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The Eight Laughing Bone Monarch laughed for the seventh time.

At the same time, the Roaring Heavenly Venerable poked forward with ten fingers of both hands, and the ten fingers exerted force.

The power of one finger is as high as six billion, and ten fingers are six billion, which can block the seventh laugh of the Eight Laughing Bone Monarchs.

Both of them shook their feet and took seven steps back.

"Roaring Tianzun, all the ten fingers of your hands are used, I see how you resist the old man's eighth laugh next. Laugh at the red dust!"

Ha!

The Eight Laughing Bone Monarch let out the first laugh of the red dust.

The Roaring Heavenly Venerable opened his mouth and spat out, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Ha!

The Eight Laughing Bone Jun sent out a second ha.

Roaring Tianzun vomited a second mouthful of blood.

The same was true for the third time.

This is the case for the fourth time.

Without waiting for the Eight Laughing Bone Monarch to send out the fifth "Ha", the Roaring Tianzun bent his knees downward, sat down on the horse, and actually activated the power of the ten toes of his feet, connecting the fingers of the ten fingers of both hands, and after they were combined, he actually stuck the fifth "Ha" of the Eight Laughing Bone Jun.

I saw that the Eight Smiling Gujun opened his mouth wide, and his teeth were full, but he could not make the last "ha", and his face was very uncomfortable.

And for the Roaring Heavenly Venerable, he couldn't let the Eight Laughing Bone Monarchs send out the last "ha".

Once the Eight Laughing Bone Monarch issued the fifth "ha", no matter how great his ability was, he would be shocked and greatly injured.

Don't look at the amount of blood he vomited before, but compared to the injury of the vitality, it is not a level at all.

In other words, the Eight Laughing Bone Monarch is really going to issue the fifth "ha", and he will at most fight with the Eight Laughing Bone Monarch and lose both.

He thought that his Yuan Power was more than that of the Eight Laughing Bone Monarchs, that is, his cultivation was higher.

No matter what, he has to defeat the Eight Laughing Bone Monarchs.

As long as the Eight Laughing Bone Monarch can't send the fifth "ha", he can be regarded as defeating the Eight Laughing Bone Monarch.

One has to do his best to deliver the strongest blow, while the other has to try to limit his opponent's power.

After a moment of stalemate between the two sides, they both fell into petrification, and a faint aura emanated from their bodies.

The power of these breaths is more powerful than most weapons, even if it is a junior martial saint, if it is a little closer, it will be shocked to the meridians and die.

One hour, two hours, three hours, four hours......

By the next morning, the Eight Laughing Bone Monarch and the Angry Roaring Heavenly Venerable were still in a stalemate, and no one knew how long the two of them would have to remain in this state before they could distinguish between them.

At this time, Fang Xiaowu, who was in the purple qi, was very painful, but he couldn't scream.

As early as when the secret book flew out of the purple qi, Fang Xiaowu was trapped by a strange force in the purple qi.

The force was strange, like an invisible awl that scurried up from under his feet.

Although the speed is not very fast, it has been running for so long that it has reached his waist.

Wherever it passed, Fang Xiaowu felt that it was not his own, as if it had been taken up by something.

He wanted to yell and call the wine fairy.

Fuck, didn't Ba Jiuxian tell him that he was going to be fine, how did it become like this?

However, no matter how hard he tried, there was no way to scream, and even if he activated the Yuan Force in the Purple Mansion, he couldn't do anything.

Just when that force controlled Fang Xiaowu's waist, the Sumeru bead in Fang Xiaowu's lower abdomen suddenly became gloomy, shrinking to the size of a fingernail, isolating itself from Fang Xiaowu's body and protecting itself, showing that it did not dare to be an enemy of the other party.

Seeing noon, that force came to Fang Xiaowu's chest.

Fang Xiaowu originally thought that the strange qi of the middle dantian would suddenly run out to help him solve the power that wanted to control his body, but that strange qi didn't know if it was out of fear or other reasons, so he didn't run out, but just guarded the middle dantian.

As for the rest of the part, the strange aura was left to the power to take over.

When that power came to Fang Xiaowu's neck, Fang Xiaowu had a feeling that he was about to suffocate.

Its discomfort is no less than that of an ordinary person who is locked in his throat, and he is on the verge of death.

Fang Xiaowu didn't know if he could survive.

Anyway, he felt that if he let this force control even the nerves in his head, he wouldn't even know who he was then.

There is no such person as him in this world.

He must not let this force even control his sanity!

Regardless of whether it was useful or not, he began to practice the "Nine Folds and Nine Tribulations" in the purple qi.

Since this exercise entered the first realm, although he has made progress on the basis of the first realm, it is very difficult for him to break through to the second realm.

In his opinion, if he wanted to reach the second level, he would have to cultivate for at least three years.

He didn't know if the reason why his cultivation didn't enter the realm of the gods was related to the "Nine Folds and Nine Tribulations", but in fact, his cultivation had always been unable to rush through, and the yuan force generated by the dantian was always nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.

And the 8.1 billion yuan power in the Purple Mansion, since it was not generated by the lower dantian, although it could be used, it could not be used to increase cultivation.

Otherwise, he would already be a martial immortal.

He didn't care about what happened outside the purple qi for a long time.

Seeing that power coming under my nostrils, I felt not only suffocated, but also my head was cracked and painful.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration gave him an epiphany.

No matter how much he resisted, he couldn't be an opponent of that force.

The power of that force was far beyond his comprehension.

If he is destined to lose himself, then simply let himself lose himself, rather than let something else take him away.

So he emptied his body, even his sanity.

And by doing so, he completely gave up resistance, and without resistance, that force occupied his head in a blink of an eye, even the Purple Mansion.

Now he, except for the middle dantian and the Sumeru bead in the lower abdomen, has become not his own.

It also means that Fang Xiaowu, his soul, has left the physical body, but he doesn't know where he has gone, and he is completely in a state of "emptiness".

I don't know how long it has been, it may be a moment, it may be a day.

Fang Xiaowu suddenly felt that his sanity had returned, and the moment he came back, he clearly saw that in his mind, the God of War Ding kept glowing.

Through the God of War Ding, he vaguely saw two figures fighting each other in the boundless void, both of them wearing armor with strong fighting spirit.

The armor, I don't know what it was made of matter, looked very gorgeous, but it was full of ancient power, as if it came from the beginning, and it seemed to come from ancient times, even the gods could not perceive their age.

With a "boom", the God of War Ding suddenly shook violently.

After that, he heard one of the women let out a very unwilling scream, and disappeared from the God of War Ding without a trace.

At this time, another woman in the God of War Ding raised her head, peerless, heroic, and it was the first martial artist.

Fang Xiaowu was slightly stunned.

In an instant, his body suddenly exploded, and the vitality of the lower dantian exploded.

The old vitality disappears, the new vitality is generated, the meridians of the whole body are completely penetrated, and every pore is like bathed in warm but not hot sunlight.

Cultivation is a breakthrough, out of the early stage of the god realm!

A new Martial God was born, and it was an unprecedented Martial God.

Between the lightning and the fire, Fang Xiaowu finally understood what kind of calamity the second level of "Nine Folds and Nine Tribulations" belonged to, but it was the "Void Tribulation".

Different from the "Desperate Tribulation", the "Void Tribulation" talks about the realm of emptiness.

Only emptiness can reach ethereal, and only ethereal can break through.

At the same time, Fang Xiaowu also understood why his cultivation had not been able to break through to the Divine Realm.

The "Void Tribulation" is the "Great Tribulation" that comes out of the Divine Realm.

"Ninefold Nine Tribulation Gong" is not a mortal-level exercise, once you practice the first level, the physical body will follow the exercise to improve.

When he survived the "Void Tribulation", no matter whether his cultivation was at the peak of the Creation Extreme Realm or in the early stage of entering the Martial Realm, his cultivation would break through to the early stage of the Divine Realm.

In the same way, if he couldn't survive the "Void Tribulation", he would never be able to break through his cultivation.

The magic, or weirdness, of "Nine Folds and Nine Tribulations" lies here.

In this way, he only needs to cultivate the "Nine Folds and Nine Tribulations" in the future.

When he was lucky for a big week, and this time the big week, no longer a day, but an hour, found that the "Tengyun Gong" he had cultivated before had disappeared, and he didn't feel its existence at all, as if it had been swallowed up by the "Nine Folds and Nine Tribulations".

Rumble!

Before Fang Xiaowu understood what was going on.

A purple qi rushed into the sky, straight into the sky, and the night sky suddenly formed a huge spiral nest, and the aura of true immortals was swirling.

At this time, all the cultivators on the land of thousands of miles could feel a force attacking their bodies, no matter how high their cultivation was, even if they surpassed the Martial Saint, even if they had reached the peak of the Martial Dao, and had not yet crossed the tribulation and ascended, they also had a sense of powerlessness.

This is the supreme power when the feather transforms into an immortal, commonly known as the "power of the true immortal".

With a bang, the mushroom stone shattered, but no one was harmed.

Everyone looked up blankly, including the Eight Laughing Bone Monarch and the Angry Roaring Heavenly Venerable, who had already stopped.

"Fang Xiaowu, the old decay is about to soar, the coming day will be long, we will have a period later. ”

A voice sounded in Fang Xiaowu's ears, it was Ba Jiuxian.

In an instant, the fairy light flourished, and a fairy aura wrapped a figure in the sky and flew up, breaking through the clouds, shattering the void, flashing away, and there was no sound.

"Look for death!"

I suddenly heard a roar, but it was the Eight Laughing Bone Monarch.

Yes~

A terrible scream sounded thousands of feet away, and even the Yuan Soul was lost by the white bone staff, the chessboard in the left hand, the secret book in the right hand, and the head was shattered, which was different from the fish.

Sonorous!

The Roaring Heavenly Venerable suddenly came to the outside of the Eight Laughing Bone Monarchs, with an extra spear in his hand, and staggered with the White Bone Staff of the Eight Laughing Bone Monarchs.

In an instant, the two of them flew backwards ten feet backwards, exuding a strong fighting spirit, and the earth trembled slightly under the feet of the two of them.

"Ho, ho, ha, ha, ha......"

Suddenly, a figure flew up from the ground, like a demon king of the mixed world, unstoppable, and the five fingers of his right hand were grabbed like a dustpan.

With a bang, the Eight Laughing Bone Monarch took ten steps back, his throat was sweet, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of true blood.

He is at least seven hundred years old, and at his age, living one year less is equivalent to one point closer to Lord Yama.

"You!"

The Eight Laughing Bone Monarch's white bone staff was thrust into the ground, and he wanted to launch the "Red Dust Eight Laughs" to fight the other party again.

Suddenly I heard the sound of "Zheng", like tuning the strings.

I saw that the man was sitting next to the different corpses of the fish, the broken military piano rested on his lap, and his hands played, and the sound he made was the "Martial Saint Demon Suppression Song".

And he is Wen Baichuan, who has already been killed by Hua Tianwei.