The only thing to be thankful for is that the first thunderstorm has finally passed, and he feels that his internal organs have been shattered, and his body is also broken, and the reason why he did not fall is because he is hanging by faith.

However, after experiencing the first thunder tribulation, Zimo felt that the Yan Ying Bead in his body had changed slightly, as if he was more in tune with himself, more spiritual than before, and some vague and messy memories came into his mind, but now that the thunder tribulation has not passed, Zimo has not had time to sort it out.

Although the power of that scarlet thunder destroyed his body, the benefits he obtained were also great, because he felt that his cultivation was infinitely close to the spirit infancy stage, and all he lacked was time, time to meditate and comprehend.

Zimo looked up at the gray sky, he suddenly laughed, and his dry voice was like the last return of a dying person, "What, is this the end?" If it's just this bit of power, it's too disappointing for me, it's a fool's dream to want my life with such a thunderstorm, God, have you slept for too long and slept in a daze. ”

Mu Canghai's expression was extremely complicated, he put himself in his shoes, if he put himself in Zimo's position, what should he do? How should I resist the Seven Spirits Thunder Tribulation?

The answer is that no matter what you do, in order to concentrate on the peak of the late stage, it is impossible to survive this catastrophe, no matter how you try, there is only one ending, and the body and spirit are destroyed!

At this moment, his opinion of Zimo in his heart has completely changed, and he even has a deep jealousy, and he no longer looks down on Zimo like before and thinks that he is just a good fate.

The monks within a hundred miles of the neighborhood all heard Zimo's crazy voice, some admired it, some thought it was absurd and ridiculous, some thought he was crazy, and some were as complicated as Mu Canghai, and in their hearts they were more unwilling to admit it, unwilling to admit Zimo's excellence, because they were all proud people.

Proud people never admit their jealousy.

There is only one person, and his expression is complicated not because of jealousy, but because of another kind of pride, which is for Zimo's pride.

This person held a red spear in his hand, standing on a thousand-foot high mountain, he looked at Zimo quietly, as if he was looking forward to it, and seemed to be reminiscing.

"With him, I can rest assured, he will be your pride, he will go farther and higher than me, and eventually soar above the nine heavens like a dragon, you say yes..."

The handsome man's words were not spoken after all, as if someone had choked his throat, and his expression was extremely painful, and in the end he only left a long sigh that echoed above the top of the mountain.

As soon as Zimo's words fell, the sky above his head began to change, turning from scarlet to golden yellow, like a slowly rotating golden grinding disc.

A golden thunderbolt began to brew in it, and the power of the golden thunder tribulation was stronger than that of the stinky lung tribulation, and it was also more desperate.

The golden thunderbolt finally turned into the size of a zhang, appeared from the golden millstone, and fell towards Zimo, who dared to provoke him below.

"Boom!"

A roar came, and Zimo's body seemed to be a small tree in the wind, shaking constantly, and with his bloodstained appearance, it looked like an evil ghost who had escaped from hell to accept the curse.

The golden lightning is called the Removal of Filth!

Zimo activated the last vitality in his body, and he shouted, "Nine Heavens Hell Yan Sword Array, absolutely!" ”

The eight flying swords rotated faster than usual, and the power of the "Jue" character formula formed was also greater, and a faint red light was already emitted from above, which was the essence blood that Zimo had begun to burn.

Immediately after that, he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, and the moment the essence blood appeared, it turned into a blood mist and sprinkled on the eight flying swords, and the red light of the eight flying swords suddenly brightened, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder towards the golden heavenly tribulation.

The eight flying swords were connected end to end in a line, like a sword snake swimming out of Zimo's body, with the killing sword as the head and the Sumeru mustard sword as the tail, one by one on the golden lightning.

The roar of the two colliding and the crackling sound of lightning strikes were heard, and the sound of each explosion was deafening and terrifying.

No more, no less, a total of eight hits, and Zimo also spit out eight mouthfuls of essence blood at the same time, his whole face was already lifeless, some were just a thick intent of death, and the eight flying swords flew back one by one, smooth and dull on them, and there was only a sad wail left.

However, after this blow, the golden lightning was only the size of a thumb, breaking through Zimo's armor defense and burrowing into his body.

At this moment, Zimo seemed to see that his master Ji Tian was refining the pill, he was skillful in pinching the technique, and the expression on his face was very calm.

He saw Senior Sister Bai Qingqian bending over to take care of the spirit grass, occasionally looking up at the sky, with a calm smile.

He also saw that his master Baili Chunqiu was holding a sword, frowning and silent, but the sword qi on his body stretched for dozens of miles, and the flying sword in his hand hissed and rejoiced.

There are also their own brothers and sisters with different expressions, some explore treasure hunting, some pick spiritual grass, some retreat and understand, some beat their chests, some are smiling, and some are sad.

The few friends of his, they drank happily in Wangjungui Restaurant, hooked their shoulders and sang loudly, the lyrics were full of meat words, and the wandering wreckage was not happy.

The younger sister Zicicada was pale and lonely, she sat in front of the cave on her mountain peak, next to the cliff, holding her legs, putting her small chin on her knees, watching the sea of clouds in the mountains.

On her side was a cold and beautiful face, Xue Ningchen touched the cicada's head, and the mountain breeze blew her hair, swaying with the wind.

She seemed to be aware of it and suddenly turned around, her slender fingers lifted the hair in front of her forehead, and a happy smile appeared on her cold face, she seemed to have a lot to say, but the words were swallowed up by the wind when she reached her mouth, and Zimo couldn't hear it no matter how hard she tried.

Zimo smiled and slowly closed his eyes, he felt that his life was like this, those beauty, those regrets, those unattainable, those mottled memories, all disappeared.

His body fell rapidly from the sky, he had run out of oil, and his life was about to run out.

And at this time, the third heavenly tribulation turned into cyan lightning, and it still did not give up, it wanted to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and it did not want to leave even a trace of possibility.

The name of the catastrophe is non-poisonous!

Mu Canghai stared blankly at that figure, the iron-stone heart tempered by tens of thousands of years actually rose with bitterness and sadness at this moment, his eyes were astringent and muttered, "When you live, you live, you have to die, when you die, you die, you are alone, life and death are free, you have touched the Tao." ”

The dragon baby and the monkey flew towards the falling figure in the sky as if they were not dying, but as soon as they flew out, their bodies were slapped back by an irresistible force.

Their eyes were red, and after their bodies were slapped back hundreds of feet, they still rushed forward.

Once, twice, three times...

They were covered in scales and blood gushing out, but they didn't care.

The smile on Zuo Ling's face, which had already come off the back of the dragon baby, had long since disappeared, and was replaced by a complicated color.

She has lived for so long, and she still can't understand this emotion, for someone or something, she would rather die than regret it.

Because she, Zuo Ling Ghost Ji, has no emotions since she was born, and she doesn't know what emotions are, she just looks at other people's joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and then learns from others' joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and she doesn't understand what joys, sorrows, and sorrows are at all.

She looked at the dying dragon baby and the monkey, and two gray breaths appeared in her hands, and the gray breath turned into two gray chains and locked them in the air.

"I won't stop you two if you want to die, but now is still the time, you at least wait for that kid to die before looking for death, and now this way is really a shame for your ancestors."

Zuo Ling Ghost Ji was indifferent to the roars of the dragon baby and the monkey, and she also returned to her previous lazy appearance and spoke softly.

"That kid isn't dead yet?"

Mu Canghai was thinking about how to face the emperor's punishment, and when he heard Zuo Ling's words, he hurriedly spoke.

"The two of them have a low cultivation and can't feel that kid's abnormality, but it's reasonable, your old guy's cultivation is only higher than mine, won't you go and investigate it yourself?"

Zuo Ling Ghost Ji rolled her eyes, there was no politeness in her words, and even some disdain.

Mu Canghai didn't care about her, and smiled, "Forget, forget." ”

Zuo Ling Ghost Ji didn't give up, and said bluntly, "I don't think you have forgotten, but the more you live, the less timid you become, and you were so frightened by the Seven Spirits and Thunder Tribulation that you didn't even dare to let out your divine sense." ”

Mu Canghai couldn't hold it on his face, he snorted coldly, "Who said that the old man didn't dare to exude his divine sense, you little girl, don't think of me so badly." ”

"Oh? Is it? If that's not the case, why didn't you find out if someone came within a hundred feet of us? ”

Zuo Ling Ghost Ji rubbed her cheeks, looking like you want to die and suffer to save face.

Mu Canghai coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, he turned sideways and frowned slightly, looking at the white tall figure on the high mountain in the distance.

"This person is extremely strong, although his cultivation is not as good as you and me, but it always gives me a feeling of extreme danger."

Mu Canghai didn't look back, and said in a deep voice, in fact, he not only felt danger from that person, but also had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he couldn't think of it.

"Naturally, it is extremely strong, if not, how can it be worthy of the name of the Immortal King of the Heavenly Fox Realm."

Zuo Ling Ghost Ji didn't look back, and said without being salty.

Immortal King!

Mu Canghai was shocked in his heart, after he fought with Bai Shutian ten thousand years ago, he vaguely remembered hearing him say this.

Needless to say, the Sky Fox Clan's Bai Slash Heaven is the Heavenly Fox Ancestor, he also said that he will set up a king in the future, and this person must be the strongest cultivator, the most ruthless, and the most poisonous person in the Sky Fox Clan besides him, and use it to exercise the right to punish him instead.

Now that nearly 10,000 years have passed, I didn't expect it to be true, the Sky Fox Clan really set up a king, but what he couldn't figure out was why it looked like a human race.

"What's his name?"

Mu Canghai was slightly distracted and asked casually.

Zuo Ling Ghost Ji looked up at the cyan thunder that was about to fall on Zimo's body, with a hint of surprise in her eyes, she said absentmindedly, "Bai Changsheng!" ”

Half a quarter of an hour later, the thunder in Zimo's body dissipated, and his whole body trembled in the sky, and the vitality that had just been recovered by relying on the medicinal power was exhausted again.