Endless thunder and lightning converged into a large red sea of electricity, infecting the entire void with the piercing sound of thunder. Thunder rolled, lightning flashed, and the devastating celestial power directly disintegrated the void.

"Freeze!"

Jiang Fanxiao was in the thunder sea, his body was covered with blood, but his eyes were burning.

The halberd of chaos broke, but he wasn't worried at all. Because the halberd was forged from the Chaos Heavens, at this moment, he resisted the devastating thunder light in the Thunder Sea, and reshaped his only path warrior with his own mind.

"Odd"

"Odd"

"Odd"

A series of auras were heard, and several rays of lightning wrapped around the fragments of the halberd.

Jiang Fanxiao was under tremendous pressure and covered in blood, but he didn't care. At this time, Yin, Bronze and six Shenhua were guarding all around. In the frantic struggle against Lei Hai, his fiery thoughts support his shattered body.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Blood flowed in the void, and his body curled up and turned charred black.

So far, he has almost only one pair of eyes to see, but the light is blazing.

"Ding!"

A crisp voice was heard, and the chaotic halberds reunited.

The halberd body is surrounded by small arcs, crackling, and filled with a solemn atmosphere. At this moment, this magic halberd has become more powerful, and there is a faint tendency that it will break through the top-level immortal weapon to reach the ancestors.

"Boom!"

The thunder grew louder and louder, like a churning dragon.

The chaotic halberd was still undulating in the sea of thunder, and Jiang Fanxiao was frantically manipulating Buddhist scriptures and scriptures. The golden light and the silver light thundered at the same time. The Six-Character Heavenly Sound, the Alakaranasa Seal, and the two magical powers run at the same time.

"Buzz!"

The mysterious space behind him is slightly chaotic and is constantly being repaired.

At this time, Jiang Fanxiao was blackened and covered in blood. But despite this, he still did not stop, guarding everywhere with silver, copper, and six Shenhua. While resisting natural disasters, he constantly repaired the shattered small world, sacrificing his only soldier.

"Sonorous and powerful!"

The halberd swayed, and the trills were amazing.

It is an immutable fact that fate is interdependent. The more desperate the situation, the richer the hidden God. Jiang Fanxiao understands this truth. At this time, after the fighting spirit was ignited, all feelings of reluctance and despair dissipated. He began to frantically use this apocalypse to hone himself.

Just like before he broke through the Xuan Immortal Realm in the mass grave!

"Come on!"

He shouted in the sea of thunder.

He knew that the end of the world was terrible, but he also knew that once he passed the end of the world, his combat power would increase several times more. If he can survive this decisive battle, even if he is half a step and three clears, he will only be a worm in his eyes!

"Xue'er, Bingxin, little princess, thank you, thank you for believing in me!"

Jiang Fanxiao's body straightened.

His eyes sparkled with incredible magic, and his indomitable fighting spirit grew stronger and stronger. When he was at his most desperate, when he was most helpless, it was their voices that pulled him back from the endless darkness. At this moment, the natural disasters that scared him were nothing.

What if the end of the world is stronger with their support?!

"Boom!"

The thunder rolled, the heavens and the earth shook, and tens of thousands of thunderbolts shook at the same time.

The thunder of the seventh day and the thunder of the eighth day converged at the same time, and at this time finally burst out with the most terrifying power. The void shattered, the earth was stripped away by dozens of feet, and the entire space was completely covered by thunder.

"Shouting ......"

In the end, everything calmed down, and only the slightest wind blew gently.

The shattered earth was littered with potholes and cracks.

A palm-sized piece of silver and copper undulated, and six mysterious rays of light swirled slightly, all of which became dim and faint. Next to it, chaos and magic halberds are all over the cracks, the ancient Fuso tree is shaded, and the heavenly sword is plunged directly into the ground...

In the middle, a corpse stood upright, the charred corpse was indistinguishable from a piece of charcoal, and no vitality was felt. However, in the next moment, the upright body shook slightly, the arc flickered, and the blackened surface slowly peeled off.

"Boom!"

The tremble sounded, faint at first, but soon became extremely intense.

Jiang Fanxiao finally survived the seventh and eighth thunderstorms, his heart beating stronger and stronger, and his whole body was flowing with tremendous force. After eight days of thunder, his muscles became very clear and strong.

"Gaba!"

He clenched his fist, and the slightest arc flowed in front of it, and he could be called a master.

The huge divine power in the body was surging like an ocean, the blood was boiling, and the essence was monstrous. He had never felt stronger than he did now. He felt that he could shatter the sky with one hand and the earth with one blow.

He poked his head out and surveyed the small world inside his body. Even though it was still full of cracks and breakage, he felt that the space was more stable and full of great power than before.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a silent, heavenly voice sounded and shook the entire sky.

A frustrating aura began to permeate, causing the hearts of all the creatures of Wei Zi Monastery to palpitate. At this time, even the white-haired Demon Yuan in the deepest part of Wei Zi's Great Famine changed his face. It was only at this moment that he really felt the threat and power that threatened him in this apocalypse.

"It's ......"

On this holy day, the first strong man was independent and empty, and he was surprised in his heart, but more confused. As powerful as he is, he can only see the rolling thunderclouds in the sky with the naked eye, and he is not afraid to open his heart to peek.

For example, the king of the demon race, Shura, the ghost, and the three ancient clans only knew that this disaster was terrible, but it was a disaster brought by the Great Road to the Divine Heaven powerhouse. But compared to them, Mo Yuan was the only strong person under the Ancient Holy Heaven who had witnessed the Holy Heaven Cultivator pass through the end of the world, and knew the horrors of the end of the world better than anyone else.

Purple is the easternmost end, leaving home...

Yuan Ye Snow, Bingxin and the others had very ugly faces at the moment, and an extreme panic enveloped their hearts. They didn't dare to fly into the void like the white-haired demon element, looking at the thunderclouds in the sky, but they could feel where the thunder was.

"Mass grave, he... He broke through there, what happened, what happened. ”

Yuan Ye Snow was anxious.

If Ye Yuqiu hadn't pulled her, she would have rushed out a long time ago.

Next to it, Poseidon naturally knows where the thunderclouds are. In this case, she also has a clear memory in her heart: "Heaven... The end of the world, there is nothing wrong with it, it is the end of the world, and only the divine heaven is strong to lead to the difficult heaven. He... Mass grave... It's such a coincidence......"

At this time, he was as powerful as the king of Sanqing Peak, and his face also showed horror.

The thunderclouds are getting thicker and more scary. The Red Dragon, thick to the extreme, soars through the skies with unparalleled destructive power. At this time, all the thunder and lightning intertwined towards the center, the whole sky was extremely oppressive, and the whole purple miniature star became dark and opaque.

"Oh my God!"

"What's going on, what's going on!"

"How did you spend your day?!"

At this time, even some of the weakest monks felt the fear of frustration. Purple MSI has completely turned into a world of darkness. Destructive air conditioning is powerful in every corner of the world. Even if it was better than Yao Yuan, it didn't dare to stay in the void anymore and slowly retreated to the water.

Jiang Fanxiao stood under the mass grave, looking at the sky from a distance.

The number of thunderstorms in the sky has decreased, but has become more terrifying. Thunderclouds are still brewing, but the idea of holding him back is very strong. A fierce thunderstorm shook his black hair wildly and ruffled his clothes. His mouth was bleeding.

On the ninth day, thunder was brewing, and the terrible degree was indescribable!

Standing at the bottom of his body, Jiang Fanxiao felt that even if a strong man from Luo Tian came, it would be impossible to live under the thunder of the next day. However, there was no fear in his heart, and his eyes were more fiery and determined. He just looked fearlessly at the sky and waited quietly.

All the monks of Ziweixing were shocked, and some people in the starry sky also felt all this...

In an unknown place, a vast fairy light spreads out, and at the end of the earth stands a hazy temple, built with purple and gold sacred jade. The aura it exudes is as vast as the stars, as if it were eternal, detached from the long river of time and space, and it is shocking. In the dreamy pavilion, the bright red sacred flowers are dotted with fragrant scents, which are intoxicating. On the soft jade bed, a woman dressed in blue is innocent and charming, her soft cheeks are pink, making people want to take a bite.

The painting was originally beautiful, but in the next moment, the sleeping girl suddenly woke up and startled a little white cat next to her.

"No, it's not like that......"

The girl muttered to herself and shook her head blankly.

When I remembered those pictures that flashed through my mind, her pretty face suddenly turned pale. The girl, who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, sobbed and finally couldn't help but cry one after another.

"Azzy!"

The golden silk god was panicked by her, and she ran out of the door barefoot.

"Princess ......"

Outside, a purple-haired man has a soft face.

He looks only 20 years old, but his eyes clearly show his age, which is obviously not as simple as it seems.

With tears in her eyes, she looked like a drowning child grabbed a lifeline and grabbed the sleeve of the purple-haired man: "Ah Zi, I just had a nightmare. I saw him overwhelmed in darkness. I'm so scared. Can you help me take a look at him?"

This is the only person she can rely on in this world.

"Ho!"

The frightened little white cat jumped on the girl's shoulder and yelled at the purple-haired man. His eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

The purple-haired young man still looked calm. It was the second time the young girl had asked him that. But this time, he just shook his head and whispered, "Princess, you should believe him." His path depends on his ......"