The fourth heavenly thunder had been condensed, and a silver thunderbolt with a thickness of one zhang was like a sharp blade cutting through the night sky, shooting towards Mingmo.

On Ming Mo's body, a blazing flame burned, and the purple-gold flame burned the sky, turning into a purple-gold snake to meet the fourth thunder in the sky.

With a bang, the flames and thunderbolts exploded and scattered at the same time, and the flames gave the thunder and lightning to fly, like brilliant fireworks blooming.

The fifth, sixth, and seventh paths, Mingmo all easily survived, at this time, the eighth heavenly thunder came, and on the top of Mingmo's head, the purple-gold fire lotus flashing with this colorful light appeared, and the fire lotus rose against the storm, forming a colorful light cover on the top of Mingmo's head, and the eighth heavenly thunder split in the center of the fire lotus, in the silver lotus heart.

The fire lotus trembled, the flames flew, and in the face of this fierce and overwhelming blow, the purple-gold fire lotus continued to rotate, and the silver flames burst out, fighting against the eighth heavenly thunder, and devouring and absorbing this extremely powerful heavenly thunder. Soon, the eighth heavenly thunder disappeared, and the silver flame became more condensed, and there was an aura of destruction in the flames.

The ninth heavenly thunder was still brewing, and the black clouds were constantly condensing, as if they were pregnant with some kind of desolate beast. Finally, after ten breaths, the ninth heavenly thunder appeared, and a hundred-zhang thunder Jiao roared towards Mingmo, tearing through the clouds and cutting through the space, and the thunder and lightning contained in this thunder Jiao reached a terrifying level.

For this blow, Ming Mo must face up, the long sword in his hand appeared, on the sword body, there was a silver and purple two-color flame, with the output of Ming Mo's spiritual power, on the sword body, the light was sheng, facing Lei Jiao, Ming Mo slashed out, and the sharp sword qi turned into a flame dragon with purple scales and silver belly, and collided with Lei Jiao. The two entwined and tore at each other, the flames and lightning wore each other out, and finally the two exploded in the sky.

And Ming Mo, his face was a little pale and out of breath, and the spiritual power consumed at this moment was a bit big. The ninth heavenly thunder disappeared, and the tenth heavenly thunder had begun to brew.

At this time, the black clouds of calamity for thousands of miles are converging towards the sky above Mingmo's head, after a cup of tea, the sky is already as black as ink, and the black calamity clouds are constantly rolling, as if boiling water, as if something is going to break through the calamity clouds and run out, among the calamity clouds, the lightning is still converging, and the terrifying energy even makes Ming Mo feel frightened, because at this time, the thunder and lightning in the calamity clouds are stronger than the previous nine heavenly thunders combined, and they are still converging.

"I'm rubbing, is this going to play my rhythm?"

Looking at the clouds in the sky that were still gathering energy, Ming Mo complained weakly.

The three of Murong Yuxuan in the distance looked at Ming Mo even more worriedly, the oppressive aura in the sky almost made them breathless, and Xuan Long was even more shocked by the powerful energy, if it was her, in the face of such a blow, there would definitely be death or life, it was knowing this, Xuan Long's gaze at Ming Mo was even more worried.

Finally, after condensing for a quarter of an hour, the last thunderstorm in the sky appeared, when Ming Mo saw the last thunderstorm, he almost scolded angrily, the golden thunder was actually the innate god thunder, and the thunder and lightning that was stronger than the thunder of the origin of the thunder source bead, what was even more terrifying was that the golden thunder and lightning actually condensed into a thousand-zhang dragon, this is the rhythm of the dead people!

"No matter, fight!"

Ming Mo gritted his teeth, the purple golden fire lotus in his hand appeared, turning into a silver-purple dragon, the dragon roared, the sound shook the sky, and in the center of Ming Mo's eyebrows, six colored lights were shot out and integrated into the dragon, making the dragon emit colorful light, after that, a golden dragon appeared in Ming Mo's hand, this golden dragon is the origin of the thunder in the thunder source bead, at this time under the control of Ming Mo and the colorful dragon fused together, when the fusion, several domineering forces repelled each other and clashed with blood on Ming Mo's hands.

Finally, the golden Origin Thunder merged into the dragon, and suddenly, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, and a divine dragon the size of a thousand zhang and its whole body shining with colorful flames appeared, and its power was monstrous.