On the periphery, Dahan and others have already begun to cross the robbery, and the scene is a little scary, almost a dozen people have formed a thunder robbery circle.

"I'm scary, it's terrifying to think about it, let alone witness it with my own eyes!" One person looked frightened, although he was destined to die in the world, and he had seen too much life and death, but when he saw such a catastrophe scene, he had to admire.

"This thunderstorm is a bit fierce!"

"The man with the fiery red knife in his hand can still stand firmly after sixty-nine thunder tribulations, this is a grade C thunder tribulation!" said an outlaw looking at the big man and surprised.

This C-level Thunder Tribulation is not comparable to the B-level Thunder Tribulation, the first-order abyss, although it is also lowered according to the level of the Thunder Tribulation, but the power is multiplied.

Using a simple number calculation, 19 thunder tribulations are one, 29 thunder tribulations are two, and 39 thunder tribulations are four, and so on, to 99 thunder tribulations, that is thousands of times more than 19 thunder tribulations.

"Young Master, do we want to break in?" said a dark shadow behind Wan Mian in a low voice.

"Do you want to be electrocuted into a roast suckling pig?" Wan Mian replied coldly.

There are indeed some gaps between each cloud tribulation, but there are people guarding the gaps, and one accidentally enters the range of the thunder tribulation, which is the rhythm of roasting suckling pigs.

In the center of the Thunder Tribulation Circle, Wan Qing was still fighting on the go, but time was running out.

Since Murgu used that long-range blow, Murgu has been able to grasp a trace of Wan Qing's movements, which is like a perfect ink landscape painting, but it has been dripping a few drops of water, and it is no longer perfect.

"Paralyzed, if you don't make a move, this Yan will be broken!" Wan Qing scolded secretly, the Yan in his right hand was already full of cracks at the moment, and it could be broken at any time.

"Wan Qing, are you in a hurry, are you angry, is the effect of the medicine about to expire?" Mo Gu said very excitedly, but Mo Gu was more vigilant, he had been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he still had a sense of danger.

"Xiaocao, what is the chance of victory if I attack head-on?" Wan Qing asked.

"Less than one percent!" replied the weasel very bluntly, without the slightest hint of moisture.

"One percent is one percent, how can a cultivator be afraid!" Wan Qing smiled slightly. Now there is no way back, there is only a little time left, and the strength of the right fist palm is already the limit, a full six hundred frequencies.

"Mogu, accept the anger of the master!"

Wan Qing roared, the thunder fire wings shook wildly, the middle of the wind shadow opened, the furious flames jumped out of the height of four zhang, and the bronze arm appeared.

"Little cub, Lao Tzu is waiting for you!" Mo Gu's face suddenly became more hideous, and his hands moved quickly, forming a flying eagle.

Sharp eyes, sharp hook mouth, cold claws, strong wings, frequent fanning.

"Armor Piercing Fist!"

Wan Qing appeared directly opposite Mogu, and his right fist calmly blasted out.

"Eagle Strike!"

Mogu pulled his hands apart, and the flying eagle instantly skyrocketed, directly taking Wan Qing, and a pair of sharp claws grabbed Wan Qing's head.

"Get out!"

Just as the eagle's claws fell, a cold cry came out of Wan Qing's brain, and the eagle instantly turned into a little light and dissipated.

"How come!?" Mogu's face was extremely ugly, this move had been brewing for a long time, and the seal on his hands was just a condensation.

"Still have time to be stunned?"

Suddenly, a cold air rushed from the soles of Murgu's feet to his brain, all the way up, this is the feeling of death approaching.

"Run!"

The only thought in Murgu's heart, to quickly escape from here.

"Die!"

Wan Qing's facial features were distorted, this Blood Explosion Pill had reached its limit, and this distorted appearance was to remind the user that there were still two last breaths.

Bang!

Six hundred and fifty-three frequency armor-piercing fists blasted out, bombarding the back of the Mergu who turned and fled.

Click!

The Yan carried on his right fist was cultivated into a positive fruit, turned into a fragment the size of a fingernail, and fell apart.

"Good work, brother!"

Wan Qing gently spit out these five words, fell down with a bang, and fell into a coma completely.

And Mo Gu, who was bombarded by Wan Qing, lay on the ground, touched his back with his right hand, and a three-inch-deep fist mark hit the place where his heart was.

"Hehe, am I really going to die, I'm a soul cultivator!"

The flying eagle just now was condensed by Mogu with his divine soul, and the cold drink of the green weasel just now directly shattered the seventy percent of Mogu's divine soul.

The soul is broken, the body loses its vitality, the broken soul has no place to stay and recover, and it is even more impossible to replace the body. Because the replacement of the physical body requires the consumption of the soul, and a period of adaptation is also needed, and the adaptation period is that the soul cannot be restored, and the loss of the soul is too great, and if it cannot be recovered in time, the soul will also perish.

Just as Mogu was in despair, waiting for death to come, a voice sounded in Mogu's ears, and he didn't know what it was saying.

"Hey, it turns out... You can still play like this. "Murgu seems to have found a new way out, a new way to live.

"I, Murgu, at the cost of my dilapidated flesh of the Ding level, in exchange for my survival, please have mercy on the heavens!" said Murgu, his head on the ground, and prayed softly.

The next moment, Mogu's body dissipated and turned into a little light, and Mogu's divine soul was also wrapped in an inexplicable energy and disappeared into the sky.

Mogu disappeared, Wan Qing completely lost consciousness, and the other people who crossed the tribulation were still traversing, and the periphery of Sansheng Mountain was cast by the old antiques of the Wood Spirit Clan with supreme power to build an incomparably solid city wall, stretching for 100,000 li.

"Make friends, the Wood Spirit Clan is welcome, make trouble, and kill without forgiveness!"

A majestic voice came from the deepest part of Sansheng Mountain, calm but incomparably lethal.

"Welcome to my ancestors!"

The whole of the Wood Spirit Clan bowed down on one knee, and the right hand was clenched into a fist across the chest, extremely reverent.

"Ancestor of the Wood Spirit Clan?" said the old man who was hidden in the crowd for a long time.

"I don't know, can I exchange resources for something?" muttered another.

"Mo Fengyun of the Mo family came to apologize with his back!" The white-haired young man stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds and said loudly, and the entire Sansheng Mountain heard it clearly.

Mo Fengyun stood beside Mo Fang, who had a somewhat heavy face, but he didn't expect that his daughter-in-law was the princess of the Muling clan, and the appearance of this identity was an unattainable feeling in Mo Fang's heart.

"The thousand-eyed family, the thousand-faced, with the back of the thousand-faced, the Mo family, come to pay a visit!" Another peaceful voice sounded in the sky, and a carriage pulled by nine golden thousand-eyed spiders stepped into the air.

"Que'er!" Mo Fang whispered.

"Mo Fang, go down with me, the family is reunited!" Mo Fengyun smiled slightly, like a spring breeze.

"Wan Wan Lao San came to visit his old friend!" A man eight feet tall, with a body like a thick city wall and a giant big knife on his back, walked into Sansheng Mountain step by step.

"Hmm, the junior of the second brother, it's amazing, the blood is lost, and he can still have such combat effectiveness! Haha, it's not my second brother's junior!" Wan Laosan laughed arrogantly, the surrounding environment was disordered, and the space was a little unstable.