Chapter Eighty-Three: The Fall

The desperate heart of the monk surnamed Huang at this time made him unreasonable, psychologically distorted, and he wanted to curse everyone again, just because his heart was very unwilling.

Some monks looked at the formation of a cloud covering a radius of two miles above their heads, and a thunderstorm would soon come.

If you don't leave, the Thunder Tribulation will sense other creatures in the Tribulation area, and the Thunder Tribulation will increase exponentially, and then there will be no way to heaven and no way to enter the earth.

Therefore, some monks left the platform angrily and resentfully, and were extremely unhappy with the monk surnamed Huang and Qingyangmen.

"Nima's, bastard. ”

"your eighteenth generation ancestor, Lao Tzu only needs to cultivate for a while to break through, ah!"

"Why is this happening, if you miss this time, when will you break through? Fuck you uncle!"

"The surname is Huang, you can't die well..."

"Qingyangmen, Lao Tzu and you are not finished. ”

"I've written it down. ”

"This time I must get it back, hum!"

They looked at the platform where the monk surnamed Huang was, and their anger was undisguised.

However, what made people even more dissatisfied with the monk surnamed Huang of Qingyangmen was that those monks who thought he was about to cross the tribulation and left the platform saw that the thunder tribulation had undergone an incredible change......

When they thought that they would be fortunate or unfortunate to witness a Jindan enlightenment, and when they thought that even if they could not continue to cultivate, they could at least watch the Jindan Tribulation, but after a dull abnormal sound, the calamity clouds in the sky disappeared without a trace as if they had never existed, leaving no trace.

"Uh, what's going on?"

"No more crossings, huh, I'll fuck your mother!"

"Damn, this mongrel is definitely deliberate, able to suppress cultivation, why did you do it just now?"

"Is the disappearance of the aura a ghost of Qingyangmen?"

"Sure enough, it's strange that none of the people from Qingyangmen left the platform. ”

"The people of Qingyangmen, give us an explanation!"

"Yes, it has to be explained. ”

"Although Qingyangmen is powerful, it can't insult the heroes of the world like this. ”

Some of the monks wanted to return to the platform, but the barrier made them helpless, and the barrier could not be entered, so it is conceivable that their anger was not unreasonable.

Some monks use their weapons to split and crack in the hope of splitting the barrier, but there is nothing but sparks.

The people in Qingyangmen didn't know what was going on, so they didn't answer one by one, and Feng Yi had a gloomy face, he wanted to use his divine sense to see what happened to Senior Brother Huang, but unfortunately, his divine sense was rebounded by the barrier, and he didn't know the reason, so he had to stand up and say loudly:

"Everyone, calm down first, if you want to say suspicious, isn't it even more suspicious there?"

He pointed in the direction where Yang Chen was, where it was shining brightly at this time. Feng Yi looked at the thinking of the monks, and immediately said:

"As for my brother's tragedy, we will definitely give you an explanation for it. ”

No one is easy to fool, of course, many people are just taking advantage of the situation to make a fuss, as for whether there is an explanation, everyone knows that the so-called explanation is just a sentence, and there is no practical benefit.

Therefore, Feng Yi said that he would no longer pay attention to them, but stared intently at the platform where the monk surnamed Huang was, his brows were tightly locked, and a trace of bad premonition struck......

The monk surnamed Huang wanted to detonate the only remaining aura in his body and use the last hope of life to pull a cushion, but the wish was beautiful and the reality was cruel.

When the aura was furious and the thunder tribulation was about to fall, the little snake of the silver-gray snake attacked again.

Shout!

With a flash of silver light, it went directly into the Dantian of the monk surnamed Huang.

An irreversible devouring force suddenly appeared, and the remaining aura in the body of the monk surnamed Huang quickly disappeared.

He slowly lost consciousness in fear.

The thunderclouds in the sky also disappeared, but the corpse of the monk surnamed Huang also emitted a puff of white smoke, and Hua flew in ashes, which was the effect of the poison, and there was not even any clothes left, everything was blown away by the wind, leaving no trace.

There was only a small silver-gray snake left above the platform, looking sleepy, looking in a certain direction, leaping off the platform and disappearing without anyone noticing.

The monk surnamed Huang seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, which caused quite a stir in Qingling Mountain, and the keeper of the soul bead of Qingyangmen saw the fragmentation of the soul bead of the monk surnamed Huang and knew that a monk had fallen, but this was not worth paying attention to, because he was not that important, and also because this was the rivers and lakes.

When you don't have enough strength, if you die, you will die, no one will remember, and no one will regret it, there are people dying every day in this world, and people are forgotten every day, and the monk surnamed Huang will not be in the memory of others soon, of course, the sad thing is that he has been running for so long in the "Extreme Dao Classic", and he doesn't even have a name, which is a kind of sadness.