In the depths of the secluded sea of clouds, the gray clouds were surging like waves, and countless ghost iron horsemen held war songs in their hands, responding to the war song that resounded through the sea of clouds, they rushed forward, crazy and orderly, their eyes lit with green flames, which was strangely chilling.

"Knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock ............" Facing these ghost iron riders, it was a group of monks in golden armor, and their bodies were surrounded by this electric light of different colors, exuding a terrifying aura, one by one, like the birth of a thunder god, giving people a sense of not being angry and self-righteous.

And this group of monks, but they all led by a boy, the boy was born with beautiful eyebrows, long gray hair fluttering in the wind, blue thunder and lightning runes, like tattoos, printed on the left side of his face, this boy is small, but it gives people a strong oppressive force, that is a natural majesty.

They surrounded the boy and stood in the center. The boy was dressed in green clothes, he was the grandson of the seventh king of the Thunderstorm Court, he was born with a thunder body, and on the day he was born, he had the cultivation of the Dan period, which shocked the whole Thunderstorm Court.

Because it is one of the rare innate Dao bodies, once this boy in Tsing Yi was born, there were one hundred and seventy-eight order thunder chains in his body, and the roots were engraved with thunder runes, which alarmed the seventh king.

After some excited investigation, the seventh king asserted that his grandson's future achievements would not be below him, or even more than him, and even invited a great man from Baishulou for his grandson to divinate for him, and obtained a prophecy that his grandson would be able to shake the nine heavens in the future.

It is rumored that the corpse city of Beifeng Frontier has a fairy fate, and the seventh royal power has assigned fifteen royal servants to follow, just to protect the Tsing Yi boy and help him snatch the fairy fate.

"King 14, set off. The boy in green clothes whispered, his gray eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, no matter how the gray sea of clouds changed, there was no trace of turbulence in his heart.

"Yes, Your Highness the Son. A golden-armored attendant bowed, and then he put away a small drum in his hand and walked with the group.

The name of the drum is "Shaking the Heavens", made of the skin of mysterious creatures, and the years have passed, although the small drum has changed its appearance, and there are some broken places, but its power has not diminished in the slightest.

There were sixteen of them, but they were not all the people in the Thunderstorm Royal Court who entered this northern frontier, they were somewhat similar to the Star Silence Sect, and the monks sent by each of the royal powers were all in their own forces, and at most they cooperated with each other.

And just as they were moving forward, a dark and powerful man stood in front of them with a sincere smile.

"You are surrounded by me. The man grinned toothily and laughed heartily with a mouthful of big yellow teeth.

"Bold, dare to block the way of our Sect's Thundering Holy Son. The fifteen attendants opened their mouths to drink, and their eyes showed a look of anger at the same time.

"Your Excellency, why are you blocking me from the way?" someone was furious and asked.

"It's just that you're not happy. The big man laughed, and a magnificent red flame flashed, turning into a red fist shadow, and blasted straight towards the man's face.

"Thief makes a mistake!" Wang 14 roared angrily, this man dared to make a move against his brother, and also touched the majesty of the Holy Son, and a fire of anger ignited in his heart, burning all corners of his heart in an instant.

"Dong ........." A melodious drum sounded like a thunderbolt, and countless golden thunder runes flew one after another, turning into a huge phantom and facing the strong man. In an instant, the entire sea of clouds was filled with rumbling thunder, which was loud enough to shake the sky.

In the face of such a thunderous attack, the strong man grinned, not caring how much damage he would suffer, and countless golden thunderbolts swept across his body with the power of destruction, making a rumbling sound. After the thunder, everyone except the Thundering Son was shocked.

This mysterious strong man was unscathed............ Everyone was silent, it was the Heaven-Shaking Drum, one of the missionary artifacts of the Thunderstorm Royal Court, although Wang Fourteen's strength was low, and he could not exert his full power, but this person should not be unscathed under his blow.

"It's my turn........." the strong man smiled sheepishly, and then he took out a huge hammer of dark color and slammed it down in front of everyone.

Countless red spatial cracks appeared, and this hammer seemed to shatter the space here, and in the dull loud sound, the Thunderstorm King Court Qun Xiu was frightened, only because there were several cracks chasing towards them.

Among the flames, the stars fluttered, burning the clouds and mist, burning the ghost iron rider who had reappeared, and even the fierce golden thunder in the sky before was also burning under this ordinary red flame.

"Transform ...... The strong in the transformation period shatters the void. "The fifteen royal servants were a little dumbfounded, why did they have powerhouses in the Transformation Stage to attack them for no reason, or in this way.

"Your Excellency, won't you give me a reason?" A childish voice sounded, and the strong man lowered his head slightly, and he saw a boy in green clothes, his face was full of childishness, but with a sense of majesty and oppression that did not suit his age.

............The strong man was speechless, he calmly picked up the giant hammer in his hand and suppressed the monks on the opposite side with the hammer method. The flames are ordinary, churning and swirling, but they have the potential to burn the sky.

"Boom" roared loudly, and a hundred thunder chains emerged from the void, with terrifying fluctuations, or penetrating, or suppressing, or smashing, frantically killing the strong man. There was a touch of indifference on the immature face of the boy in Tsing Yi, and his body fluctuated blue, he was the source of the Thunder Divine Chain.

In the practice of monks, what separates each great realm is not only the comprehension of the laws of heaven and earth, but also a series of matters such as state of mind, physical strength, and cultivation.

Therefore, as soon as the boy in Tsing Yi made a move, he had already used his eighth-layer strength, he was already a Yuan Infant, even if he was now in front of a strong man in the Transformation Stage, as a natural thunder body, a holy son, he also had the confidence to fight with it.

"Knock, knock, knock............" The dull drum sounded again, this time, the broken small drum appeared on the hand of the boy in Tsing Yi, under his beating, the small drum lit up with blue patterns, full of violent thunder power.

A desolate breath penetrated the heavens and the earth, appearing above this sea of clouds, as if this drum and this drum bearer did not belong to this era. The golden shadow summoned by the sky-shaking drum also turned blue, with a crystal-like texture, and a giant drum also appeared on its hand.

Looking at it closely, the appearance of the blue giant drum is the same as that in the hands of the boy in Tsing Yi, and even more complete than its body, the boy in Tsing Yi is powerful, and between the clapping of his little hand, countless blue thunderbolts appear from the sea of clouds, together with the thunder chain, to kill the strong man.

"Hit a rake, forty taels of silver. The strong man shouted, he picked up the hammer in his hand, and when the hammer fell, a picture scroll unfolded, and above that picture, the mountains and rivers were broken, the earth was shaking, everything was silent, and even the blue sky was cracked.

"Boom" Countless Thunder Divine Chains bombarded the scene, making a deafening collision sound. Ten figures flew out upside down, and seven more fell on the spot, and all the royal servants looked at the strong man with a simple smile in horror, at this moment, they felt that this person was a devil.

"Hum" fifteen magic weapons shone with this brilliant blue light, and between them, there were blue thunder runes jumping, driving them away. Everyone in the world knows that the Thunderstorm King Court Shaking the Sky Drum, but they don't know that the ancient thunder is fourteen magic weapons.

"Boom .........Rumbling" In a thick blue thunder pillar, the boy in Tsing Yi was quietly suspended in the sky, and fifteen magic weapons rotated, exuding supreme power. Countless blue divine chains passed through the thunder light, directly taking the heart of the strong man.

Those chains of gods were surrounded by thunder and exuded an aura of desolation, which did not belong to this era. The dull drum sounded, resounding in everyone's heart, and the divine chain was furious, with a terrifying oppressive force, it was the power of order, thunder, thunder order.

"Brahma hammers and destroys all living beings...... You are a member of the Brahma Ancient Gate......" Wang Yi fell unwillingly, his eyes revealed despair and loneliness, as the first royal servant, he had also heard about the events of the year, but he didn't want to, it would be them who paid the price for that incident back then.

A huge vertical eye appeared in mid-air, it was like the will of the Heavenly Dao, looking at it was like looking at the sky. The boy in Tsing Yi looked up, he was staring at the vertical eye, so he fell.

His cultivation, his thunder body, and his chain of order gods completely collapsed at this moment. He could clearly feel that his vitality was passing rapidly, and everything about him was in an irretrievable collapse.

The boy in Tsing Yi's indifferent eyes showed a trace of unwillingness, and he didn't understand why he was so vulnerable until he died............

In the void, the strong man put away his giant hammer, he raised his hand, brushed the beads of sweat on his forehead, this battle, hearty.

"It's been 10,000 years, and you haven't made much progress, so it's better for me. Beside the strong man, a figure in a fur coat with a bow on his back appeared, and like the strong man, he was only sweating profusely after the battle.

"Cut, what about you. The strong man was not convinced, and complained disdainfully.

"Well, it's not very good, it's just to destroy an Immortal Sect and a Qi Sea Pavilion. Orion grinned, his eyes showing a little numbness and helplessness.

The blacksmith stretched out his large, calloused hand, and patted Orion on the shoulder, and they both knew in their hearts that even if they destroyed their original enemy, their sect, the place where they were born and raised, would no longer be there.

But does this revenge have to be avenged? Naturally, there are irreparable scars in their hearts, and perhaps the blood of the Seven Great Dao Sects back then can soothe the pain in their hearts a little............