With a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, the second heavenly thunder once again fell on the stone pile.

This time, the stone pile was no longer able to withstand the bombardment of the thunder.

When the thunder dissipated, the stone pile had disappeared, and even the "Old Man Dong" who had been scattered on the stone pile before was completely turned into nothingness.

Hai Penglai is dead.

Hu Tian died.

Huang Baoshan died.

Even the Ninth Master died.

The four of them were not only dead, but also scattered, and they couldn't even leave any traces of their existence in this world.

Maybe it's really fate, or maybe it's intentional on the part of Old Man Dong.

His final fate, like those immortals, turned his soul into nothingness, and his physical body completely disappeared.

When I saw this, I honestly regretted it a little.

I shouldn't have hesitated just now, I should have seized the opportunity to fish a handful on the stone pile, at least let Old Man Dong's ashes be left a little bit.

Even if there were more stones grabbed than the powder washed away by the rain, then what a fucking thought!

"Hiss"

"Boom"

At this moment, the stone pile has been blasted to the point that there is no slag left, and a hole has appeared in the ground, about two meters in diameter, which is a bit exaggerated compared to the original small pit.

The edge of the crater was only a meter away from me, and if the pit had widened any further, I would have to fall.

The evil and the sound of the evil have already exploded, but unlike the original sounds, the current evil and the sound of the evil and the sound of the spirit obviously have a feeling of "submission to softness".

Maybe that's an exaggeration.

How can two simple voices give people a soft feeling?

I really can't describe that situation in words, maybe only those who are there to listen to it can feel it, those voices seem to be alive, and they are begging for mercy.

But it didn't last long, and it changed in an instant.

The sound of the thunder suddenly turned into a muffled thunder, and the sound continued and resounded endlessly.

The sound of evil became sharp in an instant, and the sound of a reinforced fingernail scratching a blackboard almost didn't crack my eardrums.

This voice also sent a message to me.

Just now, the mountains and rivers were begging for mercy, but now, it seems to have found that begging for mercy has no effect and is ready to resist.

Desperate, the natural dog jumps off the wall in a hurry.

This truth is not only understood by living creatures, but also by the eyes of mountains and rivers.

At that time, the wind blowing out of the crater was even more terrifying than before.

The gust of wind seemed to have condensed into substance, forming a column of black and white fog that was intertwined with each other, and rushed straight into the sky.

Just now, it was a thunderbolt that slashed it, and now, it seems to want to split a thundercloud.

The pillar of fog shimmered with a dazzling white light, and the black part of it looked very conspicuous.

When this pillar of fog rushed out of the hole, the wind brought out at that moment almost didn't lift me up.

If I hadn't prepared in advance, squatting on the ground, gritting my teeth and holding the nails, I'm afraid I would have been carried up to the sky by the strong wind.

Because the white light emitted by this pillar of fog was too dazzling, as soon as I saw this burst of light, I subconsciously closed my eyes, and the unbearable sourness could not be relieved for a long time.

After about half a minute, I felt better, and then I had the courage to carefully open my eyes a slit, but I didn't dare to open them all, for fear that my eyes would be blinded by this white light.

But when I opened my eyes, the reality wasn't that dangerous.

The white light on the pillar of fog had become much softer at this time, and it was not dazzling at all, and it was not even possible to feel the light on it.

It looks like it's just a pillar of fog that intersects black and white.

I looked up and saw how high the pillar of fog was, I couldn't tell, but as it was, it was high enough to touch a thundercloud.

The eyes of the mountains and rivers are really damn worthy of the eyes of the mountains and rivers, and the ability to compete with God with this hand, as well as its courage, has far surpassed the land of yin and yang.

This pillar of fog has already collided with the thunderclouds, but whether it has pierced the thunderclouds in the air, I can't see this clearly, after all, my position is too close, if I stand a little farther away, I can still see it.

At that time, I suddenly noticed that the movement of the thunderclouds was much faster, which should have something to do with the fog column rushing into the sky.

"Boom"

There was no third roar in the sky, but a muffled thunderclap.

Maybe God can't bear the provocation of the mountains and rivers, and the thunder is like the wrath of the sky, it keeps ringing, and even gets louder and louder.

This is a contest between the eyes of the mountains and rivers and God, I am just a bystander, at most I am a partial.

When the muffled thunder and the evil sound of the mountains and rivers echoed together, I found that the veins of my hands were getting more and more painful.

You don't have to look at me to know that the skin on the veins must be still rolling up, as if I want to peel off my whole skin.

I was helpless at the time, and said that my grandfather and those old-timers who were washing their grievances shouldn't fool me, they didn't say that there would be this phenomenon at all, they just clicked on it, saying that they wanted to lose their lives, and didn't mention that there would be other dangers.

If you think about it, I think it may be a complication that inadvertently leads to the thunderstorm.

When the power is great, the load on the body will naturally be great, although I haven't heard of any formation based on the skinning of living people, but this is not certain.

As I pondered this, I looked down and realized that I was overthinking.

The skin at the veins had stopped curling, as if it had reached its limit, and the exposed flesh looked very dazzling.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But as it happens, it was at this time that I heard a drum beat.

"Knock Knock"

The sound was very steady, the rhythm and volume of the voice did not change, and it continued to sound in its original state.

As I looked left and right, looking for the location of the sound, I suddenly realized that it seemed to be coming from within me.

It's not a drum beat.

It's the sound of my heartbeat.

"What's going on" I lowered my head and looked at my chest, a little panicked in my eyes.

With the sound of my heartbeat, every time it sounds, my left chest will rise and fall obviously, as if something is beating inside, trying to rush out desperately

Before I could figure out what was going on, I felt a sudden darkness in front of my eyes, and my body was out of my control for a moment.

Immediately, I retched without warning, and in a few moments, I felt as if I had vomited something.

After another minute, my vision returned.

As soon as my vision returned to normal, I glanced at the floor to see what I was spitting out.

At this look, I was immediately shocked into a cold sweat.

All I vomited was blood.

But the strange thing is that when I vomit these things, there is no blood in my mouth, to be exact, nothing at all.

"What's going on?"

The moment these words came out of my mouth, I noticed that my voice had changed a little, as if I had broken my throat by smoking a lot of cigarettes, and it sounded very hoarse.

"Could it be that the force of the formation is too great, and God still wants to take something away from me" I muttered, slowly raised my head, and looked at the thunderclouds in the sky that were fighting against the fog pillar, and my expression was a little dull: "God doesn't bring such a thief, you really want to force the living to a dead end."

The sound of the mountains and rivers and the evil spirits caused by the veins of the mountains and rivers still did not stop, and the muffled thunder in the sky was getting louder and louder.

The third sound caused by the Shangqing Heavenly Descent Array has no shadow until now.

Maybe it's still a fire, and God won't take things out on credit first if he doesn't receive the account

Thinking about this, the expression on my face gradually became hideous, and the words unwilling seemed to be imprinted on my face.

"Thief, my God, I've lost five years of life, isn't that fucking enough?!!"

"How the do you want to kill before you stop?!!!"

I yelled hysterically, the anger in my eyes getting thicker.

At this moment, in the mountains and forests not far away, a familiar voice suddenly came.

"Changshan !!"