"Whew!"

Yun Xing tried to relax and calm his mood, looking at it like a thunderbolt of the world-destroying catastrophe, and the feeling in his heart was incomprehensible.

The aura in Yun Xing's body was running wildly, and next to this Divine Soul Platform, the surroundings seemed very depressing.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang of the thunder, and then it was like the Milky Way falling, and the sky was scattered towards the clouds, and it was really like raindrops, endless.

"Ahh

Although Yun Xing seems to be afraid of hardship, tiredness and pain, but to be able to practice alone for three hundred years without interruption, will such perseverance really be as unbearable as it seems?

It is such a great perseverance to scream out under such thunder, roaring like a beast, this kind of pain is unimaginable.

You must know that even in the place of trial, Yun Xing suffered the pain of the Divine Soul Training, and he did not scream, and roaring under this thunderstorm, you can see how painful this pain is.

In fact, if you are careful, you can find that every drop of the thunderstorm on Yun Xing's body will corrode a little bit of Yun Xing's flesh, and then black smoke will come out of the wound, emitting a burning smell.

Yun Xing now feels like he is alive and grilling on the fire, and then someone is digging out your skin little by little, and so on.

Even the three people watching the battle from a distance couldn't help but tremble, and they couldn't stop, the old man sighed: "If you want to awaken a new ability, a new rule, it was originally taken from the hands of heaven and earth, how can it be so easy." ”

The three of them looked at the white bones in mid-air, full of complexity, how did such a demon be born?

In the end, the operation was really unbearable and fell to the ground, but the breath of life was still there, and the thunderstorm would not stop, and if you wanted this thunderstorm to stop, unless the person who awakened the talent died, or someone forcibly interrupted the awakening.

Running just lay in the pit, yes, the thunderstorm had already corroded the earth into a big pit, and Yun Xing was in the middle of this pit, motionless, his face had long been free of flesh and blood, and the two eyeballs were turning under the package without eyelids, which was terrifying.

"This thunder! it's terrible!" the old man also looked incomprehensible on the side, and finally sighed regretfully, wanting to break up the thunderclouds and forcibly end this and only talent awakening.

"Seniors, please don't make a move, let me live and die, seniors don't care. The old man who was about to make a move looked at him with difficulty, and spoke in a voice that did not look like a human being, stopping the old man.

The three people on the side were shocked, is this little saint crazy?

As if seeing the thoughts of the three of them, the head of the skeleton opened its mouth, as if it was laughing, and said slowly: "Senior, I know in my heart, thunder can't kill me, if I really die, I can't blame the candle dragon clan, seniors rest assured." ”

The old man thought about it, and said solemnly: "I respect your own choice, when you feel that you really can't hold on, please be sure to speak, let me break up the thunderclouds." ”

This time, Yun Xing didn't answer, and lay in the pit in a large font, as if he was silently saying: "You come! I'm like this, if you want to die, you can kill me, if you can't die, you are your grandson." ”

Kunlun Mountain, Nuwa couldn't bear to look at it anymore, turned her back, her face was full of distress, Fu Xi was also clenched into fists, with a worried look on her face, and now Yunxing was completely supported by a spirit. Even the bones have begun to corrode, and I can't imagine the scene when there is nothing left in the whole body, leaving only a desire to admit defeat.

Time was draining, and Yun Xing felt that time was so slow for the first time, like years, like many hundred years, and it seemed like only one second had passed.

The three people in the outside world have been able to figure out why this guy has the title of Little Sage, why this guy can enter the Spiritual Void in three hundred years, such perseverance and talent are simply perverted in the perverted.

The thunder continued, but Yun Xing didn't know how many waves it was, and in Yun Xing's perception, the thunder turned into swords, guns, swords, halberds, millions of troops, and all kinds of destruction of Yun Xing.

Yun Xing also turned from a living person to white bones, and then the lower half of the body, the upper half of the body, and finally only a head remained.

But this wave of thunder seems to not even want to leave the head of Yun Xing, this Brilliant Heavenly Power wants to obliterate this human who tried to provoke him.

This time the thunder turned into a sword, a sword that looked like a real one, and went straight to Yun Xing's head, this blow definitely wanted to obliterate Yun Xing.

Yun Xing was dragged and floated in the air, opening his mouth to the old man of the Candle Dragon Clan, preventing him from moving towards the thunder clouds, and then waited quietly for the thunder sword to land.

Under the gaze of Gengyang and Jiuying, the Thunder Greatsword flooded Yun Xing's head, and Yun Xing's head was annihilated in the Thunder Greatsword little by little, and finally disappeared completely.

The old man of the Candle Dragon Clan sighed, feeling sorry that such a rare genius was annihilated in the thunder like this, which was a pity and admirable.

Gengyang also sighed, it was a pity that such a powerful help died like this. Only the Nine Shadows stared at the thundercloud that had not yet dissipated, and said in disbelief: "I don't believe this guy died like this!"

For Nine Shadows, such an opponent who is difficult to find can't just die like this!

And Fu Xi, the sage of Kunlun Mountain, also trembled violently at this time, his face was pale, and he looked at the Candle Dragon clan in disbelief.

Yun Xing's body is indeed all gone, but the spirit that does not admit defeat is still there, but it can't be seen, in the words of ordinary people, Yun Xing really only has a soul left, no different from death.

"Why hasn't this thundercloud dispersed yet? Is there any variable?" the sage Fu Xi forcibly calmed his mind and looked thoughtfully at the thundercloud that had not yet dissipated.

Just when everyone thought that Yun Xing was dead, the thundercloud seemed to have found that target, and gathered thunder again, this time the gathering was like gathering all the strength, wanting to annihilate the guy who provoked Tianwei at one time.

The old man was also shocked, could it be that this little saint really hadn't died yet?

If it really hasn't fallen, then this time it's the last time, and it's really the talent for thunder that has been carried out.

After all the thunder came together, the thunder changed, no longer a dazzling purple, but into a black silk that wiped out everything, without any bells and whistles, it condensed into a small black ball, flashing in an arc, and it didn't look lethal.

The black ball slowly approached, and just as it was about to approach the ground, Yun Xing's faint phantom clearly appeared in front of the three of them, if Yun Xing disappeared this time, then it would really be destroyed, and there would be no possibility of rebirth.

The moment the black ball touched Yun Xing, it burst out with a white light that made people temporarily blind, and everyone had a premonition in their hearts:

"This little saint...... It's over!"