"Why? Why is that?"

On the ancient sword, the three elders encountered a big problem, and no matter how to collect their intestines and scrape their stomachs, they could not find an explanation for what was happening in front of them.

"Why, the Heavenly Tribulation came so slowly, and so quickly?"

Slow refers to the process, fast refers to the end. Thirteen Lang crossed the tribulation to break through the habitat, and the first three tribulations followed one after another, and there was a full difference between the last three and the last three, which was incredibly slow. However, the last one, the multicolored thunderstorm that he experienced with the group of cultivators and demons, was clearly a show.

"Why, the catastrophe is so ruthless and so soft?"

Freeze the thunder and draw the ground as a prison. Just now, everyone thought that Thirteen Lang was dead, and his death was very reasonable, and he died a well-deserved death. Tianjue helped him survive with a sword, and if he survived, he survived, but then, in a few words, Tianlei changed his mind, from killing to releasing water Yes, it is clearly releasing water.

"Why is the Heavenly Tribulation colorful? Why is the Heavenly Tribulation a gift from heaven? Why do so many people and demons who should be robbed share the great gifts, and even the people who watch and even the land share the rain?"

The multicolored tribulation thunder is not a calamity at all, and there is no damage after the initiation, but it directly lifts the people and demons to the other side, and there are no casualties. And the result was: just a moment later, the number of Habitat powerhouses on the Wild Spirit Land increased by thousands, and the strength doubled. What is puzzling and frightening is that during the battle and the process of the catastrophe, the wounded of the mad spirit monks are numerous, bathing in colorful colors and quickly recovering, and their breath soars and their bodies heal, as if they are immortal!

Why?

Why?

Why?

There were too many mysteries that could not be solved, and just when everyone was puzzled, the monk who had gone on to great luck said again that he wanted to continue.

What to continue?

Continuing the tragedy?

"Isn't the catastrophe over, he has successfully broken through the habitat, what am my God!"

The sword tilted its head. People rose up, the breath of heaven and earth in all directions soared, and the clouds gathered again.

What he wants to cross is not a thunder tribulation, but a tribulation, a dead pass on the road of cultivation!

Is it because the Heavenly Dao is crazy, or is he in a dream?

It must be admitted. Curiosity often delays big things, and when they realize what Jusanro is planning, the vast majority of people, including their opponents, have no idea in their hearts to kill or interrupt, but to take a look.

Thousands of ancient anecdotes, how can you not see it

"Let's move on. ”

The plain words, the calm expression, and the unimpassioned voice reveal a strong confidence and shock the world.

At this moment, the mad spirits were solemn on the ground and the group cultivated. Ten thousand demons fell to the ground, and the demon insects with the lowest spiritual intelligence could also feel the change in heaven's will, and they were silent.

I don't know when it happened, on the mad spirit ground, the two sides who were fighting fiercely stopped fighting and raised their eyes to the sky.

"This is the habitat?" said a Luo Sang sword cultivator silently, the long sword in his hand pointed at the enemy's heart, but he forgot to insert it.

It's no longer hard to understand. Being in China is precious, and whether it is war, it is the enemy. Whether it's grievances or camps, it's still the road to eternal life.

Monks cultivate the Tao, and they do not regret their death, and today they suddenly hear the true understanding of the Tao, who is willing to fight?

"The way of heaven has declined. Yin and yang are in chaos, the two domains are conquered, and there is no return to the underworld. ”

"The starry sky is vast, hundreds of millions of living beings, we are just a drop in the ocean. In this situation, mending the sky is like fighting a fire, the fire is fierce and boundless, and there is no way to save it. ”

"And yet!"

The dance paused, the sword was raised again, and with the thirteen lang as the arrow, thousands of demons worked hard again, and the breath was high.

"The world can still be achieved from scratch, and now it is sitting on hundreds of millions of living beings and borderless borders, why can't we survive in a desperate situation!"

He opened his mouth and spit out tens of thousands of evil balls, all of which shattered into an incomparable storm, and Thirteen Lang opened his mouth again to inhale them into his body, and his breath rose again.

"Go on!"

After four hundred years of refining, the three-legged flesh and blood of the Golden Crow were lost, all but the bones were refined, some of them were turned into Jingyuan cultivation, and many were forced to store them in the Zài Spirit Ball, which was often a wartime wonder soldier.

Not today.

Breaking through the pass, understanding the true understanding, Thirteen Lang's ability to "accommodate" has changed qualitatively, and it is the right time to be determined to rush through the pass again at this moment.

The godson of a hundred years in the realm, the mad spirit is vigorously transported all the time, and others have either exploded or have already successfully crossed the catastrophe. The road is different, Thirteen Lang has saved too much spare energy, he thought it was enough, but now he finds that there are still shortcomings.

He needs strength, strength, strength and power!

A large amount of essence entered the body, like a torrent impacting the limbs and hundreds of remains, and the breath of Thirteen Lang further climbed, finally attracting heaven and earth.

When a person cultivates in the world, he must first be recognized by the rules of the world if he breaks through at any level. When the life is broken, the thirteen Lang who is already full does not need to exert force, and the breath can move up for nine days with a little release;

Attraction is the first step, recognition is the second step, and the test is the third step.

Attracting the heavens and the earth, the entire starry sky suddenly changed color, and the moment he shouted "go down", everyone felt in their hearts, and the stars twinkling in all directions turned at the same time, looking at only one person.

Starry - this is an attempt that everyone knows, and now they have changed their appearance to shine on one side.

The condensation of hundreds of millions of stars in the sky, the breath of Thirteen Lang skyrocketed again, and he soared to the Tribulation Realm and surpassed!

An ancient ferocious power was suddenly released, and the evil aura inside was earth-shattering, intimidating the heroes. A loud bang in his mind was replaced by a high-pitched hiss, and in mid-air, Thirteen Lang's clothes flew away, and a red sun appeared above his head.

The next moment, the high-pitched hissing became more and more jubilant, and the figure of the fire spirit appeared in the red sun, with a high crown and long feet, handsome and elegant, and his eyes scanned all directions, singing the true spiritual power.

"Fire!"

An irrepressible roar, a will that had accumulated for four hundred years, the red sun boiled, and the rouge bird in the wheel turned over and threw himself into his arms, when the young man in blank clothes was no more, he was replaced by a ten-zhang fierce bird.

Jin Wuhe!

Born as a bird of casting yang, the bird has changed, and the realm of Thirteen Lang today is not enough, but there are rouge birds and golden black feet as supplements, and the two are added together, and the road to transformation is paved.

Demon beasts can be cultivated in human form. Human cultivation can also be a beast, one side wants spiritual wisdom and understanding, and the other side wants talent and levels; Thirteen Lang turns into a spirit to achieve a golden crow, and there is no need to boil the real fire day and night as before, and the body and bones are self-contained.

Of course, it takes a lot of time to generate naturally. There's no way Jusan Lang really lets himself be idle.

Since then, the rouge bird is the second soul of the thirteen langs, the second god, the second body, the second change, the only difference between the second phase is that it is the origin of fire, and after being divided, it will take away all the fire elements of the thirteen langs; It doesn't mean that a unique talent has been lost.

"Go on!"

The fowl made a human speech, and there was another fierce roar, and the wind and clouds were rising. On the battlefield, all the people, beasts, Chong, and birds that were still left with bones after the battle flew up, and the flesh and blood essence assimilated into the flames, and the morning sun wheel flew away.

"Go on!"

There was a long roar in the third time, and all the fire cultivation bodies knelt and shook, and the refined fire yuan trembled violently. Spraying is about to come out.

The true ancestor of fire summons, and the light of Haoyang shines. Those who cultivate fire should bow down and offer fire yuan. A thousand people worshipped, some camps did not make enemies, and under the thousand zhang sword, nearly half of the three thousand sword cultivators could not stabilize their figures, and their faces were as red as fire. The sword is uncertain.

"Steady!"

Shouted in anger, the two ancient sword elders on the left and right roared hard, and the waves of sound contained the will of Nirvana, resisting the shocking power for the group of cultivators. At the same time, the old man's sleeves waved on his head. Two clear rays of light spread out in all directions, enveloping the trembling giant sword in it.

The sacrifice of the sword has not been completed, and the other party must not be allowed to affect it, otherwise not only will it not be able to urge the enemy, but it will also have to bear the backlash, as for how much battle spirit will be lost because of this, how many three thousand sword cultivators will dare to fight, there is no way to estimate at all.

"Go on!"

Four long howls followed, longer and more explosive than before, and the sound shook thousands of miles; Thirteen Lang had no intention of taking anyone's will, did not think about anyone's fire, just wanted to inspire his own will and strengthen his own way.

The catastrophe is the first, the catastrophe is the realm of death, and if you don't drum up the anger to the extreme, how can you achieve it.

The long whistle was non-stop, and the long whistle was as fierce as fire, like the sun of fire that ignited the hearts of countless people, and there was a sword.

"Zheng!"

Qing Ming sang, the sky rose again, the tip of the sword carried a little source fire, did not kill the enemy, did not break the sky, reflexively projected straight to Xuan Bing, four hundred and eighty-seven times.

The great cold qi of the Xuan Ming couldn't stop the heavens from fighting fiercely, and the four hundred and eighty-seven Xuan Ice cracked, and four hundred and eighty-seven corpses appeared, and the essence inside burned automatically, turning into four hundred and eighty-seven flames.

In the next moment, four hundred and eighty-seven flames flew and gathered in Haoyang, and the ten-zhang giant bird soared several times, and the fire in Haoyang suddenly became fierce and bright.

"Origin, this is the breath of Origin!"

I don't know how many exclamations sounded, near and far, old and young, men and women, all of them were powerful. Tens of thousands of miles of battlefields, the focus of people's attention has since changed, and they are all in one place

No matter how striking the madness was and how many miracles it had done, one thing remained the same: it was a supporting character.

On today's battlefield, it is not the Thirteen Lang's side that really determines the victory, but Qi Aotian, Cheng Xueyi, and the children of the six clans, including Qi Shouren, who have entered the soul banner at this moment. In addition to them, there are a total of more than ten powerful people in the distance, and the Nirvana-level divine power is vast and starry, shocking a radius of 100,000 miles.

They are the main force, the main battlefield, and the overall situation, and in the battle, no matter the number of monks involved, the realm, and the tragic process, they are far beyond this side.

Now it's different.

The change of the spirit, the origin of the qi, especially the latter, to the entire battlefield, especially those powers, brought an incomparable shock, since the moment of the fight, people's main focus has shifted, the soul banner battle, the power of the fight, the mad spirit has changed, the three are juxtaposed.

These are all outside views, and for the people on the battlefield of the Land of the Wild Spirits, it doesn't matter what is around them, and the center of the world is under their feet.

"Go on!"

The moment the heavens were dispatched, Xuan Bing fished up the corpses, and the four hundred and eighty-seven monks turned into flames and soared, seven or eight chanting just rang out. Led by the man with the axe on his back, seven or eight monks went straight to the sky, like a star wheel around Haoyang, roaring to the sky.

After a series of heavenly gifts, a few realizations, until they were awakened by those high-spirited shouts, their hearts were fierce, and these monks who were only half a step away from the fierce tribulation finally took that step and asked the sky again.

There has never been a waiting to break the level, and there has never been an initiative to rob.

Today there is!

Providence is generous, there is a response, the colorful auspicious clouds will not disperse, more clouds of calamity are swarming again, nine calamity eyes have been formed, and the thunder pillar flashes again.

In the middle of it, the glorious light is like a king's majesty, and the thunder has been supreme majesty, and there is a divine light around it, leading the heroes.

Unprecedented, golden thunder

(To be continued......)