Chapter 398: Evil Will

The murderous aura that rushed to the sky rose from Han Jiutian's body, and the thunderbolt heart method quickly operated, instantly exporting the thunder and lightning that drilled into the body, and with a finger of his hand, a flash of lightning shot out, knocking the ground out of a large charred black crater.

"Ugh!"

Han Jiutian slowly exhaled a puff of black smoke, his body trembled involuntarily a few times, and a tingling feeling gradually dissipated.

With his body carrying a thunderbolt hard, Han Jiutian felt that his thunderbolt heart method was almost scattered. The true yuan in the dantian was agitated, and he hurriedly forcibly suppressed it.

The thunder and lightning of the Heavenly Tribulation can be different from the thunder and lightning that are drawn using the Thunderbolt Sword Technique, this is not an ordinary thunderbolt, but a thunderbolt of punishment with a hint of will.

As for why there is a catastrophe, and the thunder and lightning of the catastrophe will carry a trace of destruction will, no one can say. If you want to trace it back, I'm afraid you have to go back to the beginning of heaven and earth, and the beginning of the way of heaven.

Although his body was numb for a while, Han Jiutian was not injured at all, and his physical strength increased several times.

"Hahaha!"

Han Jiutian looked up to the sky and laughed for a long time, full of pride!

The Tribulation seemed to be enraged, and I saw a tumbling of dark clouds, countless bolts of lightning entangled, and a rumbling sound resounded in the sky.

The pressure of heaven and earth is even heavier!

Bang!

A bolt of lightning the thickness of a baby's arm flashed with a dazzling light, and instantly hit the top of Han Jiutian's head.

Brush!

A sword light rose like a bright moon, and instantly lit up with a brilliant brilliance, sweeping directly towards the lightning that struck.

Burst!

After supporting for a few breaths, the sword light shattered, and the soft sword that had followed Han Jiutian for decades turned into countless fragments, fluttering and falling like a butterfly.

And the lightning just dimmed a little, became thinner, and fell on Han Jiutian's head again.

"Hey!"

Han Jiutian shouted loudly and struck the sky with both palms, and the two tiger-shaped palm winds struck the lightning with a single breath.

This is Han Jiutian's use of the Vientiane Sword Technique to display the palm technique, and he used the trick of the Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest.

I saw two fierce tigers pounce on the lightning, open their bloody mouths, and bite wildly. Shredded lightning streamed down from the tiger's mouth and dissipated into the void.

However, this only lasted for three breaths, and the relentless lightning tore the two fierce tigers apart again, hitting Han Jiutian with lightning speed.

Rumble!

Han Jiutian's body smashed heavily to the ground like an extraterrestrial meteorite, smashing the ground into a large crater dozens of feet deep.

At this time, it was cold for nine days, lying in the pit and aching all over, and it was very luxurious to even move. The waist-length hair exuded a scorching smell and curled on the top of his head, and his white robe was tattered, which was inferior to a beggar.

These are nothing, after all, they are just appearances. What was really serious was Han Jiutian's body, which was very badly damaged by this thunderbolt.

Eight or nine out of ten of the meridians in his body have been shattered, and his true yuan power has also been exhausted, and even his five internal organs and six internal organs have also been severely damaged.

Han Jiutian smiled bitterly and lay in the pit, although he was unwilling in his heart, but he couldn't do anything. At this time, he finally understood why the Eastern Continent had only produced a heaven-level martial venerable Ma Qingfeng in the past thousand years.

Seeing the dark clouds in the sky churning, it seemed that they were about to press to the ground.

A mile away, there were standing masters who watched the Nine Heavens of the Cold Heavenly Tribulation. They all sweated deeply for the cold nine days, and they were also very afraid of the horror of the Heavenly Tribulation.

The clouds in the sky seemed to be brewing, and a lightning bolt the thickness of an adult's arm fell with a bang, hitting the cold nine heavens lying at the bottom of the pit.

If ordinary people want to step into the heavenly level, they have to bear the heavenly tribulation. The first Heavenly Tribulation only had three Tribulation Thunderbolts, each of which was several times more powerful than the previous one.

As long as you successfully survive this heavenly tribulation, you will get the mysterious power given by the Heavenly Dao, so that you will be reborn, turn the true yuan into spiritual power, and achieve the way of heaven-level martial arts.

An extreme unwillingness, anger towards the sky, actually made Han Jiutian, who was seriously injured on the ground, jump out of the pit at once.

"Thief God, I won't let you get what you want. In this life, I must step into the heavenly level, and you don't want to stop me. ”

Hearing Han Jiutian's words, the eyes of the people who watched him cross the catastrophe lit up, this is the real strong man, with a strong heart of unyielding loyalty.

Even if Han Jiutian failed this tribulation and fell under the heavenly tribulation, his indomitable spirit of fighting against the heavens would remain in the hearts of these strong people for a long time, and it would be carried forward for a long time.

"Come on!"

People burst out with a wave of cheering sounds, cheering Han Jiutian one after another, hoping that he would successfully survive the catastrophe.

At the same time, these powerhouses also want to see what means Han Jiutian will finally use to press the bottom of the box, and they can refer to it, if they have the possibility to survive the heavenly tribulation, they will not be in a hurry.

I saw that Han Jiutian was spinning rapidly in place, turning faster and faster, and turning faster and faster.

"Mighty Whirlwind Legs!"

A loud shout came out, and countless legged shadows appeared, kicking the lightning in the air!

The lightning that rushed down was blocked by these leg shadows, and a series of explosions of sound came out. And it is dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This powerful whirlwind leg method is a heaven-level martial art selected by Ma Qingfeng from the secret book of the ancient powerhouse, and its power is not a problem.

As the Supreme Elder of the Sword Sect, how could he not get Ma Qingfeng's special care, and there were definitely not a few high-grade pills on his body.

Just now, Han Jiutian took a high-grade healing pill, a high-grade recovery pill.

His previous miserable appearance was made by Ma Qingfeng to pretend to be him. Because Ma Qingfeng felt a trace of evil will from the clouds in the sky, the thunder of heaven and earth should be mighty and awe-inspiring, why is it mixed with a trace of evil?

And this trace of evil will does not have any good feelings for human beings, and that feeling of ignoring everything makes Ma Qingfeng suspicious.

The last thunderstorm of the nine cold days was already scattered by the powerful whirlwind leg of his peerless magic skill, and the clouds in the sky should quickly disperse.

But on the contrary, just after Han Jiutian's powerful whirlwind leg was unleashed, a trace of desolate ancient aura was released from Han Jiutian's body.

This trace of ancient aura was immediately sensed by the clouds in the sky, and it quickly rolled and galloped and gathered, wider than before, the clouds were thicker, and the pressure on people was naturally stronger.

"Huh?"

The people watching around were suddenly puzzled, and their expressions showed a trace of puzzlement.

"Isn't the Heavenly Tribulation over? Why have the Tribulation Clouds recondensed?"

Bang!

Lightning as thick as an adult's thigh suddenly descended from the sky and slashed towards the cold nine heavens that had just dispersed the third tribulation thunder.

"How did this catastrophe mutate! Who can resist such a strong lightning?"

People exclaimed, as if there was a scene in front of them where Han Jiutian was struck by lightning and scattered.

At this time, Han Jiutian had already exhausted all of his true yuan power, and it was too late to take the pill to restore his cultivation again.

But he wasn't worried, he seemed to have already made a bamboo in his chest, "Qingfeng, don't look at it, it's time for you to make a move!"

Han Jiutian suddenly smiled, not looking at the lightning that struck down, but instead spoke towards the spire of the Heavenly Dao Tower.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a golden palm suddenly rise from the spire of the Heavenly Dao Tower, with a radius of more than ten zhang.

As soon as the lightning bolt of the golden palm fished into the sky, he scooped up the lightning with the thickness of a human leg in his hand and kneaded it like kneading dough.

Zizizizi!

A puff of green smoke came out, lightning flashed, and the thunderbolt disappeared.

A cyan figure appeared on the spire of the Heavenly Dao Tower, looking at the clouds with solemn eyes.

"Humph!"

There seemed to be a cold snort of disdain from the clouds, and then the clouds rolled over, and a huge eye with closed eyes gradually emerged.

"Sure enough!"

Ma Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, he didn't want to open his eyes with his eyes closed, because now was not the time.