Again and again, he fought against enemies far superior to him, and again and again he wandered between the limit and death.

This life has only come to this point after going through many struggles again and again.

He has overcome all those hardships, and now this time of cultivation, how can he make him admit defeat here?

Blood spread from Mo Bai's eyes, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and looked at the huge thunder power that swept from a distance, but a roar came from his throat.

On his body, the protective shield given by the curse immortal flickered faintly, he took a deep breath, and actually took the initiative to rush out, like a mayfly shaking a tree, and collided with the power of thunder fiercely.

Boom!

A loud sound rang out, waves of thunder swept out, and the inky white figure flew out upside down again.

Yun Chengcheng was outside, and he could only see the change of Mo Bai's expression, showing a painful expression, but he didn't know how much pain he had endured in it.

The soul of the cursed immortal also entered the soul sea of the angry curse king, and at this moment he was standing outside the thunder soul sea, standing with his hands in his hands.

He looked at the young figure who vomited blood and flew upside down again and again in the sea of thunder, his old face was expressionless, but his eyes moved slightly.

Up to now, Mo Bai has withstood a total of eighteen thunderbolts, and that level of attack is quite enough for even a god who has survived the Heavenly Tribulation.

But the boy persevered.

With this perseverance and tenacity, even the Curse Immortal nodded slightly.

This ink white is really worthy of the reincarnation of the curse lord who has inherited three points of the essence and blood of the Lord God.

Blue is better than blue, and now he has faded away from the indifference and anger of being the master of the curse world, and has become more like a young man who struggles to the limit, like the appearance of the main god when he was young.

"What a desperate little guy, I just want you to take this sea of thunder for yourself, but I don't want to take your life."

At this time, Mo Bai is obviously at the end of the crossbow, and if he continues to hold on, something may really happen.

The curse immortal smiled helplessly, his body moved, and appeared in front of Mo Bai out of thin air.

With a wave of his robe, he dispersed the power of the thunder that came again, and said with a smile: "The first time you can withstand more than twenty thunder powers, that's good, recuperate from your injuries and then continue." This kind of cultivation is not just hard to bear with red eyes, you must be tempered, constantly strong, in order to withstand them again and again, and finally go from bearing them to controlling them. ”

"Okay."

Mo Bai nodded with difficulty, however, just such a slight movement made his muscles seem to be torn apart.

The flesh and blood in the body are like burning.

His chest heaved violently, gritted his teeth and sat cross-legged in the pain.

At this time, the inside of his body was shattered by the power of thunder, and he had to repair it as soon as possible.

The black arc of thunder was beating on the surface of Mo Bai's body, and the power of that trace of thunder power was looking for a crack to drill into Mo Bai's body, hammering this broken body.

Although the severe pain was spreading, Mo Bai could faintly feel that when the severe pain spread, the muscles, bones, and blood became hot, and the strength was growing slightly.

Obviously, the previous frenzied bombardment did not only bring him severe pain and injury.