"Haha! This time, Zhang Zichen will die!"

Suddenly, Tan Lu burst out laughing, from the first time she saw Wuxin and the seventy-second room, Tan Lu thought that Zhang Zichen would definitely not be Wuxin's opponent.

Therefore, seeing that Zhang Zichen had failed and was surrounded by Lei Mang, Tan Lu smiled, as if her guess was correct, and he was just happy about it.

However, Tan Lu's happiness made Feng Ruotan, Lu Wenxing and Mao Zhijing dissatisfied.

"Damn stinky woman! Brother Zhang won't lose!"

"That's right! Tan Lu Zhenjun, close your crow's mouth!"

"I also support Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang's strength is so strong, it will be fine!"

Feng Ruotan and the three of them were very dissatisfied with Tan Lu, but they seemed to be a little insincere.

At this moment, Zhang Zichen was obviously wrapped in the thunderstorm and screamed, without the slightest ability to resist, according to this situation, Zhang Zichen's life was in danger!

Tan Lu, who was originally laughing, suddenly showed a sad expression, and she said with anticipation: "I don't know if this unintentional monk will take away the treasures on his body after killing Zhang Zichen......? Later, I just hope that the heartless monk will keep the teeth of those two centipedes! After being built, they are also two demigods. ”

Tan Lu was alone, muttering a lot, but it was nothing more than caring about the treasures on Zhang Zichen's body.

This made Feng Ruotan and the others hear it, and they were so angry that they gritted their teeth one by one, and they couldn't wait to rush up and slap Tan Lu's mouth.

However, they are not Tan Lu's opponents.

Once before, Feng Ruotan and the others ran up to duel with Tan Lu, but the difference in strength between them and Tan Lu was too great, there was no doubt that Feng Ruotan and a few of them were beaten by Tan Lu all over the ground.

At this time, if you rush up again, it can only be done by fools.

The current Feng Ruotan and the three of them can only silently bless Zhang Zichen in their hearts, only hoping that he can survive this danger and defeat the unintentional monk!

......

At this time, it was daytime, the sun was shining, and the light was very bright, but the thunder mangs surrounding Zhang Zichen were flickering non-stop, even more dazzling.

More than a dozen zhang with Zhang Zichen as the center, all of them were shrouded by this huge thunderbolt.

Zhang Zichen's screams of pain continued to spread from the thunder.

This situation lasted for about half a cup of tea, and it was not until all the golden fragments that burst out of the golden Zen staff exploded that the thunder gradually weakened.

"Zhang Zichen, this time, I'm sorry for you. ”

Heartless hands folded, Amitabha.

In Wuxin's mind, he seemed to see Zhang Zichen disappear in his thunderstorm, such a strong thunderous anger, let alone Zhang Zichen, I'm afraid that even Wuxin himself is not sure that he will be able to survive this thunder.

Because of these thunderbolts, they can melt the heartless body in an instant.

However, with the continuous weakening of the thunder, when the last trace of thunder also flickered a few times in the air and disappeared completely, the scene in front of him surprised Wuxin.

Because Zhang Zichen did not die, let alone ashes.

Zhang Zichen, he is still suspended in mid-air!

It's just that at this time, Zhang Zichen was all over his body, but all his skin leaking in the air, his face, hands and feet were all melted into white bones.

The skin and muscles on these three parts were all burned clean by this thunderbolt.

Moreover, even the only remaining white bones of Zhang Zichen have become charred black, as if they have been roasted in a high fire for a long time, and they will shatter when touched.

However, Zhang Zichen was still standing in mid-air, the golden wings on his body were slowly fanning, and he was still holding the Black Crystal Divine Sword in his hand, and his whole body was full of light, as if he had no intention of being injured.

Wuxin looked at Zhang Zichen in surprise, frowned, and said with a wry smile: "Zhang Zichen, I didn't expect your life to be quite hard." This thunderstorm of mine, ordinary people can't withstand this level of attack, and I have no intention of admiring you is the five-body throwing to the ground! Amitabha!"

However, Zhang Zichen was expressionless and could not speak.

The charred black skeleton on his head, with a golden helmet, was slightly oversized.

Zhang Zichen seemed to hear Wuxin's words, and wanted to say something, but when he moved like this, he found that he couldn't open his mouth at all.

The only thing Zhang Zichen could move was the skull, and the skull's mouth moved a few times, making a clicking sound.

failed to speak, and in the end Zhang Zichen could only give up and wait quietly.

In fact, at this time, if Zhang Zichen can speak, all he wants to say is shouting, shouting in pain.

Because only Zhang Zichen knew best, the scorched places he was not only his face, hands and feet, but even other parts of Zhang Zichen were also injured to a great extent.

If you don't want to touch it, you will find that the Supreme God of War armor on Zhang Zichen's body still exudes unbearable heat.

That is to say, the skin that was wrapped under the armor of the Supreme God of War was also burned.

At this time, Zhang Zichen can be said to be up and down, and there is no one intact.

And this pain filled Zhang Zichen's mind, stimulating Zhang Zichen's pain nerves.

Therefore, if you can speak, Zhang Zichen's first sentence is to scream in pain.

But fortunately, Zhang Zichen not only has his own extremely strong healing ability, but the peach tree spirit in his body also played a major healing role at this time.

This peach tree spirit is like an internal doctor in Zhang Zichen's body, and it seems to be some liquid with a super rebirth function, it is constantly swimming in Zhang Zichen's body, bringing Zhang Zichen a trace of cool breath, and at the same time, it is also rapidly healing Zhang Zichen.

It is precisely because of the existence of this peach tree spirit that Zhang Zichen has been able to persist until now, otherwise, I am afraid that he would have disappeared in this unintentional thunder.

As soon as he thought of this terrifying power of Wuxin, Zhang Zichen secretly sighed that he was too underestimated.

"I'm seriously injured, it seems that Wuxin is ready to make the final blow, if this time, I can survive from Wuxin's hands, then the next battle, I must be cautious, absolutely not distracted!"

Zhang Zichen thought so in his heart.

The eyes on his empty skull stared at Wuxin, but in fact, Zhang Zichen's eyes had been burned clean by the thunder just now.

The reason why Zhang Zichen was able to feel his unintentional every move was because of Zhang Zichen's divine sense.