"Boom"

"Come, if you can't kill me, you are my grandson."

"Boom ,,。"

"Hahahaha,,grandson,."

A thunderous roar resounded in the sky, and Lao Song's wild laughter never stopped.

Lao Song's hands have turned into a scorched black piece, and it seems that this thunder has still hurt Lao Song to a certain extent.

The electric light flickered in the clouds, and the dark purple thunder continued to fall from the sky one after another.

Every thunderbolt was torn to pieces by Lao Song, turned into a point of light and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Why did you stop?"

At this moment, the thunderstorm that kept falling from the sky stopped, and the muffled thunder that rumbled behind the clouds disappeared.

The whole world fell into a dead silence, giving people an inexplicable sense of danger.

"The last thunder is coming" Xiao Wubo's tone was full of solemnity,

When we heard this, our scalps exploded, and the hairs on our backs stood up.

The last thunder is definitely not comparable to the previous heavenly thunder, and it is absolutely not comparable.

If you can't bear this thunder, then

"Old Song, come back, you can't bear the last thunder."

Thinking of this, I hurriedly shouted to Lao Song, with obvious anxiety in my words,

"No problem, I can withstand that thunder, you hurry up and run to the side for a distance, I'm afraid it will affect you." Old Song turned his head and shouted at us,

Just as I was about to open my mouth to persuade Lao Song to say a few words, my father grabbed me, shook his head at me and said, "Believe him." ”

I glared at Lao Song fiercely, turned around and followed Uncle Bing, and quickly swept into the distance,

Damn, this grandson takes care of his own majesty, and he doesn't have a sense of danger.

"Qi is not wrong, you are not a thunderbolt, I beg you to kill me, hahahaha,,。"

Listening to the familiar wild laughter in the air behind us, we couldn't help but shake our heads helplessly, this grandson can be obscene at any time,

But I have to say, this Qi Wuyi is really not a thing, what a bad habit, he loves to use thunder to split people so much, and he really thinks of himself as a thunder man.

At this moment, the sky seemed to suddenly darken, and immediately returned to normal.

The thunderstorm exploded suddenly, and a huge lightning bolt with a diameter of five or six meters and a thickness suddenly fell from the sky.

This loud noise shook our eardrums and began to buzz, and we involuntarily covered our ears, for fear that another thunder would deaf our ears.

"King Kong Eight Prisons, broken."

Old Song's golden figure was like a statue, standing motionless, quietly watching the thunderstorm,

The claws were struck by lightning too much and had already turned into pitch black, slightly bent, and the bruised tendons on the arms were rising.

He turned his head to look at us, looked back at the thunder, and let out a loud shout, and then rose to meet the thunder,

After opening the Buddha Fury Vajra, although his body is much larger than ordinary people, it is incomparably small compared to the giant thunder.

With my own strength, I fight against the power of heaven and earth, to tell the truth, now I admire the grandson of Lao Song, it's too majestic,

"Boom,."

This huge thunder was different from before, and it was not directly torn to pieces by the old Song Dynasty and dissipated.

Instead, as if he wanted to devour Lao Song, he wrapped his body in thunder,

In the dark purple thunder light, a figure can be faintly seen, Old Song,

Hands slowly spread wide, as if grasping something,

"Hahahaha,,Lao Tzu has passed,."

Suddenly, the huge pillar of thunder light was shattered by a bomb, and with a bang, it turned into countless tiny points of light.

Like the fireworks we set off during the New Year, it is extremely gorgeous,

A figure with a wild laugh, like a leaf falling in the wind, quickly fell from the sky,

"Old Song ,,。"

Seeing this scene, we were all anxious, and rushed towards the position where Lao Song fell.

Why, the state of the Buddha's anger is gone, according to this situation, if you fall from such a high place, you will be half-crippled if you don't die.

Just when we were extremely anxious, we saw rolling yellow sand on the ground in front of us, turning into a giant hand, grabbing Lao Song who fell from the sky and holding it in his hand.

Grandpa bless, it's really the ancestor who has appeared, no, no, it's the fat brother who has appeared,

"Hehe, it's okay, if you take a step slowly, Lao Song will probably have an accident." The fat man took the bottle of Anubis and smiled bitterly, at this time his face was like white paper, and he couldn't stop breaking out in a cold sweat.

Looking at this situation, the fat man is about to collapse, and his feet are almost unstable.

Six Fingers hurriedly walked a few steps beside the fat man, raised his hand to support him, and carried him on his back,

"Fat brother, can you lose weight?"

Just when the fat man was just carried by the six fingers, I saw the six fingers' body sink down suddenly, and tears were about to come out.

"What's that, little Liuzi, calm down, drive back to the palace." The fat man smiled and waved his hand,

I dare to guarantee that if it were not a matter of life and death, if the fat man had not been injured, he would have been hacked to death by Six Fingers,

"Okay, go back to the palace, Your Majesty, you have to be careful, if you are assassinated one day, it will not be good" Six Fingers smiled coldly and threatened quietly,

When the fat man heard this, he was trembling, and he smiled, not daring to continue to ridicule.

The giant hand gathered by the yellow sand gently put Lao Song on the ground, and a gust of wind rose on the ground, blowing away all the yellow sand.

"Old Song, you're fine."

When I saw his injuries at this time, my eyes were about to pop out.

There are no injuries on the body, but the palms of the hands are almost burnt.

The skin was burned a lot, and if you looked closely at the wound, the white bones were clearly visible.

"What do you say, it's almost baked chicken feet," Old Song said angrily, glaring at me fiercely,

"Stop, stop, can you not be poor." I hurriedly waved my hand at him, with a wry smile on my face,

"Yes, with your stinky hands, you can compare to a human roasted chicken feet, which is an insult to human chicken feet." The fat man nodded again and again, and said indignantly,

Everyone looked at each other, whether they were injured or not, they all burst into laughter.

At such times, if you can laugh, it means that there is hope,

Besides, as the saying goes, if you smile for ten years, it doesn't hurt to laugh more.

Watching Lao Song struggle to raise his legs and kick at the fat man in the air, the fat man waved his thick arms in the air,

These two grandsons are really interesting enough, they can fight so hard in the air, they are really strange men,

After a simple treatment by his father, Lao Song's hands were tightly bandaged, and the thing that served as bandage gauze was rune paper.

However, whenever everyone is happy, there will always be a shameless and incomparably unscrupulous grandson who comes out to dismantle the stage.

"You kid is good, in the eight prisons of King Kong, the first prison can be used so skillfully, it's very good." Xiao Wubo's tone was full of appreciation, and he didn't wait for Lao Song to be modest, and then shouted: "The Qiankun Great Array is about to start, and you guys are still happy." ”