Anxiety is useless, anger is useless, even helplessness is useless, and the triple Fury follows one after another, not giving people a chance to breathe at all. Seeing this scene, even if he didn't have the insight of Jin Wu, Thirteen Lang and many monks below could realize that things were not the same as they had originally thought.

It's all about killing.

The law body is on vacation, the spirit and demon are double cultivation, and Thirteen Lang dares to pat his chest and declare that in the same realm, his mana is more than twice as thick as that of ordinary monks. It's a simple comparison, when the mirror is almost equal to an empty bottle just broken, the power it can hold is also doubled.

People are like this, how about rougeal birds?

Demon beasts are different from human cultivators, they are born with a strong physique and a long lifespan, and the difficulty of advancing is also higher. Seven to the eighth level is as difficult as a moat, and it is even more difficult to move above the eighth level, and every step forward requires a large amount of cultivation to do support.

After two thunderbolts, Thirteen Lang is about to move towards the mid-stage transformation of the god, and the cultivation of the rouge bird is also rising, one person and one demon, and the sum of the mana of more than three or four, or even more than five people, is actually just a prelude?

Of course, it is a good thing that cultivation can be improved, but monks never achieve it overnight, and they can't do that. It's like the old man of the Three Mountains can advance by taking the Life and Destruction Pill, and he can try it by changing to a monk to protect it into flying ashes.

Tens of thousands of monks looked up at the sky and watched the third thunder pillar roar down, descending on the top of Thirteen Lang's head like crushing ants, and couldn't help but have a thought in their hearts, or this is Mr. Thirteen's Heavenly Tribulation?

The next moment, there was a loud roar in the air, and the miserable scene seemed to verify people's conjectures, and people did not dare to see it in person.

When Lei Zhu was approaching, he saw Thirteen Lang reaching out to stop or shout for support, but the result was like a mantis arm as a car, and his body was quickly submerged by Lei Zhu, blooming with pieces of blood.

Is that an injury? No. There is clearly the feeling of thousands of ropes pulling the whole body and flying from the inside out.

In the sea of fire, in the thunder pool, Shisanlang turned into a big flower, and the blood was pulling the flesh, and the shredded meat was accompanied by tendons. The veins tugged at the bones, falling apart in the blink of an eye.

He's dead?

Tens of thousands of cultivators asked themselves in amazement, they couldn't talk about any specific feelings, they just felt that their hearts were empty and there was no way to cling to them, and countless mouths in their minds were desperately screaming and shouting loudly, but they couldn't hear any sound.

"Ahh

"Brother"

"Daddy"

A few sharp calls, a few upward swoops, and then a few stern stops. A few volleys of hands reached out in the air, and the people who threw themselves out were caught, and the people's minds were cleared, and then they gasped, and there was no more thought left in their hearts.

I could ask if Thirteen Lang was dead before, but now, everyone has no idea in their hearts and is completely confused.

Blood, flesh, sinew, and bones flew out. It's as if you're being grabbed by something, little by little, one by one. Among the thunder pillars. The faintly scented droplets seeped into the body, quickly turning into a mist-like mass that enveloped the scattered flesh in an incomprehensible synergy.

Because of this combined force, Thirteen Lang's body condensed again, and then collapsed like a flood, in exchange for another roar.

Another drop of water seeped into the body. Another mist was unpredictable and misty, and those that had spread out had re-condensed, tighter, tighter, more refined.

Universally. Who can withstand this torment?

Scattered again and again, reorganized again and again, slowly, Thirteen Lang's body became different from ordinary people

It is impossible to describe the difference, and people look at the "flesh and blood" person, and a feeling arises in their hearts: it is like a stone and wood statue with a soul, and for the first time they see a person who is completely different from their own shape, and they become curious about why they have blood, flesh, meridian bones, and tears

The fairy spirit refining can actually be regarded as the tempering after the rumored successful ascension, the difference is that one is gentle and invisible, one is domineering and cannot be refused, one comes from the fairy qi, and the other comes from those small water droplets after the condensed fairy qi.

Of course, it is also necessary to add three urges.

The people around them didn't understand this, they only saw that Shisanlang's body was scattered and gathered, gathered and scattered, and such a drastic change, about the Taoist Academy, about Dabi, and even about the seizure of the courtyard were forgotten by people, and the overwhelming coercion could not be felt, and the only thing everyone cared about was whether Shisanlang could hold it up or not.

A few people gradually realized that this kind of gathering and dispersion was related to those water droplets, so they fixed their eyes to count the number, and their hearts sank again.

Lei Zhu is still strong and domineering, and there are not many small droplets

"Whew!"

The roar sounded for the eighth time, and in the thunder pillar, Thirteen Lang's face was already skinless, and his empty eye sockets quickly condensed out of his eyeballs, and they were scattered by the huge force before they were formed.

But he saw it.

He saw that after experiencing the pain of eight bursts, his strongest parts, the indestructible hands, were no longer as disintegrated as they were at the beginning, and they were able to maintain their original shape, and even slowly grow skin.

This is progress, it is a visible harvest in growth, at this moment, Thirteen Lang, his divine consciousness has long been chaotic, and his mana cannot be called in an orderly manner, he can only rely on instinct to urge slightly, like the next level of impact, and then impact

The rouge bird was put away, the doppelganger did not move, the star seal was not stimulated, and in the face of the saddest level, Thirteen Lang had to not take out the hole cards, but put away a part. Because he knew that the rouge bird would definitely not be able to withstand this kind of impact, and once he died, even those immortal liquids could not be saved. The clone may be able to try, but there is a reassuring factor to be taken into account, he is a demon cultivator after all.

It is the way of heaven for the spirit and demon to be the enemy, although the essence of the essence is the same, if there is no certainty, or until the last moment, the Thirteen Lang people dare not take risks.

In addition, Jusan Lang felt the effect of water droplets, no matter what the body collapsed into, it was able to keep it from completely disappearing, and it was able to promote the absorption of power in the process. In other words, if the Rouge Bird and the doppelganger are used, the pain suffered by Jusan Lang will be reduced, and even the body will not collapse, at the cost of reducing the power absorbed by the deity and slowing down the speed of increase.

It is said that the deity is a family, and the power is used by anyone, but at this special time. The situation is different.

Even after such an ordeal, Jusan Lang's mind was always clear that he had noticed the number of water droplets before others, and he quickly realized that when those water droplets were consumed, he could only fight them with his body. There is no external force.

This means that he needs to grow as much as he can before the drops break up, and he needs to keep enough hole cards.

As long as you don't die.

"As long as you don't die!"

Roaring and shouting these words, Shisanlang raised, it should be said, took the white bone Sensen's hand, and pointed it three times at the chest and abdomen, which were also white and sensible, and even the five organs were damaged.

"Raw!"

The Tao of Life and Destruction, only taking the will of life, this is the first time he has used supernatural powers, and the target is his own Yuan Baby.

Washed by huge force, the little yuan baby is not in shape. Because he is a spirit body, he has no real muscles and bones to support him, he lacks arms and legs, and even half of his body is left, and such a primordial infant cannot even cast spells, and must rely on the physical body to maintain it.

Eating supplements to eat so Cheng dù, the world is unparalleled.

The words are exported, and the black and white qi flow with it, and the yuan baby is like being given a dose of heart strengthening medicine, and his spirit is lifted. At this moment, Jusan Lang could feel it. Although Yuanying is fragmented, it has an extra layer of glass-like luster on the outside of its body. At first glance, it looks like a film, but when you look closely, it looks like a shadow, a shadow that is draped over the body like a veil.

What is that?

Thirteen Lang had never heard of such a situation, and he didn't have time to think about it at this time, and he maintained his appearance as a good Yuan Baby, and his energy returned to his physical body and cultivation, along with the Yuan Infant who had recovered. Fight hard with Hong Feng for control.

Only by mastering the flow of great power can he gain the initiative and usher in the turning point of this alternative battle. With this thought in his mind, Thirteen Lang pointed out for the second time and used his second magical power on himself.

"Definitely!"

Determine. Fix your body and mind and settle your soul, and in an instant, time is exchanged for a moment of buffer, and the bones of the right arm are connected.

Without a moment's hesitation, Thirteen Lang stretched out his arms, flexed his palms, clenched his fists, and smashed the top of his head.

"Shape the spirit and change, create!"

After turning into a god, he realized that he had another talent of the Spirit Shaping Clan, which was different from the technique of seizing the soul of the cold jade burning soul back then, and the talent of Thirteen Lang was only one word: Create!

What is creation? It is to create, to create, to create

There is no need to fight, and your own part will not be used up, so you can only build.

A layer of dazzling to the extreme brilliance rose from the spiritual platform, draped and hung to cover the whole body, and the recovery that was originally urged by the water droplets suddenly accelerated, and Shisanlang's arms were complete.

Another rout followed in time, and the roar was still the same, but unlike the previous poignant, the whistle sound was more unyielding and arrogant, and had the pride of looking down on the world and even the sky.

"Come again!"

The tenth rupture, the flesh and blood were nearly three feet away from the body, and Thirteen Lang drank the second sound.

Eleven times of collapse, Thirteen Lang's palms were skinned, and there were finally eyeballs in his eye sockets.

Twelve, thirteen, fifteen

Eighteen times and the last.

"Seal!"

I can't count how many forbidden rings have made a move, and the layers of water are pouring towards the last droplet, and Shisanlang's body is constantly bulging, and the skin and flesh are cracked in many places, and there are broken bones.

These could not change his determination, and he had already prepared it.

Those droplets were too precious, so precious that Thirteen Lang didn't dare to expect to encounter them a second time, and as long as he could not die, he would keep them for a rainy day, even if it was only a drop, or even a trace.

"Seal, seal, seal?"

It was much easier than he imagined, and Thirteen Lang was worried that his forbidden path was not clever enough, but he didn't use much force, and the water droplet stopped honestly in the ring, obedient as a lamb.

"That's the reward!"

sighed in his heart, the movements in his hands did not stop, and Thirteen Lang pocketed the water droplet with his backhand, and his body shook slightly.

"Come out!"

The doppelganger and the rouge bird finally appeared, and together with the deity, made a final fight.

There is no need to keep it anymore. Although the current Thirteen Lang is injured, the effect of those water droplets is still there, and his cultivation, body, and recovery ability are all at the peak of his cultivation, if he can't win this "battle", he should die.

Roar!

The roaring thunder pillar fell on the head, the two of them roared three times, and Thirteen Lang raised his head high and laughed wildly at the sky.

"Yes, no, yes!"

(To be continued......)