Wen Yiming blasted out with an artistic conception attack that had not yet fused, and quickly fell down.

No matter how terrifying the cannibal forest is, it is better than being split into a free fall by the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, this is at an altitude of thousands of meters, once he is stupefied, even if he falls into a ninth-order battle body, he can only pick up parts everywhere.

When the bucket-like thunder pillar slammed down, a silver light appeared as if it were shining the heavens and the earth, and even the dead air below the cannibal forest shook and rolled out in all directions, and a large canopy and vines were blasted open, revealing the landing point below.

Two screams, Wen Yiming snorted, if it weren't for the defense of the White Tiger's Devour, he would even be split by the dragon spear, and at this moment, the skin and flesh fell down at a rapid speed, and the branches of countless man-eating trees were broken.

The other scream was naturally She Xirong, as strong as the super god of war still couldn't hold back the bombardment of the thunderstorm that day, and what sounded behind Wen Yiming was a miserable howl that could be described as terrible.

A figure smashed down more than a thousand meters away from Wen Yiming, and the sound of countless trees breaking branches sounded, and Wen Yiming, who was also uncomfortable, was in a happy mood.

Wen Yiming experienced three thunder tribulations, each time he had the feeling of heavenly thunder quenching his body, after each thunder tribulation, he could feel that the accumulated impurities that could not be eliminated in the meridians would be removed, and the true yuan was also like an incomparably pure spring in the flow and operation, so that he could clearly perceive that both his physique and cultivation were undergoing essential changes.

From the bottom of his heart, Wen Yiming is no longer very afraid of the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, but he still has some expectations, the improvement of the essence is not as simple as breaking through cultivation, and it can be achieved by hard cultivation, so he cherishes every Thunder Tribulation.

If there was no way this time, he would never want to let the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation disperse and 'share' it with She Xirong.

He already had a certain amount of experience and resistance to the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, and this was an incomparably rich forging feast for him.

At the same time, he also had a hunch that She Xirong, who shared his Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, would definitely improve his skills after recovery.

Wen Yiming fell to the ground and almost smashed into the ground, he didn't care about vomiting blood, he climbed out of the deep pit and stood up to the sky with a gun, there was more than one thunder pillar last time he was promoted to a martial saint, and this time it was likely to be too.

She Xirong was not as embarrassed as Wen Yiming, landing from countless broken towering giant trees, her face was pale, she was emitting light smoke up and down, holding a broken sea exploration lantern in her hand, staring at Wen Yiming with gritted teeth, like a death squad standing in the smoke of gunpowder, full of desperate posture.

Wen Yiming glanced at She Xirong, he was no longer restrained, this thunder tribulation could not leave the other party, he was likely to sleep here for a long time, or become a death row prisoner in the hands of the other party, until all the use value was squeezed out, and then he could die happily.

"Stupid! Kill me, **** family!"

Wen Yiming shook the dragon gun, and he didn't look at She Xirong with his eyes, and scolded and vented.

She Xirong had already lost her sneer, and shook off the completely damaged sea exploration lamp in her hand, which was her strongest defensive weapon, and in the future, facing opponents of the same level, she would be weak in defense.

At this point, she vented all her anger on Wen Yiming.

But in her heart, the bottom line is still to leave a life, half dead or not, and with her net worth, she is confident that she can save the dying.

Killing Wen Yiming could only vent her anger for a while, and it did not really help her.

Provoked, she was no longer in the mood to speak, her eyes narrowed, and she looked at Wen Yiming through her messy hair, and she was about to take a step.

When her arm was slightly raised, and the True Yuan Big Hand appeared in the void, she looked up at the sky violently.

The two pillars of thunder that were as black as ink split into two ways from the cloud whirlpool, and instantly fell towards Wen Yiming and the top of her head, and the thunder pillar that was big enough to hold almost made She Xirong not come back to her senses.

How could she have thought that Wen Yiming's thunder tribulation would have two times, was it because of her own joining?

In perception, She Xirong saw Wen Yiming teleporting away violently into the distance, she had no time to analyze why the other party did this, could the thunder tribulation escape?

The heartache of defending against the damage of the treasure has not yet recovered, and in the face of this black thick thunder pillar, She Xi Rong can't afford to have any strength to resist, and the last bead is sacrificed with blood dripping from his heart.

With a click, the light curtain flourished, and then it was split by lightning

Wen Yiming naturally didn't know that She Xirong still had a bead, but he also knew that the other party must have a lot of life-saving family background.

He teleported not to escape, but to use his strength to advance faster to the southwest in the process of resisting the Thunder Tribulation.

In the sound of thunderclaps, Wen Yiming was slashed out in the acceleration of teleportation, and he couldn't let the countless trees and vines come at all, and he crashed all the way.

When he fell to the ground, he wiped a handful of blood all over his face, which was really burned, except for the two eyeballs that rolled in the bones, and his whole face looked like he was paralyzed.

"Wen Yiming, the heavenly thunder tribulation can withstand me, haha"

She Xirong's laughter could be felt as soon as she heard it, it was made by gritting her teeth, extremely awkward and ugly, and there was a sense of mourning for the whole family.

Wen Yiming's heart was furious, and he sensed that She Xirong's injuries were indeed aggravated, but not as miserable as he expected.

fortunately

The third Heavenly Thunder Tribulation had arrived, and he took a step forward and continued to run wildly to the southwest.

As soon as She Xirong's figure appeared, when she looked up at the sky, her face was like a mournful woman, this time it was really as ugly as if the whole family had died, and the ancestral graves had been dug up.

"And?"

In the midst of the panic and incomparably frightened self-questioning, She Xirong looked at the big thunder pillar, silver and black mixed and entangled, like a twisted braid falling from the sky, and there were thunderbolts and thunderbolts around it, thunderbolts.

She violently sacrificed the Sacred Heart Twin Swords, and in the frantic operation of the True Yuan and the exercises, her throat made a loud sound, and her face suddenly became hazy, as if a lot of ink had been poured into the water, and it was difficult to see her face clearly, but she could see two blood-red eyes inside, as if two points of blood in the dark abyss.

In the distance, Wen Yiming could hear She Xirong's howl from the depths of his soul, the feeling of not being a man or a woman, extremely weird.

The dragon spear rose up, and in the roar, he was covered by a silver and black thunder movie, and the crackling sound was mixed with a miserable snort, and the smell of that tone did not know whether it was a painful sorrow or a comfortable moan.

When the thunder movie dispersed, Wen Yiming was still twitching in the big pit on the ground, almost foaming at the mouth.

On the head of the dragon spear, there were still one or two rays of thunder and lightning sizzling, and Wen Yiming's twitching rhythm was almost synchronized with these two rays of thunder and lightning, and he couldn't control his body at all.

"Uh-cough-cough-haha, Wen Yiming, what else is there?"

She Xi Rong's cloak came out, her robe was torn, and there was still the majesty of the patron saint, no different from the beggars along the way.

However, the hideous laughing expression was full of madness, as if she had seen the six gods beckoning to her.