The Divine Dragon Totem Tribulation is an ancient legend.

The Chinese totem is a five-clawed golden dragon, and when the five-clawed golden dragon crosses the tribulation, it is to cross the purple cloud heavenly tribulation.

This is the most terrible punishment and the greatest gift from God. After surviving the Purple Cloud Tribulation, it will become an auspicious dragon and turn into a totem admired by thousands of people.

But mortals crossing the Purple Cloud Heavenly Tribulation are unheard of, not even in legends. Only Lao Tzu's purple qi came from the east, and he had never heard of Lao Tzu's purple cloud tribulation.

The shock of everyone can be imagined, Ye Fan must be a real dragon!

The bigwigs stared at each other in astonishment, then stared at the sky, and no one spoke.

The totem tribulation is vast and boundless, and there is a space of its own, as if countless killers are hunting Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was devoured by the purple light, and he was fighting with the heavens, fighting against the heavenly punishment with the holy bones.

Yan Jinglong was already frightened, and in the face of the totem tribulation, he couldn't raise the slightest sense of resistance, and quickly fled back.

When he returned to the viewing platform, he still had palpitations and was soaking wet.

The group looked at him, quite complicated.

He has always been regarded as a real dragon by Kyushu, but he is embarrassed at the moment, worse than an ant.

Yan Jinglong's face turned pale, and he also knew his situation, and now the whole world knew that he was not a real dragon, Ye Fan was a real dragon!

"Great Elder, Ye Fan's ......"

"Needless to say, this is the creation of heaven and earth, see if he can get through it." Yan Changkong sighed and stared at the Heavenly Tribulation.

Everyone is watching, and all kinds of rumors have spread throughout the steppe.

"That's the Divine Dragon Totem Tribulation, it's a real dragon if you cross it, Ye Fan is a well-deserved first person in Kyushu!"

"I'm so excited, the Purple Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulation will go down in history!"

"Don't be too happy, this is the tribulation of the five-clawed golden dragon, how can Ye Fan be a mortal? I guess he's going to be hacked to death. ”

In various discussions, the totem tribulation became more and more terrifying, and the power of heaven pressed the earth, and some bigwigs had to retreat.

And in the face of such a terrifying coercion, the people who were happy just now also fell into a panic.

"The Totem Tribulation is terrifying, isn't it? I'm afraid I can't bear the acquired power, let alone Ye Fan. ”

"Yes, look at Yan Changkong, his face has changed. Hey, Ye Gongzi is afraid ......"

Worries are everywhere, although there are also people who gloat, but most people still hope that Ye Fan can successfully survive the totem tribulation.

In the grassland in the distance, Yang Ye stepped barefoot on the wet grass, frowning and staring at the catastrophe.

"This bastard is going to hang?"

Yang Ye muttered to herself, and the black-robed old woman said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid I'm going to break my bones and ashes, who can withstand this kind of catastrophe, it's terrible." ”

Yang Ye was silent, but his delicate fingers were tightly pinched.

In the endless purple clouds, lightning was dense, and the number of ninety-nine formed a cycle.

The cycle of the extreme, endless, is like a spinning top, revolving around Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's skin and flesh were cracked, and his bones were exposed.

But he was still unyielding, like an evil dragon, roaring in the purple clouds.

The cultivation method had been run to the limit, and the ocean of the dantian set off huge waves, and the primordial infant villain stood in the sea of true qi, frantically absorbing the power of the heavenly tribulation.

The Heavenly Tribulation not only refines the body, but also provides endless energy.

Ye Fan must resist Tianwei and let Yuanying evolve smoothly, otherwise he will fall short.

The relics god body, the sycamore god body, Ye Fan's constitution against the sky is in danger, and it will collapse at any time.

He sat cross-legged, his hair and skin falling out, like a charred black charcoal man.

The sound of the clear spring appeared, moistening Ye Fan's miserable body, but it was immediately blasted away by Tianwei.

In this way, Ye Fan defended again and again, and was smashed again and again.

Even the steel walls could not resist such destruction.

Rumble!

Under the bombardment of another group of heavenly tribulations, Ye Fan's body turned into a kite with a broken line and fell towards the grassland.

He was barely human, and could only see a scorched black.

Everyone exclaimed, and the steppe was in chaos!

"It's not good, Ye Fan is defeated!"

"What to do? Tianwei is too terrifying, Ye Fan is still too weak! ”

There were bursts of exclamations, and many people even wanted to save Ye Fan, but under the power of heaven, no one dared to approach.

On the viewing platform, Yan Changkong showed regret, and no one spoke.

Yan Jinglong, Yan Nantian and the others breathed a sigh of relief and secretly laughed.

In the distance, Yang Ye clenched his fists and took a few steps forward, and the sound of bells sounded like the sound of Asgard.

The black-robed old woman grabbed her: "County Lord, what are you doing?" ”

The night stopped, and the bell stopped ringing.

Hundreds of thousands of eyes stared at the place where Ye Fan fell.

Hundreds of lightning bolts followed, turning the grassland into a black hole.

What a rage the heavenly power that Ye Fan endured!

He was driven into a black hole, and he didn't know how many feet he had been underground.

His facial features were almost scattered, but the gold in his pupils had not yet dissipated.

The will to fight and defeat cannot be dissipated!

With a long roar, Ye Fan volleyed into the air again, how fierce he was, he crashed headlong into the Purple Heavenly Tribulation, and bombarded the Heavenly Tribulation with his mutilated body.

He has reached the limit, but it is as if he is going to die, fighting against the Tribulation!

People cheered again, and then became even more nervous: "This Ye Fan, it's all like this, don't run away and rush forward, is he stunned?" ”

"That's right, his footwork is unparalleled, he runs fast, and the goal of the catastrophe will dissipate without a target, right? Is he reluctant to give up the catastrophe? ”

"This is a catastrophe."

A tense atmosphere lingered in the grassland, and everyone was staring at the catastrophe.

After a while, the tragic Ye Fan was blasted down again.

He didn't have an inch of skin that was intact, but he still stepped into the air, and he went into the catastrophe again!

Stunned everyone.

At this time, Ye Fan no longer had any ideas, he just wanted to fight and win!

Since the ancient ancestors walked down from the tree, their life has been to fight and win, which is the mark in the bloodline, which cannot be erased!

Again and again, Ye Fan bombarded the sky, fighting to the sky with his damaged body.

No one could speak, and they were all stunned.

Whether they were worried about Ye Fan or disgusted with Ye Fan, they were all stunned at this moment as they watched Ye Fan fall to the sky again and again.

Something in everyone's veins seems to be alive.

"What a madman." Yan Changkong sighed and turned around not wanting to look at it again.

"Ye Fan doesn't have much strength anymore, if he goes down again, he will definitely die."

Hai Dacang sighed with emotion, and actually recited Amitabha.

Yan Jinglong next to him wiped his sweat and sneered: "I don't think I can do it, I deserve it." ”

"Shut up!" Yan Wangquan scolded, staring at the sky in a cold sweat.

Ye Fan fell again.

This time, he didn't know where he was being bombed.

The grassland is densely packed with black holes, which are hundreds of meters long and wide underground giant holes.

Ye Fan is gone, he is like a hare, bitten by countless goshawks, and now he has turned into a dead corpse.

Hundreds of thousands of people panicked, looking for Ye Fan with their eyes wide open, but they couldn't see anything, only the Heavenly Tribulation bombardment, which was still not extinguished.

Ye Fan was under the bombardment of the Heavenly Tribulation, and he landed in a huge pit.

He was indeed powerless to fight anymore, not only his body, but even the three souls were severely traumatized.

It was as if he had lost his will, and his body was curled up like a mass of rotten flesh ready to be bombarded by the catastrophe.

It's just that in his dantian, Wang Yang's true qi turned golden.

Pure gold!

The yuan baby also curled up, it seemed to be afraid, and its body was soaked in the golden ocean, as if a baby had returned to its mother's womb.

Ye Fan was the same, he couldn't help but shrink, and his vitality gradually dissipated.

Suddenly, the Totem Tribulation stopped, as if it had lost its purpose.

But the catastrophe has not disappeared, and lightning and thunder sweep through the sky, looking for a target.

People were stunned, and someone said in a trembling voice: "Ye Fan...... Dead, right? ”

"It must be dead, otherwise the catastrophe will not stop."

"Hey, crossing the totem tribulation by oneself is like turning a snake into a dragon, where is it so easy."

There are thousands of emotions, and some people even cry, not knowing what they are infected with.

On the viewing platform, Yan Changkong and other powerful people bowed their heads, as if in silent mourning.

For thousands of years in China, Ye Fan was probably the only one who could survive the totem tribulation, but he was defeated.

People are invincible.

"Haha, this kid has too much appetite, and he ends up reaping the consequences, this kind of person is also worthy of being called a true dragon?"

Yan Jinglong couldn't help but sneer, ignoring the atmosphere.

There are still many people like him, as if Ye Fan is dead, they are real dragons.

In the grassland, Yang Ye was a little depressed, his lips pursed, and his fingers turned white.

The black-robed old woman observed her words and sighed silently.

The entire grassland fell into dead silence, and only the catastrophe was still exploding.

At this moment, Ye Fan, who was curled up like a baby, suddenly opened his eyes, and a brilliant golden light rushed up.

In his dantian, there were stormy waves. The Yuan Infant who was soaked in true qi had already opened his eyes.

Its facial features, hair, skin, meridians, and internal organs all appeared.

The master of the Yuan infant stage descended on the land of China.

Ye Fan's body surface began to recover, and he was reborn, recovering at a terrifying speed.

Three souls, seven spirits, hair and toes, everything is being restored, and then it is countless times stronger.

In the loud noise, the Totem Tribulation moved again, fiercely slashing at Ye Fan, and refused to stop at all!