"How so!"

The ancestor of the Fu family roared angrily: "How can the Jindan Heavenly Tribulation be so terrifying! ”

"No wonder the road is broken, it has been difficult to continue for thousands of years, there is such a terrifying heavenly tribulation, who else can achieve Jindan!"

The wind could not tremble, frightened, confused, afraid.

These patriarchs of the ancient human race couldn't help but feel sad about the death of rabbits and foxes.

"Don't be pessimistic first, everything has a glimmer of life, there will always be a way."

Su Zhen Lao Ni was the most awake at this time, and woke up the person in the dream with a word.

"When Wang Laoji wakes up, let's ask him whether this is the achievement of Jindan or what's going on."

"That's right, what if it's not the Jindan Thunder Tribulation, but Wang Laoji has done something hurtful?"

The faces of several ancestors eased a lot, and they waited quietly.

"Ahem, ahem!"

At this time, the ancestor of the Wang family woke up and spit out a puff of black smoke from his mouth.

"Sheng'er!"

He opened his eyes and immediately looked towards the minefield.

Sheng'er can't have anything, in him, Wang Laoji sees hope for the future of mankind.

Over there, the electric light flickered, it was white, and the breath was extremely chaotic, and it was impossible to see whether the people inside were dead or alive.

"Wang Laoji, don't worry, tell us, is this heavenly Jindan Thunder Tribulation?"

The wind couldn't hold him down, trying to ask for an answer.

However, the ancestor of the Wang family was amazingly powerful, and he broke free from their involvement.

Although it is not a golden pill yet, it can be regarded as a half-step golden pill.

He shook his sleeves and looked coldly at the huge dark clouds in the sky, and at this time, except here, it seemed like evening all around.

"I have achieved Jindan, but this is not Jindan Thunder Tribulation!"

He knew very well that the Jindan Thunder Tribulation would never be like this.

The thunder tribulation, which was touched by something, did not leave any way for the ferryman to survive at all.

"Jin Dan, how did you achieve Jin Dan!"

Several ancestors obviously shifted their focus and were bent on soliciting the Jindan road.

This is the only time in thousands of years that I have seen the unbroken Jindan Road!

"My phone was split just now, and the Jindan Road is only available to the person inside."

He pointed to the scene where the electric light dissipated, Wang Sheng was his grandson, and he couldn't do anything, even if he lost a few old things......

"Major General Wang?"

How many people feel incredible, Major General Wang has Jindan Road?

Suddenly, they were a little relieved, the ancestors of each family thought that their talents were not weaker than anyone else, and now Wang Laoji took the lead in breaking through the Jindan, and only with the help of external forces could he surpass them.

From this point of view, Jindan Road is really in Wang Sheng's hands?

In the distance, Wang Zifu took out his mobile phone and saw that Su Yiluo's reprinted exercises were hanging high in the group.

Fortunately, these ancestors don't care about the world at all on weekdays, and their children and grandchildren have not handed over the exercises to the patriarchs.

The electric light dissipated, and Wang Sheng gasped, and at this time he already held a half-human-sized Qiankun ring in his hand.

The incomparable Heavenly Tribulation slashed on the Qiankun Ring, leaving not even a mark.

"He's still up to it!"

Wang Laoji said in surprise suddenly, pondered for half a second, and suddenly waved his hand resolutely: "My Wang family is forty percent, go and take the heritage in the ancestral hall!" ”

"Yes!"

Wang Chengyuan shouted the loudest, his son's life and death were imminent, so he couldn't help but be in a hurry.

When the patriarchs saw this scene, they were silent at this time.

"How can I save it?"

After a few breaths, Su Zhen Lao Ni waved the Buddha dust, straight to the point.

Everyone knows that the Jindan Law can't disappear anymore, even if it costs them their lives.

"I'm from the bottom of my family, I'm afraid I'm going to smash it out today."

The Fu Family Ancestor sighed and took off a scale hanging from his chest.

This scale is somewhat like a dragon's scale, it has been broken, and it is mottled with ancient rhyme, only half the size of a palm.

"Fuxi scales!"

Several ancestors were shocked in their hearts, this was the scales on their ancestors' snake tail.

According to legend, Fuxi Nuwa is a human head and a snake body, and the matter of scales seems to be true.

"Ahh

On the other side, Wang Sheng roared angrily, and Qiankun smashed the thunder again and again, violently consuming merit to restore the injured body.

"There is a seed down, a heads-up battle!"

He roared, staring madly into the heavenly eyes.

At this moment, a hint of fear appeared in the dark golden eyes.

What I am afraid of is the breath of the Qiankun Ring.

Innate treasure, born from heaven and earth, can't even control the way of heaven, let alone it?

"Look at the move!"

Wang Sheng shouted violently, facing the thunder, and slowly stepped in the air.

The glazed bricks and tiles appeared under his feet, turning into a blue cloud ladder leading to the sky, step by step, close to the eyes to intercept it!

No matter how rebellious the catastrophe is, it will also land according to the strength of the person who responds to the catastrophe.

Although it has mutated, the strength has always been at this stage, but it is endless, and it will consume him to death.

If you can withstand it once, you can withstand it a second time!

"Nonsense!"

The ancestor of the Wang family roared angrily, but unfortunately the sound was quickly drowned out under the thunderstorm, and only the rumbling sound of the sky and ground could be heard.

"It's hateful, if I cultivate ten heavenly stems and twelve earthly branches, I can smash you with one sword!"

Wang Sheng gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, and the Qiankun ring grew bigger and bigger, resisting thunder and lightning.

"Smack!"

Wang Sheng coughed up blood, and an electric ray of lightning pierced his liver, and the blood flowed for a long time.

"Phew, it's a liver burst."

Wang Sheng sneered, without the slightest fear, such a pain, I don't know how many times.

"Labor and management will kill you!"

Under pressure, like a giant against the sky, he rose step by step, walking towards the dark clouds.

The mellow spiritual power resisted stubbornly, even if half of his body was numb, it couldn't make him regress in the slightest.

"Why do you suddenly feel that I can't use my Fu family heritage?"

The ancestor of the Fu family silently put away the scales and watched the sky.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a lightning shadow slashed out from the thunderstorm, which was the same as the description of the Chaos Bell.

"Just an imitation, you want to kill me too?"

Wang Sheng's mouth was overflowing with blood, but people were getting more and more energetic, and the Qiankun Ring was an indestructible treasure, smashing the lightning chaos bell heavily.

"Smack!" There was a bone pop, and three of his fingers exploded into a mist of blood.

"Hit! Shoot you! ”

Wang Sheng laughed happily, getting closer and closer to his eyes, and he saw that his eyes were afraid.

"Boom!"

The thunderclouds gathered wildly, and lightning fell like a torrential rain, among which there were many square seals, maces, flags, and banners, but they still couldn't spit out through Wang Sheng's defenses.

Qiankun Huan is too rebellious to the sky, even if the power is not obvious at this time, it still relies on its own power to crush the power of heaven and earth, and if you don't agree with it, you will smash the robbery eye.

"Father, the background has been brought!"

Wang Chengyuan crawled all the way, holding a golden incense that was about to burn out in his arms.

This piece of golden incense can draw a trace of power from the ancestors of Fuxi, and it can kill the enemy with all kinds of power.

However, at this time, Wang Laoji waved his hand and told him not to make a sound.

Everyone's eyes were full of eyes, and they didn't leave Wang Sheng's figure an inch.

He was already hundreds of feet above the ground, and he was about to be submerged in the clouds.

At this time, the bronze color of Qiankun Ring faded, revealing its original face, like a full moon, silver swaying, every time it was hit by the thunderstorm, a little bit of text emerged, and Wang Sheng's body was connected in tandem to resist the thunderstorm.

(End of chapter)