Many monks below were talking, but Xiang Wenhong in the sky was deaf, looking at the Heavenly Tribulation thunderclouds that were gradually condensing in the sky, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He has shown extremely high cultivation talent since he was a child, cultivating all the way, making great progress, and never encountered any setbacks, and he takes it for granted that the world should revolve around him.

"The day before yesterday, I saw the head of the Xuanlei faction, who was full of charms and soul-stirring, just a look made my bones crispy, and when I finished the catastrophe, I found a reason to snatch her over. If the head of the Xuanlei Sect does not agree, the sect will be destroyed. ”

Thinking of the smugness, Xiang Wenhong's face couldn't help but show a smile.

He doesn't know how many things he has done, as long as he has a crush on the woman, he must sleep, regardless of whether the other party is a wife or not.

As his cultivation increased, more and more women were harmed by him, if it weren't for the strength of Shenmeng Valley, I am afraid that he would have been killed by Monk Bede a long time ago.

There were many monks who looked at Xiang Wenhong's eyes full of resentment, and they secretly cursed in their hearts, waiting for Xiang Wenhong to fail in the tribulation, and he was directly killed by the heavenly tribulation.

However, they also knew that this was just a delusion, and with the strength of the Mahayana period, if they were not able to survive the Heavenly Tribulation of the Transitional Tribulation Period, then there would be basically no monk who would be able to become a Tribulation Period monk in the future.

"Tribulation, it's just the beginning of my take-off, come on!"

Seeing that the clouds above his head had gathered, Xiang Wenhong spread his hands and tilted his head with a look of high spirits.

Click!

After enough accumulation, among the clouds in the sky, a thick lightning bolt finally fell and slashed towards Xiang Wenhong.

Xiang Wenhong opened his hands and looked at this lightning with a sneer, without any movement, he wanted to directly resist the first lightning with his physical body, and he wanted to shock the many monks who came to watch the ceremony with absolute strength.

The Kamon Valley palm below stroked his beard and smiled. He was very satisfied with Xiang Wenhong's performance, a genius must be high-spirited, and today, he wanted to let the many sects around him see the potential of their Shenmeng Valley.

Boom!

The lightning slashed on Xiang Wenhong's body, directly splitting him into flying ashes, and his body, soul, and magic weapon all turned into flying ashes.

The head of the Kamon Valley, who was originally stroking his beard and smiling, suddenly froze with a smile on his face, and he didn't even notice that the beard under his chin was broken.

His face was full of disbelief at this time, and the situation in front of him made him a little unable to react. He didn't understand, how could Xiang Wenhong, who had Mahayana strength, be split into ashes by a heavenly thunderbolt?

Those monks who came to watch the battle were all stunned at this time, Xiang Wenhong was really killed by the heavenly thunder, a monk with the strength of the Mahayana period was actually killed by the heavenly thunder during the tribulation period, what is the situation?

"Who is it? Who is plotting against my beloved disciple? If you can't find the murderer, don't even think about leaving my Dream Valley today! ”

The Masters of the Valley of Dreams soared into the air. The robes hunted, and he yelled at the many monks below with a frenzied face.

"Cao Zhangjiao, we also sympathize with the death of your beloved disciple. But. Without investigation, you blamed us on this matter, I'm afraid it's very wrong, right? ”

A monk stood up from the crowd and said to the Masters of the Valley of Dreams with a sinking face.

"There's something wrong. Come on, arrest them all, I'm going to search my memories one by one! ”

The Sect of the Valley of Divine Dreams was completely carried away by anger at this time. He has always regarded Xiang Wenhong as the hope for the rise of Shenmeng Valley, but now, hundreds of years of hope have been destroyed, and the fury in his heart can no longer be controlled.

"Cao Zhangjiao, what do you mean by this?"

The faces of many monks changed suddenly, and the immortal power on their bodies surged, and they angrily questioned the Divine Dream Valley Sect.

"Grab them all!"

Countless spells bombarded the valley, the aura fluctuated violently, and a chaotic war broke out.

At the same time, there were many monks who were powerful and could easily survive the Heavenly Tribulation, but they were unbelievably split into ashes by the Heavenly Thunder.

Just when many monks thought that the power of the Heavenly Tribulation had increased and it would become more and more difficult to cross the Tribulation in the future, they were surprised to find that some monks who were not strong had survived the Heavenly Tribulation unharmed.

Under the search of many monks, the truth gradually emerged.

"Do you know that doing more good deeds can reduce the power of the Tribulation, and doing too many bad deeds will greatly increase the power of the Tribulation?"

"How is this possible? The seniors of the master once said that even if all the bad things are done and the soles of the feet are pus, as long as the strength is strong, it can easily survive the catastrophe. ”

"Hey, why don't you believe it? Even those supreme geniuses who have the strength of the Mahayana period have been killed by the Heavenly Tribulation because they have done too many bad things, do you think you are more powerful than them? ”

"Really? No, I'm going to do something good! ”

Similar conversations spread wildly among the monks, especially as there were more and more examples around them, and the news spread faster and faster.

While the two distraction monks were talking about this, they stepped on the spirit weapon and flew quickly in the air.

"Hey, have you heard, yesterday there was another Merge Stage monk who was killed by the Heavenly Tribulation, and it is said that his strength is comparable to that of a mid-Tribulation monk!"

"Hey, these monks just don't want to believe the news, thinking that they are strong enough to do whatever they want, and they end up with a tragic death."

"Fortunately, we knew it early, if we do more good deeds, maybe we will have a chance to become a Tribulation Monk in the future!"

The two of them were talking with their divine senses, and an old farmer who was hoeing grass below seemed to hear their words, stopped what he was doing, and looked up at them.

The old peasant raised his hand and waved it at them, and the two distracted monks felt the world spin for a while, and when they came back to their senses, they found that they were standing in front of an old peasant.

"What you two just talked about, I'll tell the old man in detail!"

The old peasant put down the hoe in his hand, sat directly on it, looked up at the two monks, and smiled gently.

Although this old farmer did not have a little spiritual power fluctuation, the two distraction period monks did not dare to have a little disrespect, only from the means of taking them over just now, they knew that this old farmer was definitely a legendary powerful giant.

"Senior, here's how it ......"

The two distraction monks hurriedly told all the news they had heard.

"Interesting, really interesting!"

After listening to the two distraction monks, a slight smile appeared on the old man's face.

"These two gadgets are even the reward you just gave the old man for telling the story."

The old peasant touched the two bowls of tea beside him, threw them to the two distracted monks, waved at them, and signaled that they could go.

Although they didn't look down on the broken bowl in their hands, the two distraction monks still didn't dare to say anything, and directly put the broken bowl in the storage ring and quickly fled into the distance.

"A few days ago, there was a vision of a god appearing, and now this kind of thing has appeared, it seems that this god who appeared this time, the priesthood is really not low!"

Thinking about the information that the two distracted monks had just said, the old peasant shook his head and said with a chuckle.

Trembling from the ground, the old farmer picked up his hoe and continued to hoe.

"This kind of thing, where is my turn to take care of it, anyway, the sky is falling, and there is still that group of Heavenly Venerable Ancestors! I'd better keep hoeing my grass, old man! ”

Soon, this old man became an ordinary old farmer in the field, and he didn't see anything special at all.

The two distraction monks flew far away before they stopped and breathed a sigh of relief.

"That old farmer just now was really terrifying, we didn't know what was going on, so he was directly photographed in front of him, it was really terrifying! What rank do you think he has to be? ”

"No matter what level of monk he is, he is really a guy who picks the door, and he actually gave us two broken bowls, even if it is a few spirit stones!"

A distraction monk grumbled as he took the broken bowl from the storage ring and threw it on the floor.

Airplanes!

The broken bowl did not fall to the ground, but floated directly in the void, and at the same time, an adult male phantom emerged from the broken bowl.

Seeing this scene, the monk was directly stunned, and looked at the broken bowl with a face full of disbelief.

"Extreme...... The best magic weapon! ”

The monk next to him also hurriedly took out the broken bowl he had obtained from the storage ring.

As soon as the broken bowl in his hand appeared, the phantom of an adult man immediately appeared.

"This is also the best magic weapon of mine!"

"Quick, put it away, if someone else finds out, the two of us will be finished!"

The distracted monk from before reacted, and said in a hurry as he put away the broken bowl.

The best magic weapon is generally the standard configuration of the monks in the late stage of the tribulation, and the two monks of the distraction stage have such a heavy treasure, if it is known, they will definitely be torn to pieces.

After putting away the two supreme magic weapons, the two monks looked at each other a few times, and then looked back in the direction they had come.

"Brother Zhang, what level of powerhouse do you say that senior? It is really incredible that two superb magic weapons were given to us casually. ”

"It doesn't matter who that senior is, let's hurry up and find a place, it's the right thing to refine these two superb magic weapons, and then we will have the capital to rise."

Yang Qing didn't care too much about these things that happened in the outside world, so he only understood it a little, and everything relied on life and death to run on its own.

As soon as Yang Qing came out of the cave, he saw Zhou Haike standing at the door waiting for him, and as soon as he saw him come out, he looked him up and down, and his eyes couldn't wait to slice him directly.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Qing frowned.

"I'm curious, why didn't the hundreds of thousands of zhang thick immortal divine light burst you?" Zhou Haike's tone was full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Yang Qing nodded when he heard this, and said with a distressed expression: "It's quite annoying that the immortal divine light is too coarse, and it has evolved my air shuttle into a treasure of supernatural powers, and in the future, if you urge the air shuttle, the immortal power consumed will be intensified." (To be continued......)