Chapter 1183: Tiger head and snake tail, Qian donkey skills are endless

The Apocalypse is not over, and this is a fact that everyone can see.

The clouds of calamity have not dispersed, the ring that looks a little strange is still there, and there is no shadow of the reward that should have appeared after the calamity, all of which can be used as evidence that the calamity has not passed, and in addition, the person who responded to the calamity shows no signs of relaxation, proving that he can still feel the coercion of the sinking soul, which is enough to show that this tribulation destined to be remembered by the whole world will continue.

After waiting for a long time, my neck was sore and I still couldn't see any trace of the catastrophe, and people couldn't help but ask.

Why not come?

In the previous double killing, the ring that marked the cloud robbery area was constantly oppressed and smallened, and finally fixed at about fifty zhang; if this guarantee did exist, it would mean that the thunder would no longer be as wide as the mountains and oceans, and the power would be unpredictable.

Either way, it should show up.

"Sscared away again?"

The little palace master was whimsical again, this time no one scolded her for messing around, and she didn't even refute it.

"The clouds are still there. An elder of the Sword Pavilion pointed to the sky.

"But why hasn't it come yet?" the little palace master continued.

"Who knows. The other elder said helplessly, his voice weak.

"What's wrong with everyone?

The catastrophe is not coming, and the little palace master is still full of interest. At this moment, she is not worried at all about whether the Thirteen Tribulations will succeed, but on whether there are more wonderful scenes to watch, and whether there are more wonderful dollars to enjoy.

"It's not that I'm unhappy" The mother-in-law of the god master, who had always been silent, actually opened her mouth and sighed faintly.

"It's boring. โ€

"Isn't that interesting?" The little palace master's eyes widened in surprise, thinking to himself that the Kaba people were more powerful than his brother, and he had to find a chance to see and understand.

"It's not interesting. The old ancestor followed the words of the divine master, and looked back at the Huanghua Female Sister and Zuo Gongming.

"The cultivation of the upper realm, can there be such a situation in the tribulation?"

People learn what they say. Looking at flowers, embroidery, watching martial arts, and practicing martial arts, you can put on a posture if you can't learn the essence; correspondingly, watching others cross the calamity is also an opportunity, and you can get more or less harvest.

Today's situation is different, there are three blessings from the sky, and Thirteen Lang is exclusive to one person. After that, the thunder robbery was fierce and violent, and the methods of Thirteen Lang's response were also renovated, which was really good-looking. It's a pity that good-looking is good-looking, and there are very few people who can get insights from it and use it, but for most cultivators, the value is almost equal to zero, and there are even many drawbacks.

There is no hope of emulation at all, and it is easy for future generations of cultivators to produce demonic obstacles and damage to the Dao heart. The big guy here may not be among them. But that doesn't stop other people, and the thousands of cultivators who will hear about it in the future, because if you think about it, this incident will be a disaster for a thousand years, rather than good.

It's not boring, it's not embarrassing.

"I've never heard of it, but"

The three Outer Heaven Monks shook their heads, the Huanghua Female Sisters' cultivation was too low, Zuo Gongming was strong and old, and consciously stood up to deal with the scene. He looked smug.

"Mr. Thirteen's life is beyond the moon, and he is blessed by God. Certainly different. โ€

"Greedy for life and afraid of death, pretend to be a god!" Several bigwigs scolded in their hearts, but it was not good to say it in person.

In the first battle of Jinshan that year, the reason why Zuo Gongming was able to leave his life was not unrelated to his conversation with the bloody killing of the Holy Son; I really did a lot of work. It's a pity that the Nether Monks, including the Thirteen Lang himself, don't believe him very much.

After listening to Zuo Gongming's nonsense, several bigwigs invariably set their sights on the living Buddha with the same purpose.

"Why didn't the Tribulation come?"

"Maybe God needs to think. โ€

The living Buddha's face was still bitter, and his words were no more reliable than Zuo Gongming's; The living Buddha spread his hands and shook his head, his expression helpless and innocent, but he seemed convinced.

"Something went wrong, so think about it. โ€

Why hasn't the catastrophe come yet?

Not only the big guys, but everyone below is worried, worried, and asking.

Today's catastrophe is full of twists and turns, and the thunderstorm that should have shown its might seems to have lost its temper, which makes people feel unreal. To be fair, it's not that the catastrophe is not powerful enough, but that the person who responded to the catastrophe is too outrageous, and it's still like a dream to see it.

When the Three Thunder Mountains came, almost no one believed that Thirteen Lang could be spared, but as a result, he not only lived well, but also became more fierce than just now, which in turn made the thunder robbery look like a vain.

People with numb heads don't care too much about whether this is the case, and they have become a habit of seeing what else is going to happen next, and what earth-shattering scripts are waiting to be staged.

Fury has it, one is threefold, the thunder is actually swallowed, the second thunder is counterattacked and dispersed, and the third thunder is simply absent, or it is delayed.

The four-five-six-triple tribulation thunder is mighty, its power is beyond imagination, and Thirteen Lang's response methods are even more incredible, as if he is pulling the whole world to help him cope with the calamity.

This is wrong, and it is unreasonable, because on the face of it, it defies another common sense that people know: that catastrophes cannot be helped.

There is no need to explain too much, assuming that the catastrophe can find someone to help, there will probably be no more cultivators in the world who will die because of this; the thunder cannot be avoided, cannot be hidden, and cannot be borrowed, these three articles have long taken root in people's hearts and cannot be questioned in any way.

In this case, the way in which Thirteen Lang responded to the robbery is debatable, and a fool can see that the fire and the wind cannot be his own strength, and it can almost be concluded that he has cheated.

"It's not cheating, it's cheating, it's not cheating. โ€

The Living Buddha had never heard of such a precedent, so he could only speculate and perfect, and said slowly: "Suppose that Mr. uses the power of the human world, but how can anyone borrow the power of the human world? โ€

Yanshan Ancestor groaned and said: "People are like the world, destroying miรจ people is destroying miรจ world, and the way of heaven has reservations?"

The old ancestor shook his head and said: "The three thunder mountains, the palace should also be careful, this is still called reservation, who in the world can pass." โ€

The divine master followed up and said, "The meaning of the Living Buddha is about to refer to the next. โ€

The monk nodded repeatedly. said: "That's what it means, God is in a difficult situation now. โ€

"It's not embarrassing. โ€

The eyebrow master, who had never expressed his opinion, said: "I don't know what to do at all." โ€

Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at the eyebrows with a little disbelief, secretly thinking that God would too?

Mei Shi said lightly: "The power of the human world is indeed issued through the hands of the Thirteen, and if the Heavenly Thunder does not approve of this matter, it will not collide with it at all." Rather, it penetrates and strikes directly at the person who should be robbed. Or, it can even bring down the punishment of destruction to preserve dignity from being offended. This is a rule made by the Heavenly Dao itself, unlike monks who can go back on it. โ€

Hearing these words, several bigwigs woke up one after another, and several juniors were still confused, and the host of the small palace leaned up and asked.

"Teacher, why?"

"Because of the rules, but also because of the effectiveness. โ€

The eyebrow master patiently explained: "The catastrophe is deep. One thunder is stronger than one thunder, and the reason why the third thunder disappeared before was not only because the lead was cut off as the master said, but also because it realized that that kind of thunder robbery was meaningless. The situation now is similar to that time, with the reference to the power shown by the Thirteen Tribulations of Shicai, and then the thunder of the Tribulation will not help him at all, this situation is meaningless to the sky. So can't do it. โ€

"No!" The little palace master boldly asked, and said, "The old genius has such a little power. It's so disappointing. โ€

"!"

The old ancestor hurriedly stopped and said: "The rules of the Heavenly Dao cannot be violated, today's tribulation may have reached the limit of the Heavenly Tribulation of the Gods, and it is meaningless to increase the power at all." If it is raised to more than the right one, it is not a robbery, it is simply killing people and punishing the world. โ€

If the little palace master realized, the rest of the girls were also stunned.

"It's not that God isn't strong, it's that it can't be used. The Living Buddha concluded.

"To use it is to rebel against yourself. That's the rule, too. The old ancestor added.

"Heavenly Dao is indifferent and ruthless, in fact, it is quite stupid. Yanshan Ancestor said.

"So it's not interesting. The Elder of the Sword Pavilion retracted his gaze, rubbed his neck and said, "The old man bets, for thousands of years, or even for thousands of years, there will never be a second time in this matter. โ€

"In short, it's still my brother!"

The little palace master cheered happily and shouted: "Then let God do it, always waiting like this, it makes people laugh!"

actually worried about God, the ancestor was helpless, and reprimanded with a straight face.

"Who would dare to do that!"

What's coming?

Thunder, of course.

Several bigwigs raised their heads one after another, and their faces immediately changed dramatically, panicked, frightened, unbelievable, and at a loss.

"Blood thunder, I really want to punish the world!"

Thunder is invisible, invisible things can be transformed into thousands of appearances, the only thing that will not change is that its color is not absolutely unchangeable, but if the thunder changes color, it usually means that the end is coming, and the world is about to be destroyed.

The three thunderbolts as bright as blood were incomparable, exactly the same as the rumored thunder of the destruction of the world; seeing the blood thunder falling from the sky, the hearts of the thousands of cultivators of Ziyun suddenly sank to the bottom, cold to the bone.

The meaning of silence fell with thunder, and I don't know how many powerful people suddenly got up, ready to fight to the death with God.

It wasn't their turn to strike.

"Roar!"

didn't have time to feel more, and before the exclamation subsided, the person who responded to the calamity rose into the sky, and rose into the air in the face of the three blood thunderbolts that followed one after another, and swung three punches in a row.

Seeing this scene, people's eyes widened, thinking to themselves Is this stupid?

The next moment, the three blood thunderbolts dissipated one after another, and Shisanlang was like a pinball that was slapped three times in a row, falling down in the bounce. Correspondingly, the ring contracted for the last time, and the brilliance shone like a fiery sun, emitting a golden light.

The sound of the explosion roared and echoed, its momentum was not amazing, the impact was not violent, and the power was not small, but compared with the rumored extinction, the difference was hundreds of millions of miles.

What's going on? Many people are asking in their hearts.

What is this? More people are roaring in their hearts.

Could it be that Xiao Shisanlang is so powerful that even the world-destroying god thunder can be treated like child's play and dissolved at will?

"This is" On the subjective stage, several bigwigs looked at each other for a long time, but still looked at the living Buddha.

"A warning?"

"Is it a showmanship?"

"Or is it just a joke?"

"Ahem"

The cough in a lifetime is not as much as a day today, and the living Buddha endures, bewilders, and guesses, looking angry and helpless, and sighs deeply.

"What a system!"

(To be continued......)