The world of cultivation should be calamitized like a big test in life, and if you pass the test, you can't destroy your soul if you can't pass the test, and you can't get rid of the situation of being beaten passively.

Ying Zheng is also a battle, in the battle, can be the first to take advantage of the move, Thirteen Lang is not the first person who bravely wants to counterattack, in fact, most of the Ying Zheng monks have thought of taking the initiative, but unfortunately the reality is cruel, there is no way to start.

If the thunderstorm does not come, the sky is empty, and there is nowhere to use the power of overwhelming the mountains and seas; when the thunderstorm comes, there is no way to dodge it quickly, so it can only give up the first opportunity. Even if the monk has the pride of soaring to the sky, he can only accept the arrangement of heaven, and honestly carry thunder and thunder.

Thirteen Lang didn't want to do this, he was the first monk who could take the initiative in the face of the thunder tribulation, because he had two conditions that others could not have.

His attacks are far, fast and powerful enough!

The thunder light outside the sky will show its signs, and the bright spot has just guided the thundercloud to the target, and a bolt of light that is stronger and brighter than it rises into the sky, hitting the bull's-eye.

The palm of the heavenly bow, the essence of the spiritual treasure, the stronger it is, the stronger it is, the mortal monks are difficult to refine, and there are rumors that it hinders the master. By chance, this bow kept by the Demon Palace fell into the hands of Thirteen Lang, and he made many achievements. Today, Thirteen Lang turned into a god and broke the way, and his cultivation was at the peak of this life, and his fighting spirit was also the strongest in this life.

It was a murderous aura, a cry of a killer eager to fight!

With a bow, full of strings, buckle arrows, and the mana goes away with the flying arrows; the anger of people and the madness of arrows are perfectly combined at this moment; Thirteen Lang shot the arrow, and the blood in his heart was also ignited, and his body trembled slightly because of excitement.

For him, this is an extremely rare situation. The thirteen gentlemen in the battle were as indifferent as a machine, and there was never a time when emotions interfered with the mind, but today, a hundred years of practice is about to be verified. After experiencing so many twists and turns, and being stimulated by the demonic thoughts in the Heavenly Bow, the wildness that Thirteen Lang had accumulated in the wilderness since he was a teenager came to life completely, like the fire in the center of the earth erupting into the air.

"Whew!"

Compared to the cone composed of clouds and thunder pillars, the palm of the sky is like an ant in front of the mountain, a shrimp in the sea. The tiny ones are negligible. However, when the two rays of light met, people could clearly see that in the thunder pillar and in the black cloud, a shuttle mark was so clear that the thunder pillar did not have time to dissipate its momentum, and staggered and continued to run forward. Correspondingly, the small bow and arrow cut through the waves, shooting a wide avenue in the thunder pillar.

Like a cone!

The giant cone in the sky roared down, and the head-on cone pointed its head to the sky. The roar of thousands of giant beasts in his ears was suddenly cut apart by a loud whistle, turning into wails and moans.

The cone collided with the cone, and the palm bow won completely.

Unlike ordinary arrows or supernatural powers, the damage of the Heavenly Bow is never as simple as an empty hole, and its main effect is to destroy the spirit and will, killing people and being invisible.

This requires chance and cultivation. It also requires the user to have the fighting spirit and madness to match.

I think that at the beginning, Thirteen Lang first learned the power of the Heavenly Bow. The little palace master who used it was only a Yuan Infant cultivator, and he could destroy Carmen with one arrow, six thousand disgusting spirit ants, and three hundred fingers. Because he knew that if he was penetrated by that arrow, even if it was shot in a non-fatal position such as the shoulder, legs, and abdomen, it would hurt his soul. Even lethal.

Today, Thirteen Lang sent arrows, hundreds of times stronger than the small palace master, and he turned into a god and thunder tribulation, what qualifications did he have to be arrogant.

If it weren't for the fact that Thirteen Lang had just broken through the realm, he wouldn't be too familiar with the newly acquired power. The power of this bow can be even heavier, and the kind of flying arrows of Cheng Dù will kill with one hit, and the mana consumed is also measured in heaven, and it cannot be used lightly on the thunder tribulation that does not know when it will stop.

That's enough.

In the line of sight, Lei Zhu and the huge cone behind him slammed down, the shape remained unchanged, giving people the feeling that there was only one word left: stupid!

What will happen if the galloping giant elephant breaks its front hooves, the chariot loses its helmsman, and the crest galleon has no mast?

This is the case with the Roaring Thunder Pillar, it seems that the momentum of the impact has not diminished at all, and there is actually no soul inside. Without these, it's just a slightly thicker thunderbolt, what is it to today's Thirteen Lang?

Count the hair!

"It's a loss!"

After the roar, Shisanlang clenched his fists hard, his heart was excited, and at the same time, he couldn't help but regret it, and his eyes suddenly lit up before he was finalized, and his expression became surprised again.

"Earned!"

After witnessing the power of the flying arrow, Shisanlang knew that if the Floating Demon Thunder Heart was used now, he might be able to collect more than two thunder pillars in a row. In the final analysis, this thunderstorm was so unexpected and too sudden that even if Thirteen Lang was clever, he couldn't arrange the best tactics.

What I earned here was that the arrow not only broke the thunder, but also seemed to have undergone a tempering, so it had to become smooth and dazzling, and the body of the arrow had grown a little longer.

When it encounters a strong enemy, the body of the arrow will turn into a stray arrow like a supernatural power, and after being frustrated, it will gradually diminish until it becomes more than three inches long, which means the end of the attack. At this moment, the arrow that shattered a pillar of thunder actually became longer, which was enough for Shisanlang to find inspiration, and in the future, he might be able to follow the vine and gradually find a way to truly stimulate this treasure.

Not only that, but as the arrow pierced through the thunder and returned, Jusan Lang felt as if it had come to life and had its own unique spirit.

It's hard to describe the feeling, like a person who is tired and hungry to the limit, and when he is about to pass out, he catches up with a big meal, so he fills his belly with his last strength, and while burping, he can't even take a step, and falls asleep.

Feed on the will of thunder?

How to raise that!

Thoughts of embarrassment flashed through him, and Jusan Lang found himself facing a happy and painful dilemma.

The Floating Demon Thunder Heart and the Palm Sky Bow are the two treasures that can be relied on in today's incident, and they are also the treasures that can exert the effect of surprise weapons in battle.

"Then you don't have to. ”

There is no need to worry about the things that are broken, Thirteen Lang put away the palm bow with his backhand, and with a punch, he scattered the thunder that was only an empty shell.

Thinking of these when he was supposed to be tribulated, if someone knew what Thirteen Lang was thinking at the moment, I don't know if he would spit on him.

Whether it is the deity or the clone, Thirteen Lang has fought thunderstorms at high altitudes. Now he is ten times stronger, and the will of the Heavenly Dao is nearly half weak, it is not a level or an exaggeration, but if such a power can threaten Thirteen Lang, it is impossible for him to provoke Furui Sanzhong.

The thunderstorm was broken before it was finished, not to mention how the spectators felt below. Even God was stunned for it, and there was no reaction for a while.

The black clouds were still thick, and although the rolling momentum was fierce, it was pierced through a large hole in the middle of the hole, and through the hole, people looked at the vast starry sky outside the sky in a daze, and their expressions became more and more confused.

I'm not afraid of accidents when I encounter a catastrophe, but I can't stand the same thing and then the same, and I don't wait to sort out the clue ahead. An even bigger accident followed. Repeatedly, repeatedly, repeatedly, the minds of tens of millions of monks were frozen into knots, and only random speculation remained.

What about robbery?

It's not going to be the end!

What a system!

Tribulation 369, this is common sense in common sense, generally speaking, the three tribulations are a base number, and the time between them is very short. Today, the thirteenth lang crossed the catastrophe to welcome the thunder. Regardless of whether Fu Rui was good before or later in the Thunder Tribulation, the pace was much faster than when ordinary monks broke through the realm. Other words. Everyone was waiting for this moment, and the third thunder should have reached the top of Thirteen Lang's head, but the heavenly calamity clouds seemed to be thick, but in fact, they couldn't even complete the hole that they were shot through, how could there be any shadow of the thunder tribulation.

"It won't be"

The girls' minds are always so direct, and the catastrophe is gone. The important thing is that the people who crossed the catastrophe are safe and sound. The little palace master looked at it and thought about it, but he couldn't think of it, so he couldn't help but hold the ancestor's hand and asked stupidly.

"Ha, it can't be that the thunder tribulation scared you away, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" the old ancestor's voice had the same question in his eyes. Turning his head to look at the living Buddha with the highest realm in this place.

"Thirteen last time, there should have been three tribulations plus one master, what is the reason?"

The face of the living Buddha of "Buddha Compassion" is full of suffering, which is completely different from the usual compassionate face. On the one hand, he couldn't help but want to see the process of this "unique" catastrophe, and on the other hand, he also had to suppress the needle of qi in the divine womb; in addition, the living Buddha couldn't help but glance into the distance, and he didn't dare to implement his gaze, he was single-minded and multi-purpose, and he was miserable.

"Don't be merciful yet, what the hell is going on?" Yan Shan's old temperament felt anxious and asked suspiciously.

"There is some truth in the words of the little palace master, what does the master think?"

"I'll say it!" the little palace master suddenly became happy, and his head shook.

"The truth is that the monk thinks that maybe the third thunderstorm will not be fired, just like a cannon battle without a lead. ”

Barely finding a similar analogy, the living Buddha didn't see any joy on his face, and his bitterness wrinkled into a ball.

"Mr. is a very person, a very person who does extraordinary things, breaking thunder and halfway looks mighty, but in fact he is extremely stupid"

"Why do you say that?" asked the old ancestor.

"For heaven shall not be transgressed. Yanshan Old Ancestor said solemnly.

"Yes, heaven does not do it, and if you do that, sir, the trouble will only increase. ”

"Don't commit, heh" Demon cultivation is demon cultivation, born with a bit of arrogance and temperament, the ancestor read this sentence, and some disagreed.

"I've committed all the crimes, what else can I do. Of course, the master of the small palace was more excessive, and swung his fist hard.

"Brother, beat it!"

Beat God?

Looking at the girl's pride, several bigwigs shook their heads silently and sighed silently.

"What a system!"

"It's a big problem. Looking up at the vision in the sky, Thirteen Lang's slightly manic mind slowly fell silent, and his expression was strange and solemn.

Overhead, the clouds converged towards the center in a slow but resolute manner, looking gloomy and oppressive compared to the pure rage just now. Correspondingly, the pearl cloud ring also moves closer to the inner circle, like a hoop that is constantly retracting.

Each time a Heavy Tribulation Thunderbolt is broken, the magnitude of the cloud ring shrinks greatly increases. At this moment, the "third" or fourth tribulation thunder was delayed, and Thirteen Lang had a little free, while seizing the time to regulate the mana, and by the way, he also observed the calamity cloud and the ring.

Looking at it, Thirteen Lang felt a little uneasy, and it was difficult to dissipate it.

Dao Drum Three Urging and Immortal Purification, although it brought him great pain, the final result was quite satisfactory, and it was really worthy of the word Furui, but this ring that has not known the effect of the top of the head is closer to the top of the head, the more obvious the uneasy feeling is.

"Isn't it going to be something like a shackle and end up on your head?"

Inexplicably having this thought, Shisanlang hurriedly put aside his thoughts, summoned the rouge bird to the top of his head, stood with his back against the doppelganger and spread his hands, and started to drink.

"In my name, call the fire of the world!"

(To be continued......)