With the blessing of the power of the double thunder tribulation, the momentum of the seventh heavenly thunder was extremely terrifying, and Wang Quanquan couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he looked at the scene of red sky.

In the midst of the thunderstorm, Wen Fuding seemed to have accepted his fate, and after ten breaths, the old Taoist who was scorched and blackened sat in place, looking at the king's authority calmly.

Wang Quanquan also looked at the other party, and at this moment, he seemed to have read something different in the eyes of the other party.

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"When did I become like this?"

The old and almost decaying Taoist muttered in a low voice, reached out and pulled out a piece of talisman paper from his bosom and pasted it on his forehead.

He knew that he was just delaying the time of death, but his persistence in becoming an immortal for many years made him still unbelieving in his fate even if he died.

"Heavenly Dao?"

Wen Fuding raised his head and looked at the red clouds that almost covered the entire capital, and there were bursts of thunder in the red clouds, obviously brewing a greater thunderstorm.

……

Wang Quanquan and the others have withdrawn from the distance, judging from the power of the thunder just now, the scope of the next time will only be larger, and it will cover the entire palace if it is not even, and it is better to be safe.

After a night of fighting, the time had reached early in the morning, but under the cover of clouds and dark clouds, the entire capital was still pitch black.

Many of the people gradually became accustomed to the vision and returned to their homes, with only a few who believed in the ghosts and gods choosing to kneel in the streets.

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The eighth thunderstorm didn't seem to take much time, just a little more than a quarter of an hour, the sound in the clouds stopped abruptly, and then eight consecutive heavenly thunderbolts descended at the same time, hitting Wen Fuding together.

The rune paper on Lao Dao's forehead flashed and flashed, until all the eight heavenly thunders fell, and the golden rune paper completely turned into flying ashes.

Seeing that Tianlei changed its form, several people present couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts, but Wen Fuding, who was the party concerned, seemed to see it, mechanically took out a piece of talisman paper and put it on his forehead, and closed his eyes.

Only before death can people realize the preciousness of life.

If you go back to a few decades ago, maybe that child will not take over the robe, but will only marry a wife and have children like ordinary people, and spend his life ordinarily.

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Another quarter of an hour, just as the thunder was about to fall, there was another change in the nine heavens, first behind the red clouds gradually flooded with golden intent, and then a majestic voice resounded throughout the sky:

"I am the Antarctic Immortal Emperor, who has transformed the Nine Heavens into the Thunder of the Nine Heavens and the Heavenly Venerable, and is in charge of the government of thunder.

By the name of my prestige, you have committed an act of rebellion against the heavens, and your crime should be punished, and I have been ordered to preside over the thunderstorm, and I am bound to kill you here, and your soul will be sent to the infernal hell and burned by the eternal fire. ”

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Rao is Wen Fuding is ready to die, and he can't help but turn blue at this moment.

The one who spoke was undoubtedly the God he had been searching for all his life but could not hope for, and the words of the other party were God's will.

Wang Quanquan and the others were also shocked, Wen Lao Dao What a great sin this was, and let the gods go down to earth to collect him personally.

Several people glanced at each other, and hurriedly stepped back, so as not to affect the pond fish in a moment, even if it was just to splash blood on their bodies, it would not be unlucky.

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Wen Fuding's face turned blue for a while, and finally stood up, he looked at the piece of golden intent behind the clouds, and suddenly laughed:

"Haha, what bullshit fairy, only dare to hide behind and be a shrunken king, why are the rules made by you, and why do you decide the life and death of others.

I don't believe in heaven but believe in myself, what's wrong? Why are you right? It's just that he was born hundreds of years earlier, and he is here to shout and play prestige......"

A dignified Taoist real person, when he died, he was scolded like a scoundrel, and he was scolded by the gods in the sky.

Even the royal authority in the distance couldn't help but admire the old way, and secretly said that he finally looked like a man.

Wen Fuding seems to have been opened up at this moment, and he no longer looks like an old dragon clock, scolding the immortals as if he has inexhaustible strength, and at this time he has crossed his waist, and his posture is more shrewd than a shrew, and his words are so dirty that he can't even listen to the king's authority.

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The self-proclaimed god above the clouds never returned the favor, but said without emotion: "If you do not respect heaven and earth, you should be punished, the ninth thunder, the mine." ”

A very majestic voice fell, and the red clouds changed for the first time.

With Wen Fuding as the center, it seems to be swept by the wind, and the clouds pour down with the momentum of the tornado, and the thunder in the tornado is bursting, the red and the gold coexist, the red is bright red like blood, and the gold is eye-catching.

Wen Fuding stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the center of the tornado, and his pride was even more than before.

A golden and red thunder only the thickness of a big tree fell from the sky, although the momentum was not as strong as the previous ones, but the terrifying aura in it made the three people who were five hundred steps away feel that their souls were trembling.

This is the power of heaven and man, this is the wrath of immortals.

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The thunderstorm called "Mine" fell in response, and for the first time, the existence above the sky made an emotional voice:

"You actually have a lightning charm? It doesn't matter, Bendi wants to see how many times you can resist. ”

As soon as the words of the self-proclaimed Antarctic Immortal Emperor fell, the entire cloud of calamity was gilded with gold, and the sky was golden and red, and even the rising sun was covered with its brilliance.

When the people below saw this scene of the arrival of a god in fear, they all took to the streets and knelt down without exception.

Wang Quanquan looked at this extremely beautiful scenery, his eyelids couldn't stop beating wildly, and then shouted to the two people beside him:

"Hurry up, Wen Laodao really angered the immortals this time, if you go slowly, we all have to follow the funeral."

The other two had already seen that something was wrong, and as soon as Wang Quanquan finished speaking, the three of them headed towards the periphery of the clouds.

The clouds almost covered the entire capital, and the moment the three of them left the range of the capital, a thunder pool was born out of thin air above the entire capital, and between the red clouds and the black clouds, the thunder pillars that did not lose the mines just now fell violently.

Wen Fuding, who was in it, was full of unwillingness, he was unwilling to be just a mortal, nor was he willing to be subservient to others, and he was not willing to fall...... It's just that all the unwillingness is not worth mentioning in front of Tianwei.

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"If you disobey the way of heaven, there will be a punishment for the way of heaven, and the tenth of the thunder will be the thunder."

The majestic voice sounded again, and countless pillars of thunder around him rushed to the center, and the target was the weeping old man with white hair.

Lao Dao closed his eyes, "Poor Dao doesn't believe in the Dao of Heaven, what qualifications does the Dao of Heaven have to punish me?" ”

Wen Fuding's words were extremely arrogant, his hands were sealed again, and a pale gray aura emerged from his body, which was already his last resort.

The voice above the sky is still full of coldness:

"The power of faith, yes, but it's a pity that it's too weak."

In other words, thousands of thunderbolts converge in one place......

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"Master, why does Heaven send down a punishment?" A young Taoist boy with delicate eyebrows looked at the sky and asked puzzled.

The middle-aged Taoist priest on the side smiled and said slowly:

"If we cultivators want to build the Dao, we must conform to the will of heaven, if there is a move against the sky, the punishment will not be far away."

"I see, this is the so-called Fengtian carrier." Xiaodao Tong was surprised.

The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded, touched the little Taoist boy's head and said:

"Fuding, even if your qualifications look at the entire Taoist system, you can also rank in the top three, you must cherish your blessings, and you must not do anything that violates the principles of heaven, as long as you persevere in cultivating the Tao, you will definitely be the first person to ascend in the Chuanqi Mansion."

"Well, the apprentice knows, cherish the blessings and virtues, and conform to the way of heaven." Xiaodao Tong nodded his head.

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