Thundered......

With the formation of kilometer thunderclouds, the terrifying thunder pressure, like a majestic mountain, was suppressed with a bang.

On the firmament.

Dense electric snakes surged out of the thunderclouds and raged in the sky.

The torrential rain was wiped out in an instant.

The area where the thunderclouds are located has formed an eerie rainless zone.

Feeling the panic and thunder, everyone on the cruise ship was stunned.

"What, what's going on?"

"Damn! Haven't you already crossed the Thunder Sea? How can this kilometer thundercloud still appear? ”

"Going to die, going to die! Thousands of meters of thunderclouds, once they fall, Da Luo Immortal can't save them! ”

……

The big guys who were still excited and trembling hands all fell into boundless despair at this time.

The big guys' bodies trembled, their bodies were cold, and they were afraid, like an invisible hand, pressing everyone into the abyss of despair.

A thunderbolt was enough to kill a fierce beast that rivaled a true dragon.

Now, the kilometer thundercloud is purely composed of heavenly thunder.

Its destructive power is clear to both fools.

Even though everyone witnessed Bai Xiaofeng's relaxed freehand just now, he raised his hand and grabbed the scene of the thunder.

But at this time, there is no hope in sight.

A thunderbolt can easily explode.

But how many thunderbolts does a kilometer-diameter thundercloud contain?

"So, slam on?"

Bai Xiaofeng raised his hand, rubbed his nose, and looked at the kilometer thundercloud in the sky in horror.

"Huh!"

In his mind, Hades Venerable's voice rang out: "Bi, it's exploded." ”

"......" Bai Xiaofeng.

He felt the urge to beep the dog.

Because, he really can't understand, at this time, where did the iron-headed baby get the interest to ridicule?

The kilometer thundercloud fell down.

Could it be that the ironhead baby is still alive?

Why doesn't he have any pressure in his heart?

The lonely old monk sat up straight from the chaise longue with a rare solemn and serious expression.

Looking up at the thousands of meters of thunderclouds in the sky, he slowly folded his hands: "Amitabha, the Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" ”

Voice, echoing above the cruise ship.

Connection.

Everyone looked at the lonely old monk.

In the crowd, one of them asked in dismay.

"Holy monk, can you block this kilometer thundercloud?"

It was nothing more than that the man would ask such a question in exclamation.

Most of the people of Buddhism can say this, all of them have the idea of sacrificing their lives for righteousness and sacrificing their small lives to save their big lives.

With this exclamation sounded.

Even Bai Xiaofeng, who was at the bow of the boat, was shocked for a while, and turned to look at the lonely old monk.

Could it be that the unscrupulous master can really block this kilometer thundercloud?

Be reasonable.

Although he has followed the unscrupulous master since he was a child, the old bastard still has a thick veil of mystery in his heart.

He didn't know how much the unscrupulous master was hiding from him.

However, in terms of strength, he has never measured it clearly.

However.

The lonely old monk looked solemn and shook his head: "Amitabha, the poor monk means, let's wait for death together." ”

"......" Bai Xiaofeng.

"......" the bigwigs.

Thundered......

On the firmament.

Kilometer thunderclouds continued to roar, and countless thunderbolts shuttled and stirred in them.

However, the thunderclouds did not fall immediately.

Rather, it is condensed and gaining momentum.

As if waiting for a tipping point, and then, blatantly, it fell.

Don't give the "ants" below a chance to breathe.

On the sea.

The cruise ship is still moving forward.

But no matter how you accelerate, the kilometer thundercloud overhead is always directly above.

Everyone looked at the kilometer thundercloud in despair, feeling the terrifying thunder pressure like a prison.

At this moment, even the big guy who is high up on weekdays has an illusion like an ant.

Manpower, facing the sky, no matter how big, is just an ant.

"Actually, it's not a bad thing, if you can carry it, the Thunder Sea will definitely be over."

A sound broke the dead silence on the deck.

Everyone followed the sound.

Bai Xiaofeng's expression was indifferent, and he turned his head to look at Feng Changqing.

At this time, Feng Changqing looked lonely, but the corners of his mouth outlined a helpless smile.

He didn't immediately refute Feng Changqing's words.

In fact, Feng Changqing's words do make sense.

In the thunder sea area that I drove just now, although the thunder struck down, relatively speaking, the thunder was really not strong.

Compared with the kilometer thunderclouds overhead now, it is nothing in comparison.

If it is said that the previous thunder block, although it is terrifying, it is not so bad that people can't get through it.

For thousands of years, if the Thunder Sea was really that simple, it is estimated that there are not a few people who have climbed the Abbot Sacred Mountain.

Although, there is no such thing as a peerless genius.

But if you put it into the long river of time, the number will increase.

In fact, for thousands of years, there have been only a few people who have been able to climb the abbot sacred mountain.

It is estimated that there are only thousands of kilometers of thunderclouds above the head that can stop those peerless geniuses and climb the Abbot Sacred Mountain.

Once you get through the tribulation of the kilometer thundercloud, it can be regarded as a cloud opening and seeing the moon.

It's like the upper and lower limits of a thing.

The lower limit determines the eligibility to participate in the property.

The upper limit determines the harvest of this achievement.

If the Thunder Sea outside the Abbot Sacred Mountain is an infinite upper limit, then the existence of the Abbot Sacred Mountain is purely superfluous.

The sacred mountain that no one can climb has been passed down with legends, so what is the point?

The rest of the bigwigs also nodded at Feng Changqing's words.

However, the expressions of the bigwigs became more and more dead.

Everybody knows that.

But the key is, who can survive the kilometer thundercloud?

Bai Xiaofeng raised his hand and rubbed his nose, and suddenly thought of something.

He exhaled heavily and walked towards Huo Quai, who was at the stern of the boat.

Huo Quzhi raised his eyelids, calmly glanced at Bai Xiaofeng who came over, and said, "I know what you want to ask, but, I don't know." ”

Bai Xiaofeng was stunned for a while.

"Seniors don't know? How did the predecessors get to the abbot mountain back then? ”

Of all those present.

Only Huo Qubing went to the Abbot Sacred Mountain back then, and how to spend the Thunder Sea area, Huo Qubing also has the most right to speak.

As for Hades.

Although the iron-headed baby knew about the abbot Divine Mountain, when the iron-headed baby was still in the yang world, she never had the idea of the abbot Divine Mountain.

As for the time when he was radiating the aura of a king in all directions in the underworld, his eyes were completely blind to the Zhangshen Mountain.

Huo Quzhi smiled bitterly: "Back then, I was taken in by the people of Shenshan. ”

What the?!

Bai Xiaofeng was suddenly stunned.

Is there anyone else on Mount Kinabalu?

Huo Quzhi was accepted by someone?

Is this okay?

However.

That's when it happened.

Thundered......

In the sky, the thousand-meter thunderclouds that were gathering momentum suddenly erupted into an even more deafening roar.

And with it.

A voice of exclamation and fear rang out.

"Down, down, thunderclouds, pressed down."