The Sixty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation has exceeded the limits that the three major patriarchs of the Sea Clan can imagine. According to ancient legends, the first day of the Sea Clan for 10,000 years was only five or nine days of tribulation.

"The talent of the children of destiny is really terrifying." Patriarch Gui sighed, his face full of bitterness: "If he succeeds in crossing the tribulation and advances to the Hedao realm, who is still his opponent?" ”

"Humph!"

Feng Zhanye opened his mouth, wanting to refute but didn't know where to start. When he was promoted to the late stage of the Tribulation, the Thunder Tribulation was only thirty-nine, and the gap between him and the Child of Destiny could be described as heaven and earth.

According to the principle of doubling the power of the Thunder Tribulation every time the Thunder Tribulation increases by nineteen, the ones he has experienced can't bear to look at directly!

"The geniuses of the human race who control the rhyme of the three great avenues, are they all so against the sky?" Another patriarch sighed: "According to the records, Li Qinglian was amazingly talented and gorgeous, and the Qinglian swordsmanship he created contained the two great rhymes of gold and wood, which made him an invincible figure in that era. This son of destiny is even more powerful, proficient in the three great rhymes, and his talent is even higher than Li Qinglian. ”

When the patriarch Gui heard this, he said helplessly: "Maybe we should accept Lu Li's suggestion and unite the three clans to fight against the son of destiny." With the strength of the Child of Destiny, the only person who can be defeated in the future can only be Lu Li Xiaoyou. ”

"No!" Feng Zhanye said in a deep voice: "These two people are both heroes of the world, and their talents are so high that they are ancient and unparalleled, even if they destroy one, the other person will be enough to pose a huge threat to our sea clan." ”

"Patriarch Wind's words are wrong!" Patriarch Gui shook his head: "Lu Li Xiaoyou is not a child of fate, he knows the head of the sea, and he has a good relationship with Her Royal Highness the princess, so he can be well connected." And as long as he makes a heavenly vow, we can rest easy. Otherwise, once you break your oath, even if you advance to the Convergence Realm, you will still die. ”

"Not bad. Lu Li Xiaoyou is just a cave realm, but he would rather offend the second prince for the sake of Princess Yuelu. I must have some thoughts about Her Royal Highness the Princess. Such a genius, the old man thinks that His Majesty will definitely be happy to see it. If he becomes the son-in-law of the Sea Clan, even if he does not help the Sea Clan in the future, it will be impossible for him to fall into the ground. Another patriarch muttered.

Now, seeing that the Son of Destiny is going through the Sixty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, the two Gui Patriarchs have long since broken off the idea of competing with him. This kind of genius and powerhouse, its combat power can't be measured by common sense at all.

Even with, even the address to Lu Li has changed from calling him by his name to Xiaoyou. Even, it seems that they still have the intention of being a matchmaker for Lu Li.

Hear this. Feng Zhanye couldn't help but look gloomy, and sneered: "Two, our trip is to test the strength of the Child of Destiny, and we happened to catch up with him to cross the catastrophe, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." Under the sixty-nine heavenly tribulation, he will be seriously injured if he does not die, and with the strength of the three of us, I don't believe that we can't kill him! ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the two patriarchs. "As soon as the catastrophe is over, let's do it immediately. If he is unable to do so, the old man will personally plead to His Majesty and ask His Majesty to approve the union of the three clans. ”

"Since the Wind Patriarch has this intention. The old man gave up his life to accompany the gentleman! ”

……

At the top of Tianyun Peak, the facts are similar to what Feng Zhanye thought, but they are a little different.

In the face of the Sixty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, the Child of Destiny almost exhausted all means. Scarred. His robes were already tattered, his hair was scattered, and his face was as pale as paper. Faltering.

The third form of Wujiquan and Qinglian Sword Technique has been used to fight against the thunder, but it is only to resist the first six realms.

The seventh tribulation thunder descended in an instant, and the thunder light had already turned purple gold. There is only one, the thickness of an arm, but it contains boundless power and majestic energy.

The child of destiny had blood at the corner of his mouth, and looked up at the sky, a little fear flashing in his eyes for the first time.

The fear quickly vanished and turned into arrogance and madness.

He held the sword in both hands, and the light and dark changes at the tip of the sword, like sunrise and sunset. Suddenly, he took a step forward, chopped the mountain stones, pointed his sword at the sky, and shouted: "The sun and the moon are beautiful! ”

The sword qi is like a tide, and the strongest blow containing the rhyme of light and darkness is like two intertwined meteors, shooting away.

Click.

The two collided in the air, the deafening roar, the raging spiritual power, and the circling Dao rhyme swept around in an instant. The Child of Destiny bore the brunt of the blow, and in the blink of an eye, he was blown away by spiritual power, and fell hundreds of meters before falling to the ground.

He struggled to get up, spurting blood, and his eyes became more and more crazy: "My life is up to me." Yin and yang turn each other, and the heroes are intimidated. ”

The thunder came down as scheduled, and the sword composed of yin and yang rhyme soared into the sky. When the two meet, there is not the slightest spiritual power to escape, but it is more and more dangerous.

Faintly visible, the space showed the slightest crack, as black as ink, as if even the light could swallow it.

With the power of a sword, even space can be broken.

Suddenly, a crack suddenly appeared at the foot of the Son of Destiny, and before he could even react, the instep of his foot instantly detached from his body, leaving a neat facet.

Hit by this heavy blow, he snorted, took a few steps back involuntarily, and fell to the ground in despair.

"Snort!"

The clouds had condensed beyond measure, and the arc of electricity was like a snake, jumping and dancing among the stratus clouds. In an instant, a chopstick-thick thunderbolt broke away from the cloud and attacked.

Seeing this scene, the bullet of fate stood up, and slashed forward with a sword in both hands: "Slash the sky!" ”

This sword condensed the only spiritual power he had left, and it also contained all the spatial Dao rhymes he had comprehended, which could be regarded as the strongest attack he could make.

The sword was not dazzling, and even a little dim, disappearing as soon as it appeared.

The next moment, the sword appeared below the thunderstorm, accompanied by a slight spatial rift, and collided with the thunderstorm. For a time, the space was like a water surface thrown into a stone, and layers of spiral ripples swept in all directions.

The ripples seemed to divide the space into two halves, and wherever the ripples were reached, the giant trees were broken, the mountains collapsed, and the cracks were like knives and axes, smooth as mirrors.

Tianyun Peak, behind the Child of Destiny, suddenly made a loud rumbling sound, and the mountain slipped and fell into the cliff.

Fortunately, the spatial ripples spread ten feet above the head, and they were flat, otherwise this alone would be enough to cut the Destiny Child in half.

The thunderstorm, after consuming the last trace of strength, dissipated like a bubble.

The clouds of calamity sometimes condensed, sometimes rose, as if there was some hesitation, and no more thunder fell.

The long sword slammed into the ground, and the hot blood slid along the spine of the sword, dripping to the ground. The child of fate turned pale and looked up.

He, waiting for the judgment of fate.

He tried his best to resist the Sixty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, his spiritual power was completely exhausted, and he was seriously injured, and there was no luck. With his physical state, even the Nine Thunder Tribulations could no longer be stopped.

Finally, as if having made a decision, the clouds quickly grew and gradually darkened.

And a portal appeared in the air, and the fairy sound was lingering. The door opens, and you can see the Qionglou Yuyu behind the door, and the cranes are flying. Then, wisps of fairy qi poured down, covering the child of fate.

At this moment, an angry roar suddenly sounded at the foot of Tianyun Peak: "The thief is killed!" ”

Hearing this, the Son of Destiny, who was about to absorb the qi of the fairy spirit to wash the essence of the essence, suddenly turned his head, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Jumping beam clown, dare to compete with Haoyue?" (To be continued.) )