Between heaven and earth, the spiritual power is as if it is still, but only those who perceive it extremely amazingly can feel the calm meaning before the mountain rain is coming, which is a kind of desperate depression.

Zhuang Jian at this time, has already avoided it from afar, the moment he shattered the last holy pattern of Xuan Wanqing, he wrapped the broken holy pattern and incorporated it into the space, and it was too late to refine, that is, he retreated for dozens of miles, this is not safe, Zhuang Jian's handprint changed, and the void and the flame were on top of his body, forming a protective film, and the golden body was urging, so he looked at the Xuanwan Qing body between heaven and earth, and slowly stood up.

Xuan Wanqing slowly stood up, with the potential to support the sky, and the spiritual power fluctuations around his body at this time were no different from those of the sage, and a trace of edification emanated from the top of his head, so that the spiritual power between heaven and earth was all under its shadow.

But at this time, above the sky, all of a sudden, there was a Brahman sound.

Airplanes!

As soon as this Sanskrit sound sounded, the spiritual power between heaven and earth suddenly became active, as if it had been put into a catalyst, and the incomparably beautiful notes rippled in any corner between heaven and earth.

Even if Zhuang Jian is dozens of miles away, and there is a void and flames that have turned into a protective film, but after hearing this Sanskrit sound, the depths of his soul are sudden, as if he has been hit hard, his internal organs and six internal organs are as if they have been distorted, even if he is running a golden body, Zhuang Jian feels that this is an unrivaled force.

However, fortunately, the target of this Sanskrit sound is not him, but the body of Xuan Wanqing, Zhuang Jian hurriedly urged the spiritual power, and his body was also sitting quietly, and in the spatial nodes, there was a clear stream of spiritual power sprinkled down, making his mind guarded, but his eyes were staring at the reaction of Xuanwanqing.

The promotion of the sage, there are many dangers, and the people who are generally tribulated will be fully prepared, choose a top-secret place, bear it alone, how can others covet it, Zhuang Jian can witness this promotion, it is a fate that can be met but not sought, and it has unimaginable benefits for future promotion.

Moreover, Xuan Wanqing's move can be said to have absolute trust in Zhuang Jian, if Zhuang Jian has thoughts that are unfavorable to him at this time, then it will be impossible for him to survive this catastrophe.

Saint-level masters, basically to survey the general trend of heaven and earth, know how to seek good fortune and avoid evil, if even Zhuang Jian is a person, what kind of heart can not be seen, how can that face spirit let such a person be sanctified?

At this time, Xuan Wanqing, as the first choice between heaven and earth, to bear the power of plane baptism, and bear the brunt of the weight of Sanskrit sound, his body staggered, for this kind of attack from the inside out, even if he is as strong as him, it is also damaged, this is just the beginning.

Xuan Wanqing raised his head, his eyes opened, and suddenly, countless spiritual power storms formed outside his body, and when he opened his mouth to inhale, he sucked those spiritual power storms into his body, and then slowly spit them out.

"Fix!"

A deep voice sounded, and the inside, which had been damaged by the Sanskrit sound, was suddenly intact. Then he opened his chest completely, and a low voice, coming from his throat, turned out to be a kind of sound wave, like a wave, rolling away against the sky.

The sound was like a giant hammer, although it was not towards Zhuang Jian, but after hearing the sound wave, he still felt his heart blocked, and there was an indescribable feeling.

"Xuan Wanqing's strength is monstrous, just this move, people with low strength, no matter how many, will explode and die in an instant when they are roared at!"

Zhuang Jian thought of this, and his figure retreated again, until it was a hundred miles away, he stopped, and as far as his eyes could see, he looked at a colorful cloud above the sky.

That's where Sanskrit sounds come from.

Xuan Wanqing's voice swept towards the colorful clouds in waves, confronting it.

After all, it's just a Sanskrit sound, Xuan Wanqing has been preparing for many years, if even the first impact can't resist, it's really not like words, with Xuan Wanqing's counterattack, the Sanskrit sound is getting weaker and weaker, until the end, the colorful clouds tremble, it is invisible, dissipated.

The Sanskrit sound disappears, Xuan Wanqing is all around, the spiritual power is still like a storm sweeping, its momentum, is also like a flat ground up, against the power of baptism, is a situation of life and death, either to become holy, or to die, there is no second possibility, the power of Xuanwan love baptism has been stimulated, and there is no way back, it also knows the weight of it, when even if it is completely urged spiritual power, and the power of baptism is resisted.

If he doesn't even have the courage to resist, how can he take on the responsibility of protecting the world and educating all souls?

At this time, Xuan Wanqing was heroic, and the influence of Sanskrit on him did not hit him at all, but completely stimulated his potential, at this time he seemed to be the only god between heaven and earth, even in the face of more suffering, he was able to bear it.

Zhuang Jian looked at such a declaration of love, and there was also a touch of pride in his heart, such a posture has the demeanor of a saint, if there is no such posture, how to lead the group, how to convince all beings?

Zhuang Jian suddenly thought of himself, if he really came to the time when the face sank and the world was cataclysmic, would he be able to have the courage to give up life and death, abandon everything, and face suffering alone.

Suddenly, Zhuang Jian felt that his mind had expanded countless times, and at this moment, in the face of Xuan Wanqing's attitude of forgetting life and death, he had feelings, and suddenly expanded to the depths of his soul.

Suddenly, Zhuang Jian's spiritual sense expanded again, everything between this heaven and earth seemed to be in his sight, and he could feel that above the sky, there was once again a catastrophe cloud forming, among them, a destructive power, a condensed, shocking.

At this time, Zhuang Jian could feel that Xuan Wanqing's huge body also contained the terrifying power that caused the plane to sink, constantly condensing, and wanted to fight against the baptism power that was about to fall.

Boom Boom!

Between heaven and earth, there was a thunderous sound, and the clouds formed again, pitch black, in which electric light appeared, and the power of thunder carried the vast heavenly might, once again shrouded all feelings.

Xuan Wanqing's right hand pointed to the sky, without the slightest dodge, and above his fingers, a spiritual light flashed, and suddenly, it shot into the clouds, causing the cloud that was about to move to riot instantly.

Sting, stinging!

Countless thunder and lightning, as if guided by that spiritual light, as if being provoked, bombarded on Xuan Wanqing's body one after another, those thick holy lines, at this time played a key role, each holy pattern, are able to absorb the power of thunder, on the thick holy lines, electric light emerged, thunder vibrate, at this moment above Xuan Wanqing's body, ten thousand thunder roared, light surged, like the scene of the end of the world.

One by one, the holy pattern was broken, Xuan Wanqing looked up to the sky and roared, the shattering of the holy pattern was also a great pain for him, this thunder tribulation was not as accurate as Zhuang Jian, this was a large area of coverage, as long as there was a slight weakness, it was able to take advantage of the weakness.

At this time, Zhuang Jian deeply realized the importance of each holy pattern, and at this time, even if each holy pattern is as thick as a stone pillar, but under the blow of such thunder and lightning, there is a tendency to break, and besides, the first condensed holy pattern is the most important part of its chest, if it is still as weak as it was at the beginning, then now, I am afraid that the first thing to damage is the vital part of its chest.

For a long time, the thunder above the sky gradually stopped, the clouds dispersed, Zhuang Jian looked at it, that Xuan Wanqing was already kneeling on the ground on one knee at this time, and the land around him was shaken into nothingness by the thunder, and above his body, those holy patterns as thick as stone pillars were already one-third of the number at this time, all of them were destroyed.

Tianwei, it is really vast and endless, Zhuang Jian relied on the power of the void and the flames, urging with all his strength, and he didn't even dare to have a pause, dozens of arrows were able to break a holy pattern the thickness of an arm, but this thunder and lightning rain was able to completely destroy one-third of the holy pattern that Xuan Wanqing had worked so hard to condense, it was really terrifying, and the power of such thunder, if it came to Zhuang Jian, I am afraid that every one of them would be fatal.

Although Xuan Wanqing was half-kneeling between heaven and earth at this time, he raised his head, his eyes were still sharp and unparalleled, and when he looked at the sky, he actually had a free and easy smile.

"Hahaha! happy, I haven't been like this for many years, it's really happy!"

He stood up again, looking at the sky, the clouds that once again had unparalleled power condensed, his eyes were full of fanaticism, he was a cultivator maniac, many years ago, extremely belligerent, after his strength reached its peak, there were very few existences that could hurt him, but there was a kind of regret that the hero ended.

At this time, the power of baptism from heaven and earth was able to make him regain his enthusiasm back then, and even, he had not been hurt for many years, but it stimulated the blood in his heart.

"Here we go again!"

Zhuang Jian can feel that this so-called baptism of the sage will definitely not be simple, if it is just an outpouring of energy, then the sage will not be so rare, there must be some kind of rule, the monks between heaven and earth, cleansing, unless it is a person who is really against the sky, can break the shackles and become holy.

Above the sky, there was once again a cloud of calamity, but this time the cloud of calamity, on top of it, turned out to be shining with silver light, and a sharp energy seemed to pierce the eyes, constantly clashing in it, as if it wanted to break through the prohibition.

"The power of Gengjin!"

At this time, Zhuang Jian's spiritual sense was all over the place, but when he sensed the cloud of calamity, he was completely crushed by the infinite power of Gengjin, but he was able to judge that it was only after the power of Gengjin was condensed to the extreme that it would be condensed into a cloud.

If this mass of Gengjin power is obtained by a monk who specializes in the way of sharpness, it will be invincible, but at this time, it is used as a baptism of calamity, and the existence of Xuanwan Qing will be completely destroyed.

Xuan Wanqing looked at the third cloud of calamity that was gradually forming above the sky, on it, the sharp breath, as if it could pierce the sky, he felt this sharpness, although there was fanaticism in his eyes, but there was also a trace of solemnity, whether it was the power of thunder or the power of Gengjin, it was the ultimate destructive power between heaven and earth.

The Thunder Baptism alone destroyed nearly one-third of its Holy Pattern, and this mass of Gengjin Qi Tribulation Cloud was only big and not small compared to the Thunder Tribulation Cloud just now, and it seemed that it was another tough battle.

"Come on, come on!"

Xuan Wanqing's hair flicked, in his eyes, a trace of hideousness flashed, his fingers pointed to the sky, infinite spiritual power gathered in his palm, a huge spiritual power shield, that is, it was completely enveloped, the light cover was about a thousand feet thick, and the infinite spiritual power was intertwined in it, and its body was completely wrapped into it.

At this moment, above the tribulation clouds, countless rays of light pierced through the space and swept down fiercely towards the spiritual power light shield.