"Ho?!"

First exclaimed, then doubted, followed by deep horror, and there was a dull snort. Dao Dao thunder arc continued to whip, puffs of green smoke and cracks came out of the coffin, and the two large coffins trembled violently like people.

The silver serpent dances wildly, destroying evil, cleansing the wicked, and punishing anyone who dares to anger the heavens. The Heavenly Dao takes all ten thousand people and all things as dogs, and the people in the coffin are the highest and the first to strike, and the heavenly punishment they bear is the most violent. The thunder arcs continued, and in the sight, they were like rabbits chased by thunderwhips, desperately fleeing, roaring and roaring, and the wolves were unbearable.

Click, click, click!

You Shengxiu has endured hundreds of thunder arcs, how can the two big coffins be missing? Before and after, in an instant, I don't know how many times the thunder thundered, and cracks appeared on the surface of the coffin, and finally reached the limit.

"No!"

Angry screams, the coffin shattered, and each flew out a person covered with white hair, his breath was wild, and there were a few scorched black stripes on his body. After appearing, the two of them behaved in the same way, turned around and looked at them with cold eyes like poisonous snakes, and hurriedly continued to escape.

You can't help but run, you have to run away.

Fighting against the catastrophe is a "rich and dangerous search" for those who meet the catastrophe, and there is no regret in fighting for their lives, but for those who interfere, it is a doomed and humiliating battle.

There is no reward for winning, and if you lose, you will be injured, or even lose your life; at this time, a fool can also see that this crossing is extremely abnormal, the rules are too strict, and the punishment is too severe; the monks in the coffin cannot but worry about whether they will attract more punishment if they fight back against the thunder.

In terms of strength, the level of the Thunder Tribulation is insufficient, and no matter how strong the power is, it is limited; for example, if the Thunder Arc chasing them at this moment is cast by the hand of the monk, neither of them will want to take a second look, but they will come out of the hand of the Heavenly Dao. It means that you can't fight back, you can only suffer.

Not doing that?

With the experience of the right talents, there is only one piece of advice left for those who dare to be presumptuous: bear the consequences.

The white-haired monk has a long life and is experienced, and if he is not careful, he will be careless, and the possibility of suffering a second loss is extremely small. For the sake of security. The two of them didn't even use their supernatural powers, they only relied on their cultivation to resist their bodies, and "enjoyed" the punishment of heaven with peace of mind.

A very sensible move. Dao Dao Thunder Whip approached, fierce but its killing intent was significantly reduced; the two powerful faces were gloomy, although they knew that they had dealt with it accurately, but their mood was depressed as you can imagine.

What was destroyed by the wrath of heaven was not an ordinary coffin, nor an ordinary spatial treasure, but a natal magic weapon that the two of them had cultivated all their lives; There is going to be hell to pay.

It's not just that, but everywhere you look, the coffins have turned to ashes in the thunder and lightning, and the lucky ones who have not had time to make a move have been smashed to pieces by the rushing earth.

It is invincible with a thunder pool, and it is not easy to mess with the thunder pool, the key is that it is too hard; Cast a spell and blasted, attacking with all his might, but only a few stones could be chopped down. Punch out a few holes.

"It's a treasure!"

Thousands of miles of land is really a treasure!

The universe is profound, the starry sky is mysterious, and it is not uncommon to see strange treasures, but when and where can we encounter a second treasure like this? This time, tens of millions of living beings are tribulated, what will this thing become after being tempered by heavenly thunder?

No one could answer, but one thing is certain, all the monks present today. Those who understand this point are all full of greed in their hearts, and the process is different.

The weak are envious but dare not covet, and the powerful will inevitably have a whimsical idea, if they can make it their own

The thought flashed, and the two white-haired men moved their gazes upward, and soon noticed the person leading the group.

It's so eye-catching.

Even if there are tens of millions of living beings under the cover, even if the thunder pool is as violent as madness, anyone who puts his eyes into it will definitely be able to see him at first sight.

He was in the highest position, high up and no one dared to approach, and occasionally offended in the midst of the tribulation, and even took the time to pay homage and even bow down.

His aura is the most proud, and his momentum is full of subduing all beings, especially the endless vitality on his body, it feels like carrying a world with him, vast as the ocean.

His expression was the calmest, and after the first few hurries, his expression quickly turned indifferent, and his eyes scanned the surroundings and observed the situation, as if he was pointing out the country.

His eyes are the most vicious, the most ferocious, the most indifferent, the most intense, and at the same time exude a strong sense of blood, which makes people's hearts beat.

It's hard to imagine how a person can give people so many feelings, and that's the case, under the thunderstorm, Thirteen Lang's face is expressionless, and he only uses his eyes to convey what he thinks in his heart, what he thinks in his heart, and what he thinks in his soul.

No matter how many ups and downs you go through, there are always things that you can't bear, or can't help it. To be fair, whether it is Luo Sang or Huo Yan, except for the bad feeling of the strategy of the outer lands, Thirteen Lang does not think which side is more lovely than the other. Especially in war, unscrupulous means are actually right, and ferocity and even brutality are also necessary, so when he realized that he woke up and entered the battlefield, the first thing he thought about was not the camp, but how to let himself and the people he care about survive.

However, when I saw the coffin soul flag, heard the screams and roars, saw the blood-red eyes of the children of the six clans around me, and heard those wails and wild laughter, my heart was always touched. With this thought, Shisanro saw some scenes that should not be seen, and some things that should not have happened, even if this was a battlefield.

Killing people and taking souls and throwing soul flags? That's a small thing.

Luo Sang's own array, someone specially guarded a magic altar, the altar was full of captured female cultivators, I don't know what method was used, those female cultivators were pregnant, naked, surrounded by puffs of smoke, along the mother's seven orifices and even pores into the body, after which their stomachs became bigger and bigger, more and more swollen, until they burst and heard a howl, and there were evil ghosts and young beasts crawling out of it.

Born on the battlefield, congenitally absorbing the evil qi of the Quartet, the fierce ghost was born to devour the mother of pregnancy first, and then returned to the battlefield with a stronger horizontal cultivation than the mother.

This is no longer something that can be described by forbidden arts, and Jusan Lang can see that the goal of those people is not to obtain a weapon of war, but some kind of life that has not been obtained so far. Whenever a fierce ghost was born, several of the people who presided over the sacrifice would show disappointment on their faces, and then ordered another batch to be sent, and then another, and another

After watching the round of sacrifices, Thirteen Lang changed his mind in his heart, from how to live to how to fight. How can you make the most of your advantages and rewrite this battle?

The battle situation is huge, and there are many powerful people, but he knows that he, especially at this time, has this qualification and this opportunity

The sky is thundering. The thunder pillar that hit Thirteen Lang was not used by the public, colorful as flowers, and there was mist around it. In the eyes of the two white-haired monks, the white-clothed young man was fluttering under the thunder, and he couldn't see the solemnity of the robbery on his face, and he didn't even use the magic weapon, and the spell was not cast.

"Enlightenment in the flesh is a monk!"

The thunder thundered down and entered his head, like water flowing into the sea and pouring into Shisanlang's body, and he just stood. Accepting it, the surrounding lightning was shining, and a little light in the dantian gradually enlarged, strengthened, intensified, and gradually shone like a star.

What kind of response is that! What kind of breath is that!

From the moment the two bodies merged, Thirteen Lang's aura began to grow wildly, and it didn't stop for a moment. Until now. Its strength has long surpassed that of the Habitat Monks, and the thunderstorm has not stopped for a while.

Three thunderstorms in succession. All of them were accepted by Thirteen Lang in the flesh, and for him, now is the beginning of the tribulation, and it is the beginning of his breakthrough. However, in the eyes of others, the thunder has stopped, and the breakthrough has been successful. Thirteen Lang clearly succeeded in crossing the catastrophe, and changed from a god to a living cultivator.

The misunderstanding is absurd, but at the same time it is normal, the key is that there are too many people and beasts who have crossed the catastrophe, and the thunder eyes in the sky are as dense as the stars, and the ghost knows which one belongs to whom. Then there are four directions slowly robbing the clouds. The surging changes are in turmoil, and the monks cast spells on the demon beast Tudan, such an environment, even God may misunderstand the object, let alone the onlookers from afar.

"Breaking through so quickly?"

The divine consciousness did not dare to leave the body, and the two white-haired monks judged the realm of Thirteen Lang by their sight and experience, knowing that he must have crossed the habitat, but what about his Dharma appearance? What about the divine domain?

Nothing.

It's a bit unfair to say this, at this moment, there are indeed a few people, or demon beasts to complete their own tribulation, after the three thunders, the Xuanguang Sky descended, and there were a few red mangs coming to the sky, giving the gift of the Heavenly Dao to those who were recognized by the Heavenly Dao. Soon, several powerful breaths were scattered in all directions, some people were out of phase on their heads, some were transformed into monsters, and some people were newly born in the Divine Domain and shouted at the sky, wantonly expressing their hearts and happiness.

It's too fast, so fast that it seems rushed, messy, and violent!

The catastrophe came quickly, ended quickly, and there was almost no gap between the heavens and the catastrophe, which made people wonder again whether it was true or not. What is even more puzzling is that in such a hurry, the successful person receives much more rewards than everyone knows, and it feels like God has been forced to rush to understand some things so that he can free up his hands to get down to business.

So people can't help but think, with so many people and beasts, if half of the tribulations are successful, how many heavenly gifts will they get, how many cultivators will they get, how many opportunities will they have to perceive, how many people will peek through the heavens, and then get the chance?

And that piece of earth, after countless heavenly thunders and countless heavenly sacrifices, what will it become?

What about Thirteen Lang?

There is no phase above the head, no ring under the feet, the eyes are visible and powerful, and the breath is still soaring. It seems that the meaning of the Heavenly Tribulation to him is those few multicolored thunder pillars, and there is no need for anything else.

"Could it be the body of the thunder spirit?"

Misunderstanding at first glance, and then seeing its true details, the two white-haired monks exchanged glances on the way to escape, and their greed was even heavier.

As if fate was destined, the two turned around after having a plan in their hearts, and it happened that Shisanlang's eyes looked here and sparked a little bit.

Just like Thirteen Lang is particularly eye-catching in the thunder pool, the two white-haired monks were chased and beaten by the heavenly thunder unharmed, looking like the monkey king is in a high position on the mountain, although the wolf bèi, it is still eye-catching.

"You're mine. A white-haired man flicked his finger, and the lightning arc struck him with new wounds, his face contorted with anger.

"It's ours. The woman's voice was followed by another white-haired man, gritting his teeth.

"People are not people, ghosts are not ghosts, a pair of fools. ”

As if hearing the words of the two, Shisanlang responded from a distance, opened his mouth on his back and sucked hard, swallowing the unfinished heavenly thunder into his stomach, and then shouted downward.

"You, you, you, and you, stay with me and kill them!"

A god, uh, now it should be called Shengxiu, a Shengxiu summoned his companions to intercept and kill the powerhouse of Nirvana, and the absurd mention made people laugh off their big teeth, but the respondent was like winning the jackpot, and he was excited.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Cone!"

When it comes to shooting, the blood-clothed killer is always one step faster than others, a cut away, and takes advantage of the opportunity of the thunder to take a break to kill first

(To be continued......)