Above the sky, there is still a muffled thunder rolling, lightning pierced the night sky again and again, as if brewing a bigger thunder, finally, another lightning bolt fell, straight towards the flying stiff, this time the flying stiff not only did not dodge in panic and panic like last time, but suddenly rose from the ground, and hit the lightning in the face of the lightning, how powerful is this, the evil thing against the sky dares to face the thunder, is this challenging the power of the sky?

Wu Feng was frightened when he saw it, he never expected that this flying zombie would be so bold and reckless, and he dared to face the thunder, just like an ant challenging the giant elephant, is this not clear about looking for death?

For a moment, Wu Feng admired this flying stiffness a little.

"Boom"

After a loud bang, unsurprisingly, the flying zombie was struck by the thunder again, and its body fell straight down, and a cloud of white smoke rose from its body again, like extinguished fireworks, and it also emitted a smell of burnt hair.

Wu Feng quickly understood why this flying zombie would do this, because it knew that it couldn't dodge, it was a death both horizontally and vertically, it was better to go head-on, maybe there was still a trace of life, but under such a heavenly might, it could only be exchanged for a head-on attack, and the end could only be a miserable word!

"Lao Zhao! You're going to have to hold on! ”

A voice came from overhead, Wu Feng looked up, but saw that on the roof ridges around him, there were four old Daoists, all of them trembling and weak, and one of them was standing in front of him, Lao Dao, who had already spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell to the ground with a bang.

Then, the old Dao walked quickly in the direction of the old Zhao from three directions, and the three of them seemed to be seriously injured, and their bodies were swinging when they walked, and some of the corners of their mouths were still bloodstained.

A few of them reluctantly ran to the side of the old Zhao and helped him up, and one of the old Dao cried out sadly: "Old Zhao...... Lao Zhao...... You can't die, just now I advised you not to force the thunder, your cultivation has not yet reached that point, so you will die...... Old Zhao......"

The three old Taoists shouted around the Taoist priest called Lao Zhao, but that Lao Zhao never opened his eyes again, suddenly, Wu Feng seemed to understand something, the two heavenly thunders just now, it turned out to be the joint efforts of these four old Taoists, among which the one called Lao Zhao is the main force of the thunder, this leading the heavenly thunder is not a joke, there is no strong cultivation as a backing, it is almost a death, the technique of the heavenly thunder, Wu Feng has heard the master say before, even if it is a person who is a profound cultivator, it is very laborious to lead out the heavenly thunder, it has a lot of damage to his own cultivation, and no one is willing to use such a big spell until he is forced to do so.

And these four old ways, in terms of cultivation, at most they are similar to Lao Liu Tou's, if they want to lead out a heavenly thunder, it can be said that it is even more difficult, not to mention whether they can lead it out, even if it is introduced, it is not far from death, because their cultivation is too weak, and they must exhaust their strength to draw out a heavenly thunder.

None of these old Taoists have the ability to lead the thunder, but when they add up, it's almost the same, but there must be a person as the introduction, just like the wick of the candle, when the candle is lit, the wick will also burn, and the Taoist who will be Lao Zhao is the wick that leads the thunder this time.