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Everyone is looking forward to the appearance of the next thunderstorm, the sword roar is generally three hundred and sixty-nine thunderstorms, according to the normal situation, three thunderstorms are the majority, after all, God has the virtue of good life, and there is a glimmer of life left in the destruction, unless the things of the catastrophe are too against the sky, and the heavens do not allow them to exist in the world, they will descend the nine strongest thunder tribulations, and they will not give up if they are not destroyed.

The thunder that pressed against the sky had been brewing for a long time and had not yet fallen, and everyone speculated what kind of thunder it would be, it must be more powerful than the second one, otherwise it would have no meaning for the Netherworld Sword, but what kind of thunder would be more powerful than the evil thunder? The first thunder tribulation of the Netherworld Sword is the most ordinary thunderstorm, under normal circumstances, no matter whether the person or thing is well-prepared, it can be easily passed, and the second thunderstorm is not something that ordinary people can see, this thunderstorm is one of the highest level of thunderstorms, and it is rare to appear in hundreds of years, according to the rhythm of the thunderstorm first easy and then difficult, after the thunderstorm, it must be a higher-level thunderstorm, will there be a Nine Heavens Divine Thunder?

The Nether Sword made a provocative sword roar towards the condensed thunder in the sky, Huo Ran broke away from Lu Xiaonan's palm, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if a child was coquettish, and as if he was saying goodbye, he rotated around him, drawing a circle of deep blue traces in the darkness, suddenly penetrating the seven-colored heavy light array, and rushing towards the thunder.

Lu Xiaonan stared at the blue traces in the distance, and suddenly there was a kind of sour tragedy in his heart, which was the shadow of the idea of the Nether Sword imprinted in his heart.

The thunder clouds in the sky slowly depressed, and the kind of depression made people breathe quickly and always felt dull in their chests, as if they were caught in their hands and left the water, and the blade of death hung over their necks, ready to fall at any time.

Is this a Shenma situation? The higher the level of the cultivator, the more sensitive he felt, the more frightened he became, and he was drenched in cold sweat, as if a catastrophe was about to happen in the next moment.

Lu Xiaonan stared closely at the Netherworld Sword that had not entered the Tribulation Cloud in an instant, only to see a purple lightning Huo Ran hit the Netherworld Sword head-on from the pitch-black Tribulation Cloud, and the electric light of Zizi instantly submerged the small sword that was only thirty centimeters long, but in a moment, the Netherworld Sword penetrated the electric light and continued to impact towards the Tribulation Cloud.

Three consecutive bursts of purple lightning blocked by the Nether Sword, and the original dark color on the sword body peeled off even more, almost all of them were dark blue.

Purple lightning, this is the prelude to the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, legend has it that when the Dao Ancestor who founded the Kunlun School became enlightened, the first thunder was the purple lightning, and then he successively endured the ninety-nine eighty-one Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, a total of eighty-two thunderstorms, and finally survived the heavenly tribulation safely with the supreme Dao method, and achieved the Dao Ancestor Fruit Position. Ninety-nine is the number of poles, and one more than one will surpass the number of poles, and no one can surpass the number of poles after the monk of the Dao Ancestor, so the extra purple lightning is famous, and it is called the Little Nine Heavens Divine Thunder by the monks.

The Nether Sword broke through the bombardment of the four Little Nine Heavens Divine Thunder one after another, which had already caused the onlookers to open their mouths wide, and their eyes were full of extreme desire and greed.

Seeing that he couldn't stop the Netherworld Sword, Huo Ran lowered it again, wanting to use the power of heaven and earth to suppress it back to the ground, but the Netherworld Sword was even more weird while impacting violently, drawing an incredible arc in the air, and suddenly rushed into the Cloud Tribulation from the most impossible angle, immediately stirring up boundless clouds in it.

The inky black clouds seemed to have broken through countless cracked eggshells, and magma-like flames surged within them, and the scorching heat seemed to evaporate the entire earth, and the grass withered and the trees withered. The mouths of the people watching on the ground were dry, and the kind of coercion that was wantonly revealed in the clouds made them unable to use their mana to cultivate in the next half an hour, and they were all prostrate on the ground, which was inferior to mortals, and the seventeen Dragon and Tiger Mountain Taishang Elders who were suspended in mid-air to guard the Colorful Heavy Light Great Array were even more ploppy and fell to the ground, and the hundreds of years old people fell one by one and called a miserable, and those array base array flags and other things were all deeply suppressed to the ground, and there were traces of cracking on those treasures, and it was almost impossible to use the array again.

The Seven-Colored Heavy Light Great Array ranked among the top ten formations in the cultivation world was actually broken by Tianwei like this, this is something that Zhang Changling and everyone present did not expect, and it is also what Zhang Daoling, the first generation of Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, did not expect when he created this formation, after all, manpower is limited, although the formation created by manpower is infinitely close to the Heavenly Dao, how can it win the real power of heaven and earth, and quickly disintegrate and dissolve in front of the real heavenly power, may this be the will of heaven?

Lu Xiaonan was also suppressed by the coercion of heaven and earth, lying on the ground in embarrassment, trying to stand up, but his bones could barely bear his own weight, making a clicking sound, he didn't want to give in like this, but he was powerless to resist the power of heaven and earth.

He roared, using all his strength, only twisting his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the clouds in the sky, he couldn't see what was going on inside the clouds, but he could feel the Nether Sword rushing through it.

The Nether Sword is in the clouds, and there are rolling thunders everywhere in other people's territory, and it can no longer show the advantage of light and treacherous, so it can only resist the impact of thunder with its own strength. The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder is not a single divine thunder, but a golden thunder that will be killed by the Nine Paths into various divine weapons and beasts and other divine objects with one blow, those golden divine weapons and divine beasts and other divine objects seem to have spirituality, each blow makes the Netherworld Sword continue to retreat, the brilliance is dim, and the sword body is full of cracks, and after receiving the second blow, the Netherworld Sword has begun to shatter, and some broken fragments are melted into juice and slide off, and they are evaporated into nothingness before they fall out of the clouds.

At this time, Lu Xiaonan had only been in contact with the Nether Sword for a few months, but the feeling between them seemed to have been together for thousands of years, and they had already been connected to each other, after all, he had been with him in that sad dream. He could feel the grief and unwillingness of the Netherworld Sword, and it seemed that he could also see that the third Nine Heavens Divine Thunder had been brewing, in addition to the divine soldiers and divine beasts, there was also a humanoid thunder standing in it, exuding a god-like luster, which was the imprint of the gods of the tribulation, although it was vague like a layer of smoke, but it had all the power of the means used by the gods when they crossed the tribulation, and its means were many times more domineering than the divine soldiers and beasts.

This is the ninth thunderstorm, and it is the final lore blow!

This time, the figures of the various divine soldiers and beasts in the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder were more condensed, and the previous two Nine Heavens Divine Thunder were only vague shadows when they broke out, but this time it was as if they had real flesh and blood, and they had a substantial body, which was more agile.

Lu Xiaonan's eyes were extremely stinging, blood was spilling out of the corners of his eyes, he struggled to stretch out his right hand to the void, wanting to grab the Netherworld Sword and prevent it from being destroyed, this is his sword, it is his partner, it has become a part of his body, he does not allow it to be destroyed, even if it is God. But his hand made a clicking sound under the pressure, and the bones of his entire right hand were densely cracked, but he didn't feel pain.

In the clouds, the figure of the god suddenly waved his hand like a general, and the divine soldiers and beasts immediately besieged the Netherworld Sword, the Netherworld Sword trembled and hissed, Huo Ran rushed towards the golden thunder in the shape of the ancient Xuanyuan Sword, the two swords intersected, each fighting with all his strength, there was no sound, only the dazzling blue and golden electric light, the two swords retreated separately, the light was dim, and several pieces of fragments on the Netherworld Sword Body Huo Ran fell off, and were burned into a liquid state by the fire of nothingness in the cloud, but it was tightly condensed into a drop of levitation, and it never disappeared into nothingness.

The god waved his arm down again, turning into the Xuanyuan Sword, Pangu Axe, Donghuang Bell, Shennong Ding, Fuxiqin, Kongtong Seal six Kyushu artifacts, as well as the eight golden thunders of the two divine beasts of the White Tiger and the Vermilion Bird, and attacked the Netherworld Sword at the same time.

This domineering blow made the entire cloud tremble, as if the engine of the car was starting, shaking all the dust on the car, and finally only the car was speeding forward. The blackness around the clouds was gone, leaving only a large golden ball with a radius of a mile, and within that ball, the Nether Sword had turned into a cloud of blue juice, incinerated by the endless fire of nothingness.

Lu Xiaonan only felt a heartache, as if something had been pulled out of his body, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out.