"Snort!"

Rolling thunder, the sound was like a roaring lion, smashing into the air.

The blood-red sky made the entire ground stained with blood, like a post-apocalyptic scene.

But these are already indescribable what the Howling Moon Silver Wolf sees and thinks in his heart at this moment, his body is still straight at this moment, but the face with a little tiredness shows the exhaustion of his body.

"Boom!"

Another brighter lightning bolt swept by, and at the moment of crossing, the blood-colored electric light illuminated the heavens and the earth, and disappeared from the world's vision in an instant.

A red light flashed through the eyes of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf, and then it was hit by a strong blast on its body.

On his back, smiling, bloody, tearful, ethereal.

His figure, just at the top of the Nine Heavens, was smashed to the ground with hatred.

But unfortunately, the truth is contrary to the original intention.

A small figure, at this moment, came to the body of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf at a speed that almost exceeded lightning, and without thinking too much, he just caught its dying body and flew towards the sky at a high speed.

Go up, but that blood-colored lightning and thunder, what the hell is this little figure doing?

No one dared to speak, and no one dared to follow suit, all of them stood in a harmless place with him, silently watching what was happening in front of them.

However, the light of the blood-colored clouds reflected on everyone's faces was destined to make these people suffer the same from what happened at the top of the Nine Heavens. It is also destined that they will endure all this like the protagonist of this thunderstorm, the Howling Moon Silver Wolf.

The descending Howling Moon Silver Wolf only felt that its body was lifted up, but it was looking at the top of the Nine Heavens, the sea of blood-colored clouds that was getting closer and closer, and its body trembled violently with fright.

It's really scared, the power of this thunderbolt, just by rubbing its body and being swept away, can also bring fatal damage.

How does this allow me to exist in this world? Could it be that God really wants to destroy me?

"No!"

It shouted hard, but at the same time as it shouted, it felt that there was something more in his thoughts, and before he had time to think about it, he closed his eyes tightly.

A huge wolf, held up by a small figure, was flying towards the top of the Nine Heavens with some difficulty.

Heaven and earth, only the sea of blood-colored clouds remained, and blood-colored lightning streaked through from time to time, making a deafening sound.

Cangsheng, there are only a few strong people left, looking at all this indifferently, although his heart fluctuates, but on the surface, there is not much reaction.

All things have already fled under this catastrophe, and countless small birds and beasts are desperately waving their wings, wanting to fly away from here, but they are horrified to find that their own strength, in this vast sea of clouds, is as small as a boat.

There was a brief silence, and the two figures moved up a little more.

It seems to feel the changes below, and the thunder and lightning that have been somewhat restrained have become manic again at this moment, as if they have been stimulated to the wildness contained in it, and the wild feeling is out of control.

It was under the eyes of everyone that a blood-colored thunderbolt condensed.

The crackling sound was not in the ears, but it was difficult to reach the huge body.

When they could no longer take a step up, Feng Feiyu quietly let go of the arms that were holding the Howling Moon Silver Wolf.

He himself is also sweating like rain at the moment, and the strength in his body is less than one-tenth. However, despite this, he smiled at the Howling Moon Silver Wolf floating quietly, and two cute little dimples appeared on his face.

It seems that between heaven and earth at this moment, there is only one person left, and a wolf.

"Whoop!"

A dragon roared and rushed out of the sky, and the strength in the voice that could not be provoked made all those who heard this sentence tremble, feel terrified, and surrendered to it.

This tremor comes from the depths of the soul, which is a kind of tremor that the weak hold on to the strong, and there is a tremor that cannot be changed.

That kind of fear, which comes from this strength, makes everyone dare not disobey, even if it is just a void voice.

This kind of surrender is not an ordinary surrender, it is a thought that comes from the depths of the soul, which cannot be changed and cannot be replicated again.

"Zha!"

Feng Feiyu said softly, the Howling Moon Silver Wolf, who was already unconscious, opened his eyes sleepily at this moment, looked at everything that happened in front of him blankly, and after making a simple eye contact with Feng Feiyu, the corners of his mouth smiled.

"To destroy me today is to bear this invisible fire in my heart!"

"Drink!" it snapped, and its form vanished in an instant.

"Bang!"

When everyone heard the thunderous sound again, they unexpectedly discovered that the figure of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf had appeared farther away at the edge of the sky.

It seems far, it seems near, it seems real, it seems illusory.

But that's exactly what happened.

However, what surprised everyone was not its speed. Rather, it's the behavior of the moment.

Feng Feiyu glanced at the corner of his eye, and he saw the Howling Moon Silver Wolf in the distance, and at this moment, his body was soaring again, and he was facing a huge blood-colored dragon head-on with a body almost the size of a small mountain.

"Brontosaurus!"

A strong man exclaimed.

Feng Feiyu was very surprised to glance at the direction where the voice came from, and then looked at everyone he touched, but the result was to disappoint him.

But anyone who dared to look at him did not have the confidence and bearing to say that sentence.

In other words, here, there are the strong, moreover, the stronger.

Feng Feiyu smiled bitterly in his heart, his understanding of the Eastern Regions, and other domains in the world, and the Eastern Regions was simply too superficial.

In this way, the Eastern Regions are not without strong people. It's that the Eastern Regions are full of strong people.

It's just that these strong people, for some reason, completely chose to live a low-key life, and did not compete and chase fame and fortune like in the Western Regions.

Feng Feiyu smiled bitterly in his heart, if he could live in the Eastern Regions for a long time, maybe he would become as low-key as these people, right? But unfortunately, he couldn't be in the Eastern Regions forever.

His three apprentices have long since disappeared, and now there is no news. And his dearest and beloved ones are all in the Western Regions now. The biggest enemy in his heart is now also the king and hegemon of the Western Regions.

If one day he can't return to the Western Regions, he won't be blind even if he dies.

"When I win the Spirit Order, it will be when I return to the Western Regions!"

As he spoke, those two Spirit Orders resurfaced in his heart.

Others don't know, but he won't know that the origin of these two spirit orders is his previous life, Xiao Qingfeng's hand.

Moreover, the world will never know that with Xiao Qingfeng's death, the price of the existing Spirit Order in the world will be speculated to a high level.

But now, what he has to do is to laugh and be proud for nine days and face the thunder tribulation.

"Tom!"