Thousands of miles of planets tore through the void, branches and leaves fell in all directions, and thousands of miles of land swooped like a well.

The well is far-reaching, and it is impossible to see the bottom for a moment, and the thunder pool on the ground is furious, and the thunder is wild from the sky, like a silver stick. Being in the midst of it, the will of the Heavenly Dao was clear and audible, and it added a bit of heaviness to the slaughter.

"Roar!"

The thunder is like a dragon jumping, the roar of the monks of the robbery comes and goes, the Taoist mystic weapon hits the sky, and the thunder is intertwined into a piece, the viewer is shocked, the listener is moved, and the thoughts are chaotic as in a dream.

The catastrophe is ruthless, there are constantly dead, injured, or successful monks in battle, the living roar, the wounded helpless to fight, the dead desperately fall into reincarnation, or enter a world that cannot be perceived and experienced, the monk's life, the most able to release feelings, all kinds of expressions and thousands of meditations, all in it.

As time passed, more and more monks rushed over, watching the thunder dragon rush to the ground from afar, looking dazed and slightly wooden.

When we fight with each other, we have to show that everyone in the plain is the same way, and we can even call it companions who have walked on the same path, and when we see so many companions rushing through the realm at the same time, people unconsciously look back on their lives and find their own shadows in the monks who have crossed the path.

That person, full of righteousness, wielding a sword to fight, was as excited as if he had first set foot in the mountain gate, could it be a replay of his youth?

That person, with his clothes fluttering and smiling proudly, is as proud as to slay demons and subdue demons, is it that he walked the world when he was young?

That person, with his hair scattered, his expression was grim, and he was fighting like a life-and-death enemy, just like when he was wronged.

That person. Quiet and peaceful, with deep eyes and a joyful heart, it is against the sky. Is it what you are pursuing to see through the ultimate?

That person

That person

And the man

There are thousands of appearances when thousands of people cross the catastrophe, and thousands of appearances compare with thousands of years of time and experience, who dares to say that it is all strange, who can not be moved!

Like the battlefield monks before him, no one had ever seen such a scene, and it was impossible not to be thrilled, and if it were not for the strong confidence accumulated in a hundred years of victory, this spectacle alone would have been inspiring. I dare not fight, and I cannot, fight.

Alas!

Call!

Ho!

I don't know who let out the first sigh, and then there was an echo, and the voices around the ancient wood sighed deeply. A dignified aura slowly grew, gradually enveloping all directions, enveloping everyone. Anger or hatred. So is Rosan. Whether it is Huoyan or not, at this point, the battlefield group is about to be tribulated, and it is no longer a matter of a certain group, a certain group, or a certain party, but to torture everyone's hearts.

The battle for reinforcements was not completely over, and from time to time Brother Huoyan flew in and had to rush to this exit, but he forgot to shoot at Brother Robsang and looked at the bottom of the well in a daze. Similarly, the surrounding monks of Roussan did not make a move. Silently immersed in that strange atmosphere, in a trance.

Strike on the battlefield. Fantastic scenes that no one even knows when they will take shape.

Click!

The most violent and final thunder fell, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the sky was dim and faint, and pieces of spiritual light were sprinkled in an instant. The vision then cleared up, and when he looked down, there were only half of the nearly 1,000 Tribulation Cultivators left on the Crazy Spirit Land, and the situation was much worse than when the Thousand Feet Collective Tribulation was over.

Normal, and reasonable. Ascended monks, theoretically, are all approaching the threshold, and the mad spirit has been cultivating for a hundred years, and if they can live, they should have crossed the tribulation a long time ago, and if they can't pass, they can't pass it. The battlefield stood out, nearly half of the robbers, nearly half of the robbers brought a godsend, and the tide was fierce and forced nearly half of the monks who had landed on the shore, and still drowned half of them.

The way of heaven is eternal, the way of heaven is far away, even if there is an elixir that everyone can take, not everyone can become an immortal.

Even if you have the power to return to heaven, there is nothing you can't do, this is the ruthlessness of cultivation and the indifference of the Tao.

There was silence in all directions

There is silence in all directions, and colorful clouds are blooming.

The sky is woven with brocade silk, clusters of clouds change color, colorful, rich and solemn, revealing a strong joy; silver filaments shuttle in the seven colors, and they are connected into pieces like flying needles, and in an instant, the heavens and the earth are shrouded in the breath of joy, and the huge Luosang is in the middle, and a leaf of spirit boat is in the vast sea of flowers.

That is the core, the source of joy, the root of what makes people's hearts move, they can't move, they don't dare, they can't bear to move. In all directions, more than 10,000 monks from both sides of Luosang and Huoyan gathered, and their hearts were filled with joy, as if facing the hijab on the bride's head, their hearts itched and wanted to reveal it, but they didn't dare to make a move.

People move the will of heaven, the joy of heaven, who dares to disturb it.

After Caixia, it snowed.

The goose feathers and snow flakes are like knives, angry in the east, depressed in the west, unwilling in the south, desperate in the north, resentful in the front, crazy in the back, hundreds of millions of snowflakes and hundreds of millions of sorrows, showing the wounds of the monks.

Failure in the tribulation is a common thing, who has ever seen the fall of five hundred monks in the tribulation?

One person practiced, a thousand years of suffering, five hundred people practiced, millions of years of experience, millions of years of experience, millions of years of experience of life, how can you not move the heart of heaven?

Heaven is ruthless, the world is merciful, every life in the realm is its people, and the monks who cultivate the way and can survive the calamities are especially beloved. Five hundred beloved lives are in ruins, and the world can not be saddened.

There was silence in all directions, and the cold snow was flying.

According to the plan, when the robbery is exhausted, it is the moment of the charge, the Luosang ancient wood is a good trap, surrounded by heavy killing machines on all sides, and many monks on the periphery are surrounded and suppressed, and no one is allowed to escape. However, at this moment, the monks were silent and confused, Rousanne was as dark as sleep, and the thousands of branches that fell on both sides could not return to their original position, and they let go of the great fighter in vain.

Wrapped in cold makeup, the sorrow of the sky, who dares to blaspheme.

Thousands of people crossed the catastrophe, five hundred lived, five hundred died, alive to feel the enlightenment of heaven brings great joy, the despair and coldness of the dead cause heavy sorrow, joy and sorrow are the extreme, so

Colorful clouds, cold snow flying.

The love of the world, when the joy and sorrow are the most difficult, because the heart has no fixed place;

There are many onlookers, invincible on all sides.

The group cultivators were silent, silently watching the land that released endless sorrows and joys falling into the deep well and rushing straight to the ground.

Time passes, the whistling smells bad, the joy of the rainbow finally comes to an end, the cold snow covers the earth, and then there is always a sunny day.

On a sunny day, people wake up and the noise starts.

"Ahh

"Roar, roar, roar, roar" The monk in Tsing Yi was the only one, and he was the first to show his murderous intentions: "Kill!"

"Uh-huh!" a few people didn't believe it, and the fairy changed his expression: "What is that!"

"Providence is mine, chance!"

The sky is sad and joyful, people are thoughtful, the only one in the ten thousand cultivators is sober, Thirteen Lang shouted loudly, and the mana was fully opened.

In the line of sight, the morning sun appeared, and the bright red wheel did not face the sky, but fell into the deep valley like a meteor, rushing straight to the ground. With the ensuing changes, the psychic technique suddenly became jerky and difficult, no matter how the fairy exerted his strength, shouted angrily, begged and even pleaded, Luosang Gumu still hesitated, wandering, and struggling desperately.

Jin Wu! Haoyang! Luo Sangmu, where you land. Luo Sang was born with the Golden Crow, and all the monks in the world have heard of it, as the heir of the genuine Golden Crow, how could Thirteen Lang not know?

I haven't really "set fire" all the time, not because the mana is difficult to move, of course, that kind of scruple does exist, but it doesn't tie up its hands and feet.

The reason why he didn't dare to start was because he was afraid, and Shisanro had too much fear, too much worry, too much hesitation and too much panic.

He was afraid that Jinshan would burn the sky during the war, although the source came from the earth fire, who knew if Luo Sang would hold a grudge because of this?

He hesitated, Luosang Gumu was born in Luosan, helped the war for a hundred years and has a "master", who knows if the banshee is completely controlled?

He was afraid that he would contribute the most to the logging battle, and Luo Sang was forbidden to only recognize the enemy and me, and the devil knew if it was as obsessed with Haoyang as rumored?

He was worried that his cultivation time was short, his realm was low, and the True Yang Fire was not pure enough, who could guarantee that he would be able to shake Luo Sang's heart?

Thousands of cultivators failed to kill a single soldier, thinking that they had miscalculated and did not expect to cause changes in the world; the heaven and earth shared sorrow and joy to achieve a boundless illusion, and more than 10,000 enemies watched silently, and they got a lot of time in vain.

When the colorful glow retreated and the snow returned, the mad spirit was very close to the underground, from the body of Luosang Gumu!

More important, no, the most important thing is that when heaven and earth are happy and sad, all things and all spirits think the same thing, and Shisanlang immediately felt that the aura of Luosang Gumu had changed, from enemy, hatred, and killing to suspicion, confusion, and closeness.

Whether it was the loosening of the prohibition or the awakening of innate instinct, in short, Luo Sang sensed the true yang aura in Shisanlang's body, and was testing, detecting, and verifying it in his unique way.

So what are you hesitating about!

This is providence, it is luck, it is an opportunity that cannot be missed, fighter!

"Shape the Spirit!"

Roaring and transforming, talent dictated, Thirteen Lang's aura instantly rose and rushed straight to Nirvana. It should be mentioned that even if the timing of the battle is not considered, now is the most important time for it to cast the Shaping Transformation. After the catastrophe, five hundred blessings were given, and everyone in the mad spirit land shared, not only that, after the heaven and earth were happy and sad together, this time the heavenly way was extraordinarily kind, and the rain was like rain and bursts of light, not to mention those sons of Tianjiao who had been cultivating for many years, but a fool was still here, and he was afraid that he would immediately become a genius.

The Shaping Spirit Transformation has always been heavily loaded, and the higher the cultivation, the greater the effect, and the stronger the backlash will naturally be; in normal times, until the moment of despair, Thirteen Lang said that he did not dare to move lightly, at this moment, the heavens are like a tide, just to nourish the essence and reduce the burden to the lightest.

So what are you hesitating about!

"Huayang!"

After the spirit is sculpted, the fire is burned, and the golden wheel of a hundred zhang rises wildly; in an instant, Haoyang's unique breath expands in all directions, and the killing momentum of the four directions formed by the strong urging of the fairy is another pause.

Rosang hesitates, and Gumu faces a difficult choice.

Jusan Lang didn't have time to wait, so he didn't give it time to choose.

"Kill!"

After the reminder, the golden crow sang, nearly a thousand monks pounced out of the mad spirit land, Haoyang Firebird took the lead, and the thousand-zhang giant sword was swung in the air, towards the huge base of the mountain and the wide base of the ocean, and struck a fierce and vicious blow

(To be continued......)