Even though the Four True Monarchs were sure that they would be able to kill Zhang Zichen with one blow, no one was willing to break into this Longtan Tiger's Den.

Even Jiang Qing, who hated Zhang Zichen so much, honestly quieted down.

"Why, you don't have the courage to come up and grab the treasure, you don't have the courage to kill me?"

Zhang Zichen laughed while absorbing the aura, looking at him, the injury seemed to be almost better.

Seeing that the Four True Monarchs remained silent, Zhang Zichen sneered: "Since you don't dare to come forward to kill me, then I'll send it to the door, how about it?"

Say it!

Before the Four True Monarchs could figure out this, Zhang Zichen had already carried the power of thunder and lightning around him and ran towards them.

"Damn! He's coming! This idiot wants to drag us to death together!"

"He wants to die with us, it's not that easy!"

"What should I do?

"Whoever takes the risk, you go!"

The Four True Monarchs looked at the sneering thunder and lightning and ran towards them, and none of the four dared to make a move.

Use your true qi under the thunderstorm, unless you are impatient to live.

"Run, run, only run!"

"When Zhang Zichen dies in this thunderstorm, we will collect his body again!"

"That's right! Moreover, even if he survives the thunder tribulation, he is only a weak monk in the realm of Da Luo Jin Immortal, when the time comes, we have so many strong people, kill him, isn't that still a sentence?"

The Four True Monarchs discussed it urgently, and they all felt that escaping was the most suitable way at the moment.

So the four of them, turned into four rays of light, and fled from four different directions.

After all, Zhang Zichen's cultivation was weak, and by the time he ran to the edge of the square, the four true monarchs had already escaped.

The sky, torrential rain, thunder.

Zhang Zichen glanced up, only to see the sky, and a thunderbolt instantly slashed down.

In the blink of an eye, thunder and lightning struck the top of Zhang Zichen's head.

Bang!

Zhang Zichen was dizzy from the beating, and knelt on the ground, and it was difficult for him to regain his senses.

This thunder tribulation is too strong.

"Damn! Let the Four True Monarchs escape!"

Zhang Zichen was a little regretful that he couldn't bring a fatal blow to these powerful monks.

However, at this time, Zhang Zichen set his eyes on the more than 30,000 soldiers in the air opposite.

These more than 30,000 soldiers are only two or three kilometers away from the edge of the Immortal Island of the Ten Thousand Saints Dynasty, and Zhang Zichen can reach it with a flash.

"Hey, hey, hey, since the Four True Monarchs have escaped, then I'll pull you on my back!"

Zhang Zichen sneered, stood up suddenly, moved his feet, and flew towards the more than 30,000 soldiers.

But suddenly......

Bang!

A thunderbolt hit Zhang Zichen, Zhang Zichen's head was stunned, and he fell under the sea.

Zhang Zichen, who had been relieved for a long time, finally came to his senses when he fell into the sea.

"Die to death!

Zhang Zichen was already crazy, he carried a huge thunder grid, flew up from the sea, and rushed towards the more than 30,000 soldiers in the air again.

And those 30,000 soldiers are not stupid.

Among them, there are many powerhouses in the late stage realm of Daluo Jinxian such as Zhu Hongyu and Ouyang Ying.

When they saw that something was wrong, they had already started shouting loudly.

"Everyone, run! Zhang Zichen is flying towards us!"

"Run, run, run! Zhang Zichen wants to die with us!"

For a time, more than 30,000 soldiers of the five major forces began to be chaotic.

And Zhu Hongyu, Ouyang Ying and others who have cultivated to higher levels have fled in a hurry.

As for the gold-armored, red-armored, and yellow-armored soldiers, it was a mess.

Before they could escape, a figure carrying the power of thunder and lightning had already rushed up from under the surface of the sea.

"Hahahaha! Die Die! Die Together!"

Zhang Zichen flashed all over his body, and another thunderbolt in the sky hit down.

But Zhang Zichen's body flickered, and he instantly hugged the two monks.

Thunder and lightning fell from the sky, and the two monks were immediately electrocuted.

The two of them died without pain.

But others are not so lucky.

Zhang Zichen rushed into the crowd and into the army.

His thunderstorm, the thunder and lightning around him, also resonated with the other monks.

One by one, the monks cried out in horror.

"Oh my God, I've been affected, I can feel my thunderstorm!"

"Me too! I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm still the first realm of immortals, and I can't survive the thunder tribulation at all!"

In this instant, thousands of monks were affected.

But Zhang Zichen's eyes glowed with red light, he wanted all these monks to be buried under his thunderstorm!

Bang!

In the sky, another even greater thunderbolt fell.

The people who were closer to Zhang Zichen were all directly shattered in their bodies, and their souls were wiped out.

And those who were a little farther away were felt by the aftermath of thunder and lightning, and a trace of electricity was generated in these people.

At this time, more than 30,000 monks, at least 25,000 were affected.

Only a small number of people remained, and they fled far away.

Bang!

A thunderbolt is stronger than a thunderbolt.

Zhang Zichen was directly hit in the chest by this thunderbolt and bounced him out.

Zhang Zichen was catapulted to the Immortal Island of the Ten Thousand Saints Dynasty.

He was covered in clothes burned by lightning and stood naked in the torrential rain.

But he laughed.

Zhang Zichen smiled as he looked at the more than 20,000 monks on the opposite side who had been affected by the thunderstorm.

Because at this moment, in the entire sky above Penglai Immortal Island, dark clouds gathered, tornadoes were formed, and lightning was raging.

Of the more than 20,000 people, how many of them can survive the thunder tribulation and become a half-step golden immortal like Zhang Zichen did at the beginning?

This ending is not known for the time being.

At this time, Penglai Immortal Island was like the end of the world, and over the sky, more than 20,000 tornadoes flashing with thunder and lightning quickly formed and rotated non-stop.

The crowd was confused and began to scream, everyone in fear.

No one wants to die, no one wants to die so badly.

And those who have fled far away want to flee further.

Those who are a little more daring quietly hide and hide not far away.

They wanted to see what kind of shocking scene it would be for more than 20,000 people to cross the catastrophe at the same time.

Zhu Ling Zhenjun of the Fire Clan fled to a distance, and only then did he turn around, looking at the scene behind him, his heart was pounding.

"This Zhang Zichen is really ruthless!"

"If you had found out earlier that he was going to cross the catastrophe and kill him directly, then nothing would have happened. ”

The true monarchs of the other clans also fled to a distant place one by one, wiping the sweat from their foreheads.

They looked back at the sky, at the more than 20,000 people who had been affected, and their faces changed.

On the contrary, it was the people of the Kunlun Holy Realm, five hundred people came, and five hundred people left safely.