"What a lucky one!"

An ethereal immortal sound suddenly came out, and the Taoist monk's face changed at the same time.

The monk directly turned into petals and dissipated into the sky.

However, before it could dissipate, suddenly a white light rolled by, and the figure of the white-clothed monk was squeezed out of the space and fell in front of the Taoist priest.

At this time, an old man in a Taoist robe with white hair walked out of the clouds and mist, a pair of sword eyebrows erected, looking full of ferocity.

"Immortal Chief!"

"Master!"

The moment they saw the old man, they saluted respectfully at the same time.

"You little monk, come and bring him wine again!" The white-haired old man looked at the white-clothed monk with some anger.

"The immortal chief misunderstood, the little monk made a special trip to send wine to the immortal chief."

When the white-clothed monk heard Lao Dao's angry voice, he immediately stretched out his hand to caress it, and a whole five jars of well-sealed wine appeared in front of him.

When the two Taoist priests, one old and one young, saw these wines, their eyes lit up.

The little Taoist priest was even more embarrassed, and his saliva was about to flow out.

"Uh-huh! Shame on you!" After glaring at the little Taoist priest with some hatred of iron and steel, the old Taoist stretched out his hand without a trace, and the five altars of fine wine disappeared immediately.

"Master, leave me an altar..."

The little Taoist priest was a little unwilling to say something, but after seeing the old Tao's gently turning fingers, he immediately stopped talking.

"Oh? Can the Tribulation be actively covered up by the Heavenly Dao?" After Lao Dao took the wine, he didn't say anything anymore, but noticed the direction of Yingchen's tribulation.

"How is this cloud of calamity nondescript?" Lao Dao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw that something was wrong.

"Can the Immortal Elder see through it?" The little monk asked casually.

"Hehe, don't dig into the things covered up by the Heavenly Dao, it's not good for the future tribulation."

Lao Dao glanced at the demonic little monk lightly, and then turned away.

Before leaving, he reminded again:

"Little monk, don't go to investigate, this is the realm of my eldest apprentice."

"He has always been at odds with your old Buddha, and if he catches you meddling in the affairs of Donghuazhou, I'm afraid the old man won't be able to save you."

After speaking, the old Taoist priest walked forward slowly, and with a gust of fairy wind, the old figure disappeared.

"Monk Hua, my senior brother's cultivation is unfathomable, and his temper is not very good, you must not mess with him."

"It's really angry with him, I'm afraid that the big Buddha in your family won't be useful if he comes."

The little Taoist priest also opened his mouth to remind.

Although this little monk has an extraordinary background, his senior brother is the lord of the Donghua Dynasty and the true ruler of Donghua Prefecture.

That ruler is a true hero, and he never allows outsiders to stick their hands in Donghuazhou.

Even if it is the Heavenly Fortune Dynasty, he doesn't give face.

"Hehe, don't worry, the little monk knows what's wrong."

Even though he said that, the demonic monk couldn't help but take another look at the direction of the Heavenly Tribulation Fluctuations.

......

Most of the gods are high in the sky.

At this time, the seven great gods have all completed their own tribulation, after all, there is only one body refining tribulation thunder when entering the Yuan God.

After the tribulation, they were staring at Yingchen in the middle with grim faces.

Just now, Yingchen has already suffered three thunderstorms!

The three tribulation thunderbolts first collided with the National Fortune Golden Dragon, and then went down the body of the National Fortune Golden Dragon, heading straight into Yingchen's body.

After the thunderbolt entered his body, Yingchen was already pitch black, his hair exploded, and even cracks appeared on his pitch-black body.

In the cracks, it was not blood, but a faint golden light.

Even the golden dragon on his head had changed color a little, and his body began to have a faint power of thunder and lightning.

"Come on! Come on! I'm waiting!" Yingchen's eyes looked extraordinarily bright on her dark face!

The eyes are full of unconvinced ruthlessness!

The right hand holding the sword was already trembling, but it was still stubbornly pointing at the sky with the sword, and a trace of cold light appeared at the sword.

As if he heard Yingchen's words, after a burst of clouds spun, another thunderbolt struck!

The moment the thunder fell, Yingchen let out a hoarse roar in his throat, and slashed it with a sword.

"Ah!!h

"Boom!"

The sword light shattered in an instant, and Yingchen was once again wrapped in thunder, falling into endless pain.

The thunder continued to circulate in his body, and the golden pill in his body swelled rapidly as if it had absorbed water.

When the thunderstorm dissipated, the cracks on Yingchen's body became more obvious.

This time, though, blood flowed out of it.

To be precise, it was dirty blood, all black, and the faint golden light was somewhat obscured.

"Ahem!" After coughing vigorously, the corners of Yingchen's mouth showed a trace of blood, but those eyes became brighter.

At this time, all the subjects below looked at Yingchen with tears in their eyes, watching their own king go through the baptism of the heavenly tribulation in pain.

Among them, there are also four women.

Three fairy-looking beauties with different imposing attitudes stood on the side, and the middle one was an old lady who was half-old.

"Dust, what the hell have you been through! How could it lead to a catastrophe!" The old lady was already full of tears, and shouted hoarsely to the sky.

The three women next to her were also sobbing, especially Yang Yuhuan, who had cultivated so deeply that she could see the cracks on Yingchen's body.

Black blood flowed from the hideous rift, and it looked extremely hideous, like a demon crawling out of the Infernal Hell.

"Your Majesty, if you can't hold on, the concubine will kill herself immediately and go with you!" Yang Yuhuan silently swore an oath in his heart.

The other two women also had a sad look on their faces, even if they didn't cultivate enough, they also knew how vulnerable Monk Jindan was in the face of the Heavenly Tribulation.

In their opinion, Yingchen is like a flat boat in the stormy waves, which may break down at any time.

"Here! Keep coming!"

In the sky, Yingchen wiped the corner of his mouth with his trembling left hand, but it was smeared with more blood.

Soon, the fifth heavenly thunder also fell, and Yingchen was also unyielding with a sword.

But this sword can't cut through this thunder.

"Boom!"

After the fifth thunderstorm entered the body, the mutation broke out!

The sixth thunderbolt erupted immediately, and it fell almost immediately.

Yingchen couldn't scream anymore, his entire body was wrapped in a terrifying cyan current, and he could only see the slashing sword that was still held high.

The seventh thunderstorm did not delay, and it fell immediately after three breaths, so that Yingchen remained in the terrifying thunderstorm package at all times.

At this time, the Yingchen in the cyan thunder package had already begun to emit a golden light.

The golden light gradually brightened, and the thunder could not be concealed.

"Keep coming !!"

In the light mixed with cyan and gold, there was a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

"Boom!" Without the slightest bells and whistles, the eighth thunderstorm struck!

However, the ninth path did not follow closely, and the golden brilliance of Yingchen gradually suppressed the cyan thunder.

The moment the blue light completely faded, a ball of golden light actually rushed towards the clouds!

The moment Yingchen rushed up, the golden dragon of national fortune immediately wrapped around him, roaring with him and rushing into the clouds.

At this time, a thunderbolt that seemed to penetrate the heavens and the earth slashed down!

Yingchen, who held the sword in his hand, was drowned in the terrifying thunder light together with the golden dragon of the national fortune.