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"Boom!" A thunderclap sounded, and I saw that above the void, a terrifying thunderbolt fell from the sky and slammed into Han Yue's body.

Han Yue trembled, his flesh and blood seemed to be cracked, and a force of severe pain tore at Han Yue's body, this ninth day's thunderstorm was even more terrifying than the previous eight times combined, and it was much more powerful.

His physical body has already entered the point of forging bones, but he still has a feeling of unbearable feeling, this "Barbarian Demon Decision" is indeed not something that humans can cultivate, I am afraid that ordinary demon beasts will give up on their own after cultivating, otherwise they will be hacked to death, which is too worthless.

"Thunderstorming is the best way to forge bones, and you must survive it." Qingniu's expression was slightly condensed, refining his body and powering the world.

The second thunderbolt rolled down and hit Han Yue's body, and he suddenly felt a twitch in his body, and the flesh and blood that had just recovered had cracked.

One after another thunderbolts slashed down from the sky, hitting Han Yue's body, and the clothes on his body were shattered.

After the Eight Tribulation Thunder Tribulations, Han Yue looked up at the void with a firm expression: There is still one last Thunder Tribulation left.

The ninth thunderstorm was born, but it did not last for a long time, and the cold moon held his body strongly, raising his head and looking up at the sky.

Finally, a late thunderstorm converged, "Boom! With a loud bang, it slashed down.

The moment the thunder slammed into his body, Han Yue only felt his head tremble fiercely, and his soul was shaken, so that Han Yue directly closed his eyes, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was pale.

"What's going on?" Qingniu's pupils contracted, staring at the cold moon.

At this time, Hanyue only felt as if he was going to die, and his soul wandered outside, as if he could peek into his body.

"The soul wanders the dragon, this is the soul out of the body, this calamity is the calamity of the soul." Qingniu muttered,

The divine soul slowly coincided with the physical body, and Han Yue's eyes slowly opened, and a dark red swimming dragon shone by.

Cold Moon's skin was oozing blood, the skin was open and fleshy, and the blood with a trace of thunder and lightning was dispersed into endless spiritual power and melted into the last muscles and bones.

"Old Niu, the bone forging is over." Cold Moon clenched her fists, and the clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the sky was clear again.

Nine tribulations, each tribulation is divided into nine thunders, after these eighty-one tribulations and thunders, Han Yue felt that his body was stronger, and the energy contained in his muscles and bones was very terrifying.

Qingniu smiled: "Young man, this feels uncomfortable."

"Whew~ Refreshed, old cow, do you want to try?"

Han Yue exhaled lightly, and the ink-colored spiritual power slowly repaired the wounds on her body.

Qingniu lay on the ground and said disdainfully: "This point of interest, the next step is the cultivation of divine consciousness, are you ready?"

"Whew, come on, I'm going to get out of this hellish place." Han Yue exhaled expressionlessly, and the flesh and blood on her body recovered.

Qingniu Dao: Divine Consciousness cultivation is not so easy, and if you make a mistake, you may become an idiot.

Han Yue nodded slightly: Old Niu, come on.

"Hmm." Qingniu answered, got up and walked to the big formation, replacing the required formation talisman.

After a while, the green bull who had set up the formation talisman, the bull's eyes looked at the sky, and as soon as he stepped on the formation talisman, the entire large array shone brightly.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the calamity clouds that exercised divine sense slowly took shape, and the area of the calamity clouds was very small, only shrouded in the sky above the main hall.

Han Yue did not take it lightly because of the size of the thunderstorm, and looked up at the sky with his fists: I will definitely be able to do it!

In the clouds, thunder and lightning fused and intertwined, one of which was like a statue, without a trace of roar, penetrated into the sea of knowledge of the cold moon, the body of the cold moon trembled violently, and the thunder and lightning that appeared in the sea of knowledge raged out.

"Boom!" Cold Moon snorted, and the Creation Zhong Shenzhu turned sharply, dissolving the ravages of the thunderstorm.

"That's amazing!" Han Yue's body trembled slightly, just one thunderbolt was so strong

At this time, Han Yue's expression was extremely calm, and he was running the Creation Bell Divine Bead to repair the scars of Zhihai and being ravaged by thunder.

The golden pupils of the cold moon seemed to open inadvertently, and Lin Feng sat cross-legged, and one after another thunder tribulations came in an instant, without any might.

But there are avenue lines that are circling endlessly, and Han Yue gritted his teeth tightly, and the thunder in the sea of consciousness was constantly changing, and finally, it slowly merged into the Creation Zhong Shenzhu.

A terrifying light suddenly bloomed in the golden eyes of the cold moon, and the golden eyes seemed to be operating autonomously, a golden aura, slowly resisting the thunderstorm.

"Hey, my eyes are so itchy." Hanyue rubbed her eyes.

Staring at the clouds in the sky, several thunderbolts merged into one, and the terrifying thunder thunder silently blasted into the sea of knowledge.

Han Yue felt the pain of the sea of knowledge tearing his soul, and his golden eyes exuded an incomparably powerful golden light, and he rushed directly into his sea of knowledge, fighting against the thunder.

The constant tearing, the constant repair, the pain that does not hurt the body but touches the depths of the soul, makes Hanyue feel like she is going crazy.

After a long time, the clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, and the green cow raised his eyes to look at the cold moon.

And Cold Moon's golden pupils have become dim, just looking at his open eyes, he will feel an astonishing danger, as if there is a sharp blade in his eyes.

Han Yue's head turned slightly, his eyes were dazed at first, and suddenly, a monstrous terrifying golden light pierced out of those pupils.

"Eight days, young man." The green cow shook the oxtail and said casually.

Whew――

Han Yue closed her eyes expressionlessly, and the Creation Bell Divine Bead in the Sea of Consciousness refined a trace of energy to warm the torn Sea of Knowledge.

The clouds slowly condensed in the air, and Han Yue's mind moved, and the Creation Zhong Shenzhu flew out of his body, and he wanted to use the sea to rob the thunder.

In the sky, the bright purple thunder and lightning were rolling and tumbling, extremely powerful.

A dazzling purple thunderbolt rushed into the cold moon sea of consciousness like a wither, the power of thunder and lightning was extremely tyrannical, and the entire sea of consciousness seemed to be all terrifying thunder.

Han Yue sat cross-legged, silently suppressing the terrifying power of thunder and lightning, and at the same time, a thunderbolt above the sky directly penetrated down, inserting into the sea of knowledge, frantically absorbing and devouring the power of thunder and lightning.

Qingniu's expression is complicated: Thunder and Thunder, if you pass this level, you will really have a better foundation than ordinary people.

The transformed thunderstorm is about to condense, and the thunderstorm contains the terrifying power of thunder and lightning, which continues to grow and enhance the power of the thunder, becoming more and more visible.

Cold Moon's expression was hideous, condensing the power in the sea of knowledge, colliding with this transformation thunder.

The two are deadlocked, and no one can help the other, intertwining and colliding with each other.

There are no years of cultivation, and it seems that in the blink of an eye, time flies by.

In the sea of divine consciousness, there is no intact place, the seven orifices of the cold moon are dripping with a little beads of blood, the pain on the soul, the cold moon clenches at the root of the sour teeth.

The transformation of the thunder is half smaller than the original, but it is more violent, desperately attacking the sea of knowledge of the cold moon.

"Give me a crackdown!"

An ear-souring sound came from Cold Moon's throat.

The thunder of transformation in the sea of consciousness is imprisoned by the divine consciousness of the cold moon.

The cold moon, who was bleeding all over, looked very difficult at the moment, gritting her teeth and desperately suppressing the thunder.

"Hum ......" At this moment, Hanyue's soul trembled, and then he saw the thunder trembling wildly in the sea of knowledge, the thunder and lightning danced wildly, and all the thunder and lightning power was absorbed by Hanyue.

"It's finally over!" The cold moon muttered to herself, and the thunder in the sea of knowledge released endless thunder light, all of which were submerged into the sea of knowledge, and gathered into a small cold moon standing quietly cross-legged in the sea of knowledge.

"You've officially possessed the body of a barbarian." There was a hint of relief in the green bull's eyes.

Han Yue's heart trembled slightly, and then she continued to close her eyes, quietly watching the little Han Yue in the sea of knowledge, although it was very small, but the breath released from her body was extremely strong.

"Old Niu, this, this little me, how do you use it?" Hanyue couldn't even say what he was excited about.

Qingniu smiled, and the lewd smile made Hanyue's heart tighten.

"This old calf, every time I laugh like this, I will be ashamed!"

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