"The emperor is in trouble, and the subjects are blessed!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

The excited voices of gratitude and the loud roar of the dragon formed the most earth-shattering symphony, which shook the entire capital of divine fortune.

At the same time, the attention of certain beings is also drawn.

In a certain supreme holy place in Donghua Prefecture, a dashing man in a cyan robe was drinking a cup of tea in the clouds.

The Taoist priest still has a little vermilion in the center of his eyebrows, and his hair is slightly messy, looking full of fairy spirit.

Sitting opposite him was a white-clothed monk with a handsome and handsome face that was almost bewitching.

There is a bright red, lifelike strange flower in the center of the monk's eyebrows, which looks strange and abnormal.

"Brother Dao, Donghua Prefecture is going to have an interesting monarch again." The white-clothed monk smiled slightly, and his beautiful eyes were more touching than the peerless beautiful men.

"Hehe, it's just a poor worm who died in the twilight of life, and those who didn't jump out will just lose loess sooner or later."

The man in the Taoist robe didn't care at all, he gently picked up the dragon wrapping teacup and took a sip, and after smacking his mouth, he said a little depressed:

"It's pitiful, isn't it that I deliberately indulged in the demons in my heart when I crossed the catastrophe, and I was actually grounded by my master and forbidden from drinking."

Seeing the embarrassment of the man in the robe, the white-clothed monk laughed without any grace:

"Hahaha, Brother Dao is really a strange person, he actually deliberately sank in the heart demon tribulation, just to enjoy that ethereal and illusory happiness."

"Little monk, don't laugh, you haven't sunk into the demons, but your Red Dust Buddha Kingdom is even more..."

Before the Taoist priest finished speaking, he was stopped by the little monk who stretched out his hand.

Then the little monk gently supported him with his white sleeves, and two jade pots appeared on the table.

"Haha, I knew that you, the flower monk, couldn't forget me!" As soon as the man in the robe saw the wine jug, his eyes lit up.

Immediately picked up a pot and poured a big sip into his mouth.

"Beautiful! It turned out to be the immortal brew of the Yunyan White Cliff Clan! ”

"Hehe, Brother Dao, drink it quickly, save a while Wang Xianchang is here and blame the little monk."

"Come, together! Have a good time! ”

A monk drank in the clouds like this, as if he had forgotten the insignificant prince who had just been detected by them.

......

Most of the fortunes, Yingchen has stabilized at this time.

He was sucking up a huge amount of vitality with a fierce face, as if he was competing with himself.

At this time, the seven gods in the sky had almost absorbed the energy in their bodies, and the primordial gods had already left their bodies.

After the primordial god left his body, a cloud of calamity in the sky that was far wider than that of a weasel appeared.

Even if you are an immortal, you may frown when you see this calamity cloud.

It's not that its aura is terrifying, it's that it's too big!

The vast clouds of calamity covered most of the mention, and they extended outward for an unknown amount of time.

Under the clouds, it was pitch black, as if the end had come.

Above the clouds, there seemed to be a thunder dragon swimming, and a thunderous sound came out.

The seven gods and generals all had grim faces at this time.

The vastness of the clouds also exceeded their expectations, and seven people crossed the tribulation at the same time, could it have caused any taboos?

Or is it related to Your Majesty?

The seven of them looked at Yingchen in the middle together, and they could feel that the amount of vitality in Yingchen's body was already quite terrifying, and even made them a little frightened.

But at the same time, they also sensed that Yingchen's golden pill was not broken, and the golden pill was not broken, which meant that his cultivation was still within the golden pill.

A Jindan monk has such a terrifying vitality in his body, who can not be shocked?

"Your Majesty, you may cause disaster if you do this."

On top of a tall tower below, Zhuge Liang and Jia Xu stood together.

Zhuge Liang kept pinching his fingers and wanted to calculate something, but his eyelids couldn't stop jumping, and he didn't figure out why.

The two prime ministers that Yingchen relied on the most were looking at the golden dragon in the sky with worried faces, and the thunder that began to converge on the golden dragon.

If the Heavenly Tribulation really made a move on Yingchen, no one would be able to save him.

At least in the current Shenyun territory, no one can save him, and the weasel is still far away.

......

As time passed, the clouds of calamity became thicker and thicker, and the feeling of black clouds crushing the city became more and more intense.

Most of the people in the entire capital have already woken up from the gift of Yingchen, and they all looked at the clouds in the air with a frightened face.

"Your Majesty, if you survive this tribulation, you will definitely become the true dragon emperor!"

An old man who looked a little cultivated stared at Yingchen with a solemn face.

Suddenly, a thunderous explosion was heard in the sky.

Yingchen, who was so shocked and in pain, couldn't help but open his eyes.

"System, what's wrong with me?" The moment he opened his eyes, Yingchen felt that something was wrong.

How does this thunder tribulation feel that it is more aimed at him!

"Ding, master, the rules of operation of the Godless Sutra are too mysterious, and they have attracted the attention of the Heavenly Dao of the World."

"In the next Thunder Tribulation, the master will undergo the baptism of the Nine Heavenly Tribulations."

These words made Yingchen's face tremble, this time it was big!

"So what should I do? Will it be unbearable? Why don't you give me something to save my life? ”

Yingchen asked three questions in succession, reflecting a full desire to survive.

No matter how strong the Godless Sutra is, he is now just a Jindan monk, to withstand the catastrophe caused by these seven primordial god monks.

No matter how you think about it, it's equivalent to sending it to death!

"Ding, master, this is the perfect moment to break through the realm, the difficulty of cultivating the Godless Sutra is very different from that of ordinary exercises."

"Therefore, the master's golden pill is indestructible, and it is too difficult to cultivate to the point of automatic shattering, so you can use the power of the heavenly tribulation to integrate the golden pill into the whole body."

Hearing the system's answer, Yingchen was silent, it seems that this step really can't be avoided.

"Don't be afraid no matter what difficulties you encounter, face it with a smile, the best way to eliminate fear is to face it!"

After motivating himself with the famous words of the winter swimming monster pigeon in his previous life, Yingchen felt... Even more frightened!

No one can withstand this, the Jindan realm crosses the catastrophe, and it has never been written in any book!

Yingchen even felt that there was a thunder dragon swimming above his head, which would be violently buckled on his head at any time, and it would be violently buckled nine times!

"Emperor Xi, you have to give some strength! Today, let's get through this catastrophe together! Yingchen gently stroked the golden dragon that had returned to his body, feeling a little relieved.

"Ang !!"

Suddenly, the golden dragon raised his head and roared angrily, and Yingchen hurriedly raised his head.

"It's coming!"

Yingchen and the seven god generals looked at the cloud of calamity in the sky together, and their respective heavenly tribulations were ready to go!

"Crackle, crackle!" Listening to the thunder coming from the clouds, Yingchen frowned, and the sword was already in his hand.

"Boom!"

Without warning!

Eight heavenly thunders erupted at the same time in the clouds, and Yingchen met it with his sword with all his strength in shock.

"Aang!" The golden dragon of the national fortune took the initiative to rush towards the thunder, but the tail always protected Yingchen.

......

"It's a bit interesting, but it's a pity that the way of heaven is too domineering and doesn't show the whole process."

On the clouds in the distant sky, the white-clothed monk wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes narrowed slightly to look at the empty sky in the distance.

"Hehe, it should be some kind of inheritance, the way of heaven loves to split those lucky ones."

The Taoist priest only glanced at it and continued to drink.

"What a lucky one!"