Colliding again and again, struggling again and again, Feng Yu gritted his teeth. He has experienced this feeling once, as long as he survives, the dantian will give birth to a space and benefit immensely.

The medium-grade spirit stones were consumed quickly, and he took out some medium-grade spirit stones, and the immortal glow flowed beside Feng Yu, and the aura was dense. After thousands of run-ins, Wind Feather felt that the time was ripe.

The five little dantians crashed together. Wind Feather, a powerful Dao force erupted with Wind Feather as the center.

Some of the trees around him were directly shattered by this Dao force. Wind Feather's body began to crack, like a porcelain crack.

In his body, the five dantians collided together, and there was a momentum of becoming one. Feng Yu felt like his body was exploding, as if his body was not his own.

This is an indescribable pain, not only physical pain, but also a stinging pain from the primordial spirit. He didn't dare to move now, he was afraid that his body would be torn apart after he moved.

Feng Yu absorbs the aura and carefully nourishes the dantian that is about to become one. A little bit of purple light came out of his spiritual power, gradually forming an extremely small purple ball of light, which he knew was the inheritance of the wind.

The ball of light inherited by the wind penetrated into the dantian that was being run-in, giving Feng Yu a very comfortable feeling.

He felt a little proud in his heart, this wind inheritance was not taken in vain! it could alleviate so much pain. The next moment, Feng Yu began to curse.

When the Inheritance of the Wind was completely submerged in the Wind Feather Dantian, a very familiar feeling came.

The flame of martial arts was ignited, and it was all body, just like when Feng Yu first received the Wind Inheritance. Feng Yu was miserable in his heart, and this wind inheritance was a curse.

Either you don't cause trouble, or you just cause a big problem. Several times in a row, it was to detonate the fire of martial arts at an emergency moment.

Pale blue flames rose around Wind Feather, shining him like a god. He was now like a melting pot, and his whole body was about to melt.

There is a powerful martial arts fire flowing in the body, and every time that fire passes through a vein, that vein is like ten thousand needles passing through.

Moreover, the frequency of that martial arts fire was getting bigger and bigger, and then it was rapidly stirring in his body.

Feng Yu was really relieved in his heart, this martial arts fire fortunately did not impact the divine consciousness in his brain, otherwise, his divine consciousness would definitely be hit immeasurably.

His body gradually became numb, but Feng Yu had also been roasted by the fire of martial arts two or three times, and every time this guy would play some new tricks, he was also made to lose his temper.

After the fire of martial arts was so refined, the cracks in his body gradually disappeared, his body shone brightly, and his five internal organs were as clear as jade, which was better than before.

The five small dantians that merged into one gradually fused under the blue flames, turning into a fist-sized small ball of purple and white light, located in the center of the forbidden gate.

Feng Yu Shen Shen sensed inside, and in the small ball of light was a gray space of a house of more than 100 square meters. This can accumulate a lot of Dao power.

Suddenly, Feng Yu's whole body relaxed. The flowing martial arts fire suddenly stopped above the new dantian, and Feng Yu's heart was shocked, what else did this guy want?

In his brain, a blue ball of light vibrated and was exactly the divine consciousness of Wind Feather. Feng Yu had the worst thought in his heart, it couldn't be that he had thoughts about my divine sense.

That martial arts fire instantly rushed towards Feng Yu's brain, and the blue flame enveloped his divine sense, and his head was splitting. The two blues blend with each other and are not separated from each other.

Feng Yu only felt that his mind was blank, and nothing else. This is the divine consciousness of the monk's primordial god, and if the divine consciousness is gone, the monk will die, and there will be no hope.

That martial arts fire was constantly carved and flowing in the Wind Feather Divine Sense. During this time, there was only one feeling in Feng Yu's mind, pain.

I don't know how long it took, the fire of the martial arts gradually stopped, and Feng Yu's consciousness gradually became clear. His divine consciousness had been carved into a human form, and upon closer inspection, that person was none other than Wind Feather.

Now that martial arts fire seemed to have completed all its tasks, and Wind Feather did not take the initiative to extinguish it, but it naturally extinguished.

Wind Feather was completely relaxed, and the feeling of returning to normal from the pain was extremely refreshing.

After refining the fire of martial arts, his divine sense and physical body were stronger than before. Moreover, he had just broken through to the middle stage of spiritual cultivation, and a sense of confidence was overflowing on his face.

This time, he found that there was another strand of blue hair on the back of his head, and the amount of this blue hair seemed to be related to his cultivation, and whenever he broke through, his blue hair would be more.

He stood up, the wind blowing, his long hair fluttering. His clothes had long since been turned to dust by the fire of martial arts, and it was already late at night. In the night sky, his body shone like a piece of gem and jade.

The wind and clouds surged, and the lightning flashed and thundered. The original dark Wanling Garden was as bright as day. Wind Feather felt something different, looking up at the sky, the sky was covered with thunderclouds, and from time to time there was a roaring sound. He is the tipping point of the thunderclouds.

The word "Heavenly Tribulation" surged into Feng Yu's heart, and everything that heaven and earth could not tolerate would be punished by Heavenly Tribulation and Thunder. For example, the demon repairs rush the level, and the overhaul impacts the major repairs to the level, with extraordinary power.

For an ordinary monk, he would not normally encounter a Heavenly Tribulation, unless he triggered the Heavenly Tribulation himself. Moreover, the power of heavenly punishment is generally beyond human resistance, so few monks are generally willing to trigger it.

The catastrophe cannot be avoided, it can only be resisted. If you can resist, it means that you have the right to live, and if you can't resist, you will die. Something like a Heavenly Tribulation can't be resisted by others, otherwise it will trigger a Heavenly Tribulation that belongs to his own cultivation stage.

Feng Yu was full of resentment in his heart, and there was no end, just now he lost half of his life due to the fire death, and now God sees him unpleasantly, and the séance thunder splits him. He didn't have so much to do when he was cultivating before!

Why was it that as soon as I came to this bird place, I was thundered by the sky, and Lao Tzu provoked anyone.

The thunderclouds converged above Feng Yu's head, and Feng Yu clenched his fists and looked at those thunderclouds. Thundered!

In the midst of that thundercloud, a pillar of purple thunder surged downward, rushing towards the wind feather. Wind Feather went up and it was a punch, crackling, crackling! Countless arcs of lightning exploded on him, and a tingling sensation came.

Immediately after that, one after another divine thunder slashed downward, and each divine thunder had the power of ten thousand jun.

Although Feng Yu's body was a little painful, he felt that this thunder tribulation did not seem to be as terrible as the legend, it just made him a little painful, and it did not cause him a devastating blow.

After the forty-eight thunderstorms, the thunderclouds rolled, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the sky over the entire Wanling Garden was bright. The wind feather runs the Xuan Gong, and the Dao power surges. He was waiting for it, and it seemed that the forty-ninth thunder tribulation was a big name.

Endless thunder and lightning turned into a mountain of thunder, lighting up the sky and pressing down the wind feathers.

Boom! The Ten Thousand Tombs trembled, countless ghost cars and birds screamed, and zombies ran wild. The skin of the wind feather opened, "Ahh

All miles were struck into barren land by the last thunderbolt. The thunderclouds disappeared, and the garden returned to darkness.

A charred figure stood on the ground, it was Wind Feather, and he shouted to the sky, "It's not enough! One more time!"

There is no one around, and if this sentence is heard by some monks, it is estimated that they will even have the heart to commit suicide. After carrying the immeasurable thunderstorm of 7749, he still said that he would not be able to do it and would do it again.

What a freak this is! Feng Yu used Xuan Gong to repair the damage of his own body. To Feng Yu's delight, he found that the veins of the Forbidden Gate had extended outward a few more points.

However, he was not surprised, after all, he had broken through to the middle stage of spiritual formation, and the forbidden gate should have changed a long time ago.

Feng Yu calculated the spirit stones he consumed, he was really startled, he broke through a small stage and consumed a full fifteen medium-grade spirit stones, which was equivalent to one hundred and fifty lower-grade spirit stones.

This is simply burning spirit stones. Feng Yu looked at the full storage bag, and there were close to a thousand spirit stones in the middle alone. Now he is very grateful to Mitsuhiro. If it weren't for Guanghong, where would he have come from so many spirit stone reserves.

He took out a piece of clothing and put it on, and rested.

Looking at the ten thousand thunders, some of the older figures had incredible looks in their eyes. "How many years have it been! Forty-nine immeasurable thunder tribulations! Look at that direction, it's the Ten Thousand Mausoleum Garden! Could it be that another big demon is about to be born!"

"What is it that makes heaven and earth afraid, and forty-nine immeasurable thunder tribulations are sent down to obliterate it!"

"First the Twin Moons and Heavenly Evil, then the Ancient Artifact, and now the Infinite Thunder Tribulation. Wanling Garden is really a place of right and wrong. ”

"Either way, I still hope that the thing that caused the thunderstorm has been erased. Otherwise, it's definitely a big hidden danger. ”

In an attic on the Little Oriental Continent, a handsome man was holding a cup of tea, staring in the direction of the Ten Thousand Tombs, this was the Night Soul Moon.

A dark shadow was beside him, his eyes showing a different color. Night Soul Moon took a sip of tea and said lightly, "It's not bad to be able to withstand forty-nine immeasurable thunder tribulations." ”

The shadow exclaimed, "He's not dead?"

Night Soul Moon explained, "With the final blow, the thunderclouds all dissipated. There is no residual thunder, which means that the power of heaven and earth has been exhausted. Moreover, in the end, Tianwei no longer has that domineering. Therefore, this person is not dead. ”

The shadow asked, "Is it a human or not a demon?"

Night Soul Moon replied, "There are no demonic visions. ”

The black shadow pondered, "There hasn't been an immeasurable thunder tribulation for thousands of years, how terrifying this person must be, even the power of heaven and earth is not worth it." ”

Night Soul Moon drank the tea in one gulp and laughed a few times, "What is the immeasurable thunder tribulation, in ancient times. Someone once caused the catastrophe of the world, but was glared at by a mythical figure of a human race. Just one glance makes the sky tremble, and they don't dare to move, this is called Weili!"

The black shadow exclaimed, "The power of one glance makes the heavens and the earth dare not rain down the thunder tribulation! There will be such a person in the human world?

Night Soul Moon made a silent gesture, and after pacing a few steps, he spoke, "He is a peerless myth of ancient times, and he has traveled all his life in the heavens and the earth, and it is difficult to find an opponent. Lonely for eternity. Heroes deserve to be. ”

Night Soul Moon paused for a moment, and he continued, "His name is Martial Dao!"