qi to replenish the consumption in his body.

The people of the Deserted Tomb Sect who stood in a safe place all sweated for the middle-aged and prayed secretly in their hearts.

"It must be successful!"

"If the master is so powerful and can't succeed, then no one in the five continents will be able to get to this point!"

"Yes!

Whoa.

As time passed, a second thunderbolt fell, this one twice as large as the previous one, and when it fell, the sky seemed to climb up a silver-white canyon.

Wang Chongyang threw three punches in a row, without any intention of hiding clumsiness.

"Biluo!"

"Yellow Spring!"

"Qianfu!"

The three underworlds are adjacent, and they all slam into the thunder.

Zizizizi.

Thunder has unfathomable power, hitting the unfathomable unknown world, but it has never been trapped in it, and after a while, it will rush out unstoppably, pressing towards middle age.

"Sun Fist!"

The thunder was weakened by the three martial arts through the desolation, and only seventy percent of the power remained, slashing at Wang Chongyang Tianling Gai, but the middle-aged did not dare to take it hard, and showed a punch to hit the power of the sun, and the whole person was as hot as magma, stronger than Xuantie.

The Sun Fist blocked one more time, and the thunder poured into the middle-aged body with the remaining six powers.

Crackling.

The moment the thunder entered the body, the middle-aged man was scorched black, spit out black blood in his mouth, and the skin of Tianlinggai was cracked, revealing his skull.

The middle-aged man lost several teeth, and the air leaked when he spoke: "Huhu-it really kills me." ”

Wang Chongyang was seriously injured, but fortunately he successfully received the second thunder and did not fall.

Rapid recovery in middle age, adjustment status.

"Teach me!"

In the Zixia Peak Square, the old man's body was slightly rickety, his arm was raised in front of his chest, and he threw a small purple delicate gourd into the air.

The small gourd fell into the hands of Wang Chongyang with great precision. The gourd has no stopper, as if it has just fallen from the tree, Wang Chongyang took the wine gourd, instantly pulled off the upper half of the gourd, and drank the wine hidden in the body of the pot.

The wine went down, and the middle-aged body instantly bloomed with vitality, the previous injuries completely disappeared, the skin was transparent and shiny, the scorched black color fell off, and the cracks on the Tianling lid seemed to have never existed.

When the old woman saw the old man's actions, most of the previous stuffiness dissipated, and the seal in her hand was sealed, and one after another spirit arrays flew out, covering the heavens, strengthening defense, and speeding up recovery.

The old woman slapped the formations on Wang Chongyang's body in the air, and then stopped, and said in astonishment: "Old drunkard, Zihu made wine, I didn't expect you to be willing to take it out." ”

The old woman hesitated for a moment and said softly: "It seems that you old fellow can be trusted in the face of great rights and wrongs! ”

The things contained in the purple gourd, called the spirit gourd wine, are not made by people, but planted, and are the bequest of heaven and earth.

The old man got a seed a long time ago, planted it in the spiritual spring of his cave, and was nourished by the spiritual spring all day long, for a hundred years, and the seed finally germinated and began to grow.

The old man irrigated the seedlings with a spirit wine of astonishing value every month, and it lasted for another hundred

years, the green vine grows and bears seven small gourds.

The gourd comes in seven colors and represents different attributes.

The old man continued to make water with different spiritual wine, irrigating the wooden vines, and after five hundred years of cultivation, the seven gourds finally matured and fell from the vines.

The old man is extremely old, trapped in a half-step plating body for thousands of years, and his life is about to end, but he still has no hope of breaking through, and he is disheartened, so he opens a green gourd and drinks the liquid in it.

Relying on the wine in the green gourd, the old man has a hundred more years of life, and he can concentrate on breaking through the realm.

Before and after, the old man consumed five gourds, and the total increase of zero and zero was 500 years of life.

He didn't know if Mu Teng would bear fruit a second time, and now he gave Wang Chongyang another one, and only the last one was left in his hand.

It can be said that the gourd is the life of the old man.

In charge of the catastrophe, the old man did not hesitate and was willing to exchange his life.

Whoa.

The third thunderbolt falls.

Wang Chongyang performed three martial arts in a row, but he still felt that it was not enough, so he punched out two more punches.

"Taiyin Fist!"

"Sun Fist!"

The light from the two punches, one black and one white, is intertwined with each other, breeding all kinds of changes, evolving Vientiane, and reducing the power of the thunder.

Crash.

The third thunderbolt fell into the middle-aged body with the power of sixty percent.

Click.

The thunder approached, and before it entered the body, the formations all over the surface of the middle-aged body collapsed in unison, without the slightest effect.

In the end, Wang Chongyang resisted this thunder, but the injury was terrifyingly serious, and his mental power began to float, showing signs of collapse.

He relied on the strength of the Plated Body Realm, and the golden blood was churning all over his body, and he recovered quickly.

But time waits for no one, in the clouds, the fourth thunder is about to take shape, and its power will reach a terrifying level, in a short period of time, middle-aged people cannot adjust to the peak.

In the Zixia Peak Square, the old man's face showed a resolute expression, and a yellow gourd appeared in his hand.

This gourd is already the last one that the old man has in hand.

The old woman hurriedly spoke out to stop her: "Silly old man, this is your last gourd." Don't you do something stupid, when you are about to end your life, if you haven't broken through, where will you go to find the thing that increases your life?"

"No matter what, it's important to be alive!"

The limit of monks is the rule of heaven and earth, which is extremely difficult to change, and the strange things that have longevity are very precious.

The virtual realm can live for 2,000 years, which is a certain number, and it cannot break through to the plating realm within this period, and can only be classified as loess.

The old man's Linghu Brewing Wine, one can increase the life span of a hundred years, which can be seen to be precious.

This gourd was born, and many people came to find the old man to exchange, and even one person promised to pay a finger-sized piece of mother gold.

The old man never agreed to the exchange.

"My old bones, when I die, I die, what's the point of living for two hundred more years?"

"I've lived five hundred years longer, and I can be regarded as taking advantage of the rules of the Heavenly Dao, haha. ”

"Teach and drink!"

The old woman's shoulders shrugged, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes: "Bad old man, you only have fifty years to live—"

The old man scolded: "Old woman, you have to take a long-term view. When will you have the vision of a man?"

He looked up at the sky and swore solemnly: "The fourth thunder has been gathering momentum for a long time, if I have not guessed wrong, this will be the last!"

"Whether the coach can successfully enter the middle stage of plating depends on this fight. ”

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "The Strongest Truth and Taoism" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~