Mi Qiong spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, and when the continuous talisman was about to shatter, he suddenly felt the pressure on his body loosen, and a cold and dull old voice came from behind him.

"Please also ask Mi Daoyou to breathe first, and the old man will help you!"

The huge black armor swept in, and jet-black thunder erupted from the huge metal palm, frantically defeating the violent aura that was tyrannical and tumbling, allowing the blade-like air flow to leave shocking scars on the armor.

Mi Qiong was overjoyed in her heart, and her figure immediately retreated backwards, holding a medium-grade spirit stone in one hand, and frantically absorbing and pranayama, it can be said that every second counts, and she didn't even have time to say a word of thanks to Zhao Shenbi, who came forward in disguise.

At the moment outside the ferry, Zhao Shenbi felt how terrifying this storm was, although there was a strong and abnormal armor that removed most of its strength, but after the aftermath was transmitted into his body, it still made his qi and blood surge, and the meridians continued to sting.

However, compared to Mi Qiong's blocking method of hitting hard and flowing spiritual power like rushing waves, in Zhao Shenbi's mysterious and noble Purple Gold Qi Mansion, the unique domineering thunder platform rotated wildly, and actually inhaled the surrounding chaotic spiritual energy storm into his body one after another, replenishing the majestic and deep pitch-black thunder pool.

And the thunder light in Zhao Shenbi's hand continued to stir, throwing out thunder spears with the meaning of silence, doing his best to reduce the pressure on the ferry's protective light curtain.

On the ferry, although thousands of monks were entrenched in the room, through the transparent light curtain, everyone clearly saw this scene, saw the Heavenly Gate monk who did not retreat, and saw Mi Qiong and the black armor priest who shot with all their strength in the aura storm.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless.

In the hearts of all the monks, an extremely complex emotion emerged, and those monks who traveled beyond the realm spontaneously walked out of the room and frantically poured spiritual power into the formation to stabilize and maintain the shattered light curtain.

A golden Buddha light rose to the sky, and a monk sat on the lotus flower, breaking through the air, his hands were folded, his expression was compassionate, and his voice was like a bell, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" Today, the little monk is willing to advance and retreat together with the two benefactors to resist this impersonal aura storm!"

It was actually a monk in the late stage of the Manifestation Realm who had been hiding and cultivating, and finally broke out at this moment, jumped out of the fifth floor, shining with golden light, and came to the side of Zhao Shenbi, sitting cross-legged, exuding a bright Buddha light, resisting the spiritual storm pouring out like a flood.

The monk had a young face, like a young man, with fair skin and a compassionate expression, holding a string of dark wooden prayer beads, without the slightest trace of fireworks on his body.

"All the ways to do things are like dream bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such. At this moment, he kept chanting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and the golden spiritual power all over his body was stirring, scattering into a warm golden light, like a golden-bodied Arhat, indestructible, and immovable like a mountain.

At this moment, the ferry had arrived at the center of the aura storm, and the power of this air current had instantly climbed to its peak, and the armor that Zhao Shenbi had transformed into had already been scarred and almost shattered.

Even on the monk's vajra-like body, after a short period of resistance, there were bone scars one after another, and wisps of golden blood flowed out.

On the ferry, the formation light curtain seemed to be unsustainable, and the speed of generating the barrier was gradually unable to catch up with the speed of being destroyed, and I could only watch it become thinner little by little, like the death scythe that kept falling above its head, making it impossible to resist and unavoidable.

On the deck, the glimmer of hope that had just been ignited, like a spark, seemed to be about to be extinguished in an instant.

Mi Qiong's expression was sad, and he laughed miserably: "Is this the will of heaven?"

Zhao Shenbi's heart was also like a battle between heaven and man, struggling with difficulty.

If Mingzhe protects his life, he is ninety percent sure that he can get out of the situation of consuming another armor, get out of the aura storm and return to the ground, and then find a way to go to the Zhongzhou Imperial City, and he must be able to barely reach it.

But this boat full of people, I'm afraid that there will be more than one spin, and they actually rushed up to help Zhao Shenbi break a road to the center.

After the young monk recited Amitabha Buddha lightly, his eyes flashed with golden light, stepped on the bright lotus, and rushed straight to the forefront, resisting the terrifying air flow of eighty percent, allowing the golden blood of his body to flow, and his cultivation breath plummeted, and he began to fall from the late stage of the manifestation to the middle stage of the manifestation, and it seemed that he would soon fall into the early stage of the manifestation.

However, the monk's face was extremely calm, without the slightest hint of regret, and his expression was compassionate and reverent.

At this moment, under the convergence of thousands of eyes, the black armor soldier disappeared into the center of the storm in a flash, disappearing from everyone's field of vision.

After entering this center, Zhao Shenbi's body seemed to be shattered at the moment, and the black armor soldier collapsed on the spot, so that he had to sacrifice a nail pill again, and his body was integrated into it, so that he could stabilize his body.

In the midst of this storm, there was chaos all around, and even the slightest mental power could not be released, leaving only the boundless terrifying air current, which made people tremble.

Under the armor, a touch of madness appeared on Zhao Shenbi's face, and he urged the Sumeru Baoyu directly out of his sleeve, held it in his hand, and poured it all into the jade wall at the great risk of being completely shattered and becoming an idiot.

His face was hideous, his muscles were violent, and his voice was like thunder, "Sumeru, it's up to you!

As soon as these words came out, the sleeping will trembled slightly, as if he heard the call of the master, calling this ancient name, although it still could not be completely awakened, but it still burst out with a terrifying suction, sucking the surging aura of the riot into the jade wall frantically.

Sumeru Baoyu trembled slightly, and suddenly there was a sense of surprise, as if he felt the endless majestic aura contained in the surroundings, and immediately burst out of an even more terrifying suction, which actually caused a huge vacuum to be sucked out within a radius of dozens of zhang!

At this moment, these majestic spiritual qi that merged into it immediately condensed into a full 100,000 lower-grade spirit stones, and under the shattering again, they turned into 1,000 medium-grade spirit stones, which were instantly included in the space ring with a look of ecstasy on Zhao Shenbi's face.

A faint consciousness emerged from the jade wall, like a murmur, and kept resounding between Zhao Shenbi's heart lake.

His mind moved, and he no longer condensed this spiritual power into a spirit stone, but fused it all into the Sumeru Jade, making it suddenly bloom, pure and dazzling, and his aura rose rapidly.

From a distance, the majestic and huge aura storm, although it was still fierce and violent from the outside, and had not weakened in the slightest, but from the very center, it had begun to collapse and collapse, and the wind and waves were calm.

After this earth-destroying aura storm was absorbed to seventy percent, a sense of satisfaction and saturation came out of the bleak jade wall for the first time, and solemn and ancient lines immediately emerged on the surface of the body.

This pattern carries a long-term atmosphere of the beginning of the world, Zhao Shenbi is even more unheard of, unseen, completely unable to get a glimpse of the true meaning, and even at a glance, there is a feeling that the mind is about to be lost.

He immediately put away the Sumeru jade, and flew towards the ferry, through the only remaining weak storm, and in the stunned looks of Michon and the young monk, he instantly returned to the ferry, and disappeared.

And that desperate aura storm, from the inside to the outside, collapsed and disintegrated inch by inch, scattered into spiritual energy, and dissipated between this heaven and earth.

Zhao Shenbi stepped back into the room, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper, but it was still difficult to hide the excitement from his soul.

In the Sumeru jade, an ethereal and pleasant female voice suddenly came, "Master......"

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