"He Zhenren, you are also a person from outside the party, I don't know that if someone else carries the heavenly thunder on your behalf, the next heavenly thunder will be doubled in power? Even if you carry this one. The next one will definitely not be able to carry it, is it worth it?! The fat man also shouted to He Zhenren.

He Zhenren looked at my grandfather who was holding his hands flat in the sky and carrying the thunder with the strength of one person and said: "The essence blood of the minister was given to the yellow skin, and he gave up his body, he has him in the yellow skin, he has the yellow skin, and there is no distinction between each other, and the minister is at this time, it is more equivalent to the puppet of the yellow skin's death, this may be the condition they negotiated at the time, to guard the spirit of the yellow skin, and to carry a future catastrophe for the yellow skin, otherwise he would not choose to give up his body." ”

"Can you stop him?" I watched my grandfather gradually be swallowed by thunder and lightning, and the feeling in my heart could not be expressed, and in the end, I could only ask such a sentence, can I stop him? Can you save him?

"You don't feel it. This is your grandfather's choice, and so far, maybe it is the best place for him? Would he be such a proud person that he would allow himself to be neither human nor demon after death? He Zhenren looked at me, his eyes were very complicated.

The heavenly thunder devoured my grandfather, and at the same time devoured the erhu that my grandfather regarded as a treasure, but in the end, this heavenly thunder carried it over, and those who were about to leave just now chose to stay because of my grandfather's appearance, which is a variable. A total of blood.

"Your grandfather at least won. When Liu Bowen thought that Huang Pizi would die, his appearance carried a thunder for Huang Pizi, invisibly. It is equivalent to winning Liu Bowen and others, 10,000 shares of moderation, and a hundred years of ministers. Sanliang, the same blood of the Guo family, I don't know where you think you can grow, but I hope you can be like your grandfather, never forget your original intention. He Zhenren said at this time.

He Zhenren's words are true, when they were about to leave, my grandfather's appearance surprised them, and it really came to their level of struggle. If you can surprise the other party, you may be considered a victory, and the master will pass the line between the death line. Liu Bowen looked at my grandfather who was swallowed by thunder and lightning, and looked at the top of the mountain again.

At this time, He Zhenren also looked at him and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist under the mountain, He Anxia will bet with you for a game, and I will bet that the next yellow skin can carry another thunderbolt, do you dare?" ”

"Why don't you dare?" Liu Bowen at the foot of the mountain said softly, after my grandfather who was buried with Huang Pizi was sacrificed, I am not optimistic about He Zhenren's gamble. Because I feel that the yellow skin that has been struck by thunder and lightning will not be able to resist the next one nine times out of ten.

"Bet on a favor, how dare you?" He Zhenren called again.

"Come!" Liu Bowen stood still, looking at the clouds in the sky, above the clouds, the next thunder was ready to go, and in the big pit in the direction of my grandfather's cemetery, there was no movement, if it wasn't for the fact that the thunder had not dispersed, I would even think that the yellow skin who crossed the catastrophe today might have died in the catastrophe.

The bet between them began, Huang Lao, Zhuge Qingfeng and others were standing, everyone was waiting, the outcome of this gamble may soon be revealed, and the next thunder is already the sixth. Although they didn't tell me, nine is the ultimate number, and the sky is thundering, and it shouldn't exceed nine.

Even if you carry this one, there are still three.

The sixth heavenly thunder brewed for a while and finally fell, this time, the heavenly thunder even made me feel fear, and I had the urge to kneel down, but at this time, I suddenly thought, what I know is that there is a demon here, but what if I don't know? Tomorrow, how will others understand the huge thunder and lightning that happened above the lock village? Or nine in a row? At the time of today, has the weather forecast issued a thunder and lightning warning for the lock village?

Just when I was thinking wildly, that heavenly thunder finally slashed down, this time, there was no pillar of light coming from my grandfather's grave, it seemed that there should be no resistance, that heavenly thunder, instantly blew out a deep pit on the ground.

"He Anxia, you owe me a favor." After Liu Bowen finished speaking, he turned around and left, I also closed my eyes, some things, I almost succeeded but fell short, I can't bear to look at it again, even if I don't like Huangpizi anymore, my grandfather just died again because of it!

"Daoist friend stay, did I lose?" He Zhenren said with a smile, I raised my head, and saw that the clouds that were about to disperse just now gathered again at this time, that is to say, the yellow skin essence that was directly slashed by the heavenly thunder was not dead!

Liu Bowen stood there, also slightly stunned, He Zhenren smiled: "You are really not Liu Bowen anymore." ”

The people under the mountain didn't speak, He Zhenren was left, but it was a tragic victory, when the heavens thought that this yellow-skinned essence was dead, it didn't die, that was at most a breath left, this is only the sixth way, the next three heavenly thunders, the yellow-skinned essence is destined to be unable to carry it.

In this small game, He Zhenren narrowly won.

But if grandpa's strongest backhand is not available, what we lose is the princess's grave.

This is the biggest problem we are facing, even He Zhenren's face has become extremely ugly, thinking that the yellow skin essence can not be carried again, this is almost inevitable, the last time he did not die, he used his body to carry it, this time, what does it carry?

Liu Bowen and the others finally didn't leave this time, the seventh heavenly thunder is about to come down, seeing the pregnancy of the thunder and lightning in the clouds in the sky, my face is pale, this lightning splits the yellow skin essence, I have a feeling of overkill, really, the current yellow skin essence, even the first heavenly thunder may not be able to carry the past, let alone this lightning that simply represents the wrath of the heavens?

At this point, I'm hoping for a miracle.

It was at this time that the ground under my feet suddenly shook, and in an instant it shook like a mountain.

"! Earthquake?! The fat man grabbed me by the collar, pulled me and began to run up and down, He Zhenren laughed, and jumped down the whole mountain while laughing, and the whole person fell like a fairy in the sky. And I was much more embarrassed with the fat man, almost rolling down the hill at the same time.

As soon as we ran and jumped down the mountain, the supreme view behind us began to collapse with the sound of rumbling, boom, boom, the whole back mountain collapsed, and the supreme view collapsed.

At this time, I stood in front of Huang Lao with the fat man, he looked at the mountain, and almost frantically muttered: "The supreme view is down, the sand river is dry, the princess's tomb is flat, and the supreme view will end today!" ”

After the Supreme View collapsed, the voice continued, and the mountains and fields were like thousands of horses galloping, and the fat man smiled bitterly: "Reinforcements are coming, but there are still two ways, who can carry them?" ”

Countless small figures, like locusts crossing the border, rushed towards my grandfather's graveyard, and as far as the eye could see, it was densely packed with all of them, this was the reinforcements in the fat man's mouth, the invincible army of yellow skins that appeared in my grandfather's notes!

The collapse of the back mountain, the supreme downfall, is accompanied by countless yellow skins gushing out in the demon cave in the back mountain!

These yellowskins ignore all of us, and they have only one target, and that is my grandfather's grave, where the yellowskins of the tragedy are!

They're running fast, and they're here in the blink of an eye!

One by one, they were piled up, one after the other, one on top of the other.

Countless yellow skins were piled up on top of my grandfather's grave, a tall tower made of yellow skins! It's a human wall!

The seventh world-destroying lightning finally struck at this time.

The yellow skins did not flee because of the lightning, they were unusually quiet, just piled up, and the lightning cleaved down from the top of the tower, layer upon layer, and in that moment, the stench of burnt paste spread.

From beginning to end, not a single yellow-skinned man escaped.

The back mountain is a mountain of demonic energy raised by the dragon qi of the princess's tomb, and everyone knows that most of the yellow skins in the back mountain of the lock village are fine, they may not be strong individually, but the number is so large that the power of gathering.

Finally, he was able to resist the seventh heavenly thunder.

"Starting today, there is no yellow skin in the lock village, I don't know if this is Guo Zhongyong's plan, or Guo Gengchen's, I have to say, the supreme view is down, the tomb of the princess of Shahe is dry, this is not an unfounded proverb, fat man, I also said at the time that he went to a faint trick, so many yellow skin essence will be the party sooner or later, but after this, will there be? All of this may seem unrelated, but in fact they are inextricably linked. Trade? Who is taking advantage of whom? Even if it can be resisted, who can carry the next one? The fat man looked at Tian Nian and muttered.