readx;? The thunder struck Leng Feng's shoulder mercilessly, without the slightest mercy, and suddenly, the shoulder was as if he had been crushed by a mountain, and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back, looking at the heavenly tribulation above his head, the horror in his eyes was particularly clear. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

How can this be, he has obviously broken through the condensation, why is there still a heavenly tribulation, and this heavenly tribulation is even stronger than before.

couldn't help Leng Feng think about it, and in an instant, it was another one, slashing on Leng Feng's body.

In an instant, the mountain rock under Leng Feng's feet cracked, and his calf sank into the mountain stone. Leng Feng immediately shouted angrily, and the Diamond Sutra was running again, and the severe pain was already unbearable for him.

In an instant, at the top of the mountain, the golden figure that had just disappeared appeared again, but the thunderclouds in the void did not show mercy because the cold front inspired the Diamond Sutra, and the thunder fell strongly, one as strong as the other, from the thickness of the previous arm, directly turned into a tree trunk, ruthlessly splitting down.

On the top of the mountain, the horizontal stones leaped, and the gravel grew longitudinally, like meteors, falling madly to the surroundings. Many trees were damaged by the rubble, and even worse, directly broken.

The top of the mountain is getting shorter and shorter, at least a foot lower than before.

And the cold front on the top of the mountain is also constantly shouting, even though the Diamond Sutra is running, but there is still a smell of charcoal coming out of the body, and another thunderbolt falls, hitting Leng Feng's back fiercely.

For a moment, Leng Feng couldn't hold back any longer, a mouthful of golden blood spit out, and his entire body trembled from the thunder strike.

Looking at the golden body liquid that he spit out, a sentence suddenly appeared in Leng Feng's mind.

"When you break through the concentrating and the aura of heaven and earth enters the body, remember to force out all the golden body liquid, and then pour this essence with mortal hot water, and then integrate it into the body. ”

These are Long Yunxiao's words, and I vaguely remember that in the Holy Ghost City, Long Yunxiao paid great attention to persuading himself. If it weren't for this Heavenly Tribulation, splitting out a little bit of the golden body liquid in Leng Feng's body, I'm afraid I would have forgotten such words.

In the void, the thunderclouds rumbled intensively, shocking the sky, and the thunder struck again, this time it was even more serious, directly knocking the cold front away, and the golden skin on the body appeared a scorched black color at this time.

Another fall, where the cold front was knocked away, and the thunder seemed to be endless, slashing one after another, violently and ruthlessly.

And when Leng Feng suffered a catastrophe, a colorful cloud in the distance floated towards Leng Feng, and a middle-aged monk above the colorful cloud stood proudly, heard the sound of thunder, and suddenly turned around and looked at where Leng Feng was.

"Void Tribulation?" is like a question, more like a self-question, his eyes are a little puzzled, the Void Tribulation is obviously much more serious than this Tribulation, is it the Condensing Tribulation?

His brows couldn't help frowning, Yan's eyes were a little hesitant, and after a few breaths, he waved his arm, and the colorful clouds under his feet walked towards Leng Feng.

The Condensation Tribulation is not something that ordinary monks can accept, only the physique that is against the sky can suffer the Heavenly Tribulation when they break through the Condensation, just because their physique is too strong, especially against the sky, and they are jealous of the heavens, and suffer more severe punishments.

Historical materials are all recorded, such as the Flood Desolation Battle Body, the Chaos Spirit Body, the Desolate Ancient Overlord Body, etc., it is rumored that they were all in the time of concentrating, and then they were cut down by the heavenly calamity.

Could it be that the junior in front of him is also comparable to these anti-heaven physiques, in that case, he will find a treasure by himself.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged monk smiled slightly, although he had many disciples, there were only a few personal disciples. In an instant, the colored clouds disappeared here, and they reappeared next to the thunderclouds, quietly watching the cold front crossing on the top of the mountain.

At this time, on Leng Feng's body, the meaning of gold was particularly faint, and the image was particularly clear compared to before, and the entire body was scorched black, blending with the pale gold.

The thunder fell again, and the cold front couldn't dodge, as if locked by the thunder, no matter how you dodged, you will suffer from the thunder disaster.

Looking at this scene, the middle-aged monk above the clouds frowned again.

Is there a mistake in the historical records, or is it his own negligence, but he immediately shook his head and denied it, the Condensing Tribulation is a small heavenly tribulation, and the power of thunder should not be so strong, why is the thunder tribulation of the monk in front of him like this, which is comparable to the Thirty-Nine Tribulations at this moment.

He had heard before that when a Flood Desolation Battle Body in the Xuan Domain entered the world, when he went through the Divine Tribulation, even if he covered it up, he couldn't make such a big difference, how could this Thunder Tribulation be able to withstand the Divine Concentration Cultivator.

However, this middle-aged monk didn't know that Leng Feng had suffered the power of a thunderstorm before, and at the end of the last thunderstorm, Leng Feng had forcefully dispersed the thunderclouds. It was the act of scattering the thunderclouds and the heavenly punishment that provoked anger that made him pay the price of such a catastrophe at this moment, for his previous injustice to the sky.

The thunder still kept falling, for a whole hour, the top of the mountain had already been cut to the ground, and Leng Feng was also lying on the gravel weakly, panting heavily, at this time there was still a golden meaning on the body, a smell of burnt meat, with the breeze, if it wasn't for Leng Feng's firm will, I'm afraid he would have died at this moment.

Finally, the thunder tribulation was coming to an end, the thunderclouds in the void gradually dispersed, and the last thunderbolt fell, hitting Leng Feng's body fiercely, and the next moment, Leng Feng's body collapsed under the mountain rock again.

The thunderclouds rumbled and dispersed, flipped up in the void, and a seven-colored cloud slowly condensed, which was particularly conspicuous under the starry sky, bright enough to cover the bright moon in the sky.

And outside the wooden house, when Shanshan saw the formation of colorful clouds, the heart that had been carried was also put down, and her eyes were full of surprise.

Not only Shanshan, but the middle-aged monk next to the colorful clouds also showed a smile of even more surprise, and the joy in his eyes was especially obvious.

What the seven-colored cloud is, others don't know, but this middle-aged monk is very clear, the previous flood battle body concentrating on the realm of tribulation, after the emergence is only a five-colored cloud, at this moment, these seven colors, throughout the ancient and modern, is above the historical data, is also unheard of phenomenon.

The seven-colored clouds formed in an instant, thick and intense, and they were about to fall down in an instant.

Suddenly, Leng Feng suddenly rose, and he borrowed his strength from nowhere, looking at the spiritual power that was about to fall, and immediately shouted angrily, and the remaining soul power and spiritual power condensed to form a void barrier, intercepting the falling spiritual power.

"That's what it's about. ”

Looking at this scene, the middle-aged monk was very puzzled, this spiritual power infusion is related, and the subsequent contemplation career, that is the blessing after the catastrophe, and it is a rare creation, he intercepted this spiritual power, it is he who is in such a realm, and he also looked at Leng Feng suspiciously.

Feeling that the falling spiritual power was stopped by himself, he waved his arm suddenly, and a clear spring suddenly appeared, which was the stream next to the wooden house, and then he took out an object and put it into the stream.

"Myelin essence. ”

The monk in the void couldn't help but exclaim, the innate spiritual object, the holy object that was transformed against the scriptures, that is, they and other unspeakable monks, they all wanted to get it urgently, and at this moment he finally knew what this contemplative junior was going to do.

The stream water heated slowly, and after a while, it was steaming, and the marrow essence that had been put in before also slowly melted, making the stream drenched and dripping, turning into a supreme treasure liquid.

"How does he know that this essence is used in this way, could it be that he is a disciple of an old friend?"

You must know that the essence of the marrow is something that ordinary monks who have never heard of, and the monks above the void, if they are not the children of the great sects, I am afraid that they do not even know the use of the essence of the essence. And the contemplative junior in front of him actually knew that he was heating with ordinary stream water, and it was very likely that he was a disciple of the same generation.

And that peer values this disciple very much.

Looking at the marrow essence melting, Leng Feng immediately shouted angrily, and suddenly, the blood vessels of the body suddenly collapsed, and the marrow washing meridian immediately operated, three days ago, after Leng Feng got the marrow washing meridian, he continued to study and operate, just like its name, washing the marrow, washing and refining the marrow will expel its own impurities from the body, and create a more thorough body for itself.

The severe pain can no longer be described in words, the previous thunder tribulation, coupled with the removal of blood at this moment, this pain is the unspeakable middle-aged monk in the void, all of whom are impressed by Leng Feng's actions at this moment.

The marrow washing meridian kept running, and the skin that was originally red turned pale at this time, and the blood flowing from the mountain rock gradually turned golden, flowing along the dense gravel under the cliff.

"Golden blood. Could it be the Golden Body Liquid? Suddenly the unspeakable monk exclaimed again. On this day, he had endured too many frightes, and he could never have imagined that the contemplative monk on the top of the mountain would be so extraordinary at this moment. Immediately, he made up his mind that he had accepted this apprentice, and even if he offended his master, he would snatch him up.

Blood continued to overflow, and after the tea, Leng Feng's body seemed to be hollowed out, and the pale color had turned into a miserable white color at this moment.

Feeling the blood flowing out, Leng Feng's pale face suddenly turned bright, and he wanted to roar but didn't even have the strength to roar, and in an instant, the marrow washing meridian was stimulated to the extreme by Leng Feng.

Replacement of marrow.

It is the most difficult and dangerous urgency of the great blood exchange, the marrow washing meridian continues to embrace the bone marrow, little by little it is stimulated, it is Leng Feng's pale back, at this time at the backbone of that back, a little bit of golden meaning emerges, although it is only a little bit, but the strong meaning is more dazzling than the previous cold front turned into a golden man.

From a distance, it looks like a dragon's back, and it grows stronger and stronger.

"Ahh

Even if Leng Feng didn't have the slightest strength, he was still screaming at this moment by the intense pain and hoarseness.

In just five or six breaths, like five or six years, Leng Feng fell to the ground in a flash, and the golden body fluid in the bone marrow was also forced out by Leng Feng with all his strength, and at this moment Leng Feng was a monk without a drop of blood, and his body was as white as flesh.

Looking at the chaotic spiritual liquid not far away, Leng Feng really didn't have the slightest strength to take it again.

Suddenly, in the Divine Palace, the tired divine fetus stretched out a trace of soul power, hooked up the spiritual liquid, and drove it to Leng Feng.

Just as he was about to fall, a sudden gale struck, and a shallow figure within the gale suddenly waved his arm, snatching away the spiritual liquid in front of the cold front immediately.

The figure in the void appeared, looked at the spiritual liquid in his hand, and then looked at the cold front under it, and a long laugh came out.

"God has mercy on the deity, hahahaha. ”

Then he swallowed the ichor immediately.

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