Above the nine heavens, countless dark clouds were generated out of thin air, occupying the sky in an instant, and the color of black pressure was as heavy as a thousand pounds, pressing on the heart, heavy, under this huge pressure, it seemed that it was much more difficult to breathe.

Click......

After time has been brewing, enough power has continued, and the roar of thunder and lightning resounded through the heavens and the earth.

In an instant, the rain poured down, and in the dark clouds of black oppression, white light appeared, and the silver snake danced, cutting the sky.

The power of heaven and earth is so vast.

In the dark clouds, a passenger plane is flying at extreme speed, reflecting the vast sky, like a small ant, so small.

"What the hell is going on, how the weatherman is forecasting, return, give me a return flight."

"Fuck - is this Xiaoyu, if Lao Tzu can go back alive, he must smash that damn weather station."

On the passenger plane, the captain was already crazy, his face was pale, and the passengers were also panicked, and their chances of survival were almost zero under this natural disaster.

The rainstorm was even heavier, and the thunder light converged in the clouds, like a brontosaurus poking its head out, aiming at the plane, twisting its body wildly, intending to break free from the captivity of the dark clouds.

Thundered!

The earth-shattering thunder was like the roar of the brontosaurus after it was free, tens of billions of volts of voltage swayed on the shell of the plane, the steel shell shattered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the passengers inside turned into charcoal without the slightest accident.

Inside the cabin, Jing Qing's body turned into charcoal, but he was shocked to find that he was still conscious, and thunder and lightning were circulating in his body, but he didn't feel anything.

In front of his eyes, hundreds of tiny balls of light drilled out of the deceased's body, gathered and mixed in the thunder and lightning, and changed into the size of a hot air balloon.

"Help!"

With the roar in Jing Qing's heart, the plane exploded in the air, scattering fragments.

In the firelight, an oval-shaped blood color appeared in mid-air, dotted with a wisp of black, deep and cold, like an eye, indifferently looking down at the world.

The thunder and lightning also seemed to be intimidated, and they didn't dare to get close to the blood at all, and in the dark clouds, a gap appeared.

A soul with a ball of lightning light attached, attracted by a mysterious power, threw itself into the darkness, and disappeared.

Then, the color of blood drifted away, and it never seemed to appear.