Zhao Yi stood on a high mountain hundreds of miles away, looking into the distance.

Looking at the lead clouds tumbling above the sky like the end of the world, my heart couldn't help but throb.

If it hadn't been for the chaos storm, Zhao Yi would have run as far as he could.

The ancestors of the Zhao clan have been tempered by the Chaos Storm.

Although the thunder tribulation in front of him was terrifying, it was still a cut worse than the black thunder fire.

The ancestors of the Zhao clan are not afraid, but the people in the spirit world are not necessarily.

In Zhao Yi's divine sense, there were countless powerful divine senses in the spirit world sweeping here.

But after sensing the thunderstorm that spread for hundreds of kilometers, one by one it was as if they had been electrocuted, and their divine consciousness immediately retracted it, and they no longer dared to spy on the situation here.

There were also some people lurking outside the scope of the Thunder Tribulation, carefully and vigilantly watching the ancestors of the Zhao clan in the Thunder Tribulation.

The necromancer who had escaped had already connected with those people.

The name of the world of cultivating immortals quickly spread.

The Immortal Cultivation World, which had not appeared in the Three Thousand Small Worlds for hundreds of thousands of years, suddenly appeared in this form, directly shocking countless people.

Zhao Yi is very satisfied with this result.

The world of cultivating immortals is not a weak world that can be slaughtered by others.

Now that he is back again, he will give everyone a little shock to the catastrophe.

That's kind of fun!

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Endless thunderbolts fall.

The first to bear the brunt was not the ancestors of the Zhao family, but those undead creatures that looked like wooden stakes.

The ancestors of the Zhao clan have been struck by lightning many times, and they already have experience.

As soon as the thunderbolt fell, they rushed to the crowded place.

Undead creatures, orcs, and slow necromancers who escaped.

Under the first wave of thunderstorms, the two major organizations that were originally as imposing as rainbows directly became broken flowers and willows like rain hitting the pipa.

The lich and zombies among the undead were directly struck by lightning and cleaved into powder.

Without the stench of these two undead creatures, the air in the necromancer's camp was much fresher.

On the other hand, the situation of the half-orcs is not so good.

Beasts are afraid of thunder.

After those beasts became half-orcs, the fear of thunder and lightning in their genes did not diminish in the slightest.

Half of the half-orcs were scared to death in the chaos, and the other half was scared even though they were not dead.

The already smelly army of livestock was mixed with feces and urine at this time, and the smell suddenly became even more unpleasant.

Zhao Yi's location was downwind, and when the terrifying smell was blown by the wind, he almost fainted.

The first round of thunderstorms passed, and the ancestors of the Zhao clan emerged from all corners.

They glanced at each other, smug expressions on their faces at the same time.

"The world is a thunderstorm, and they are all able to exploit loopholes."

"It's a pity, there are too few undead creatures here, and it is estimated that they will be gone if they can't resist two rounds."

"Didn't that kid Zhao Yi say that the half-orcs are very strong in the three thousand small world, why is it so rubbish, half of them are scared to death by a wave of thunderstorms?"

"The gold is better than Meng, I counted it just now and I am alive, and I can catch it and go back to mining after the thunder robbery is over."

"Mammoth giant elephants are really easy to use, not only are they big, but they also have rough skin and thick flesh, and they can withstand several waves of thunder."

"You all take it easy, after all, we represent the world of cultivating immortals, and we can't let the people in the spirit world think that the people in the world of cultivating immortals are so lacking in virtue."

"Where did Zhao Yi's kid go? We helped him carry so much before, but now the ancestor is in trouble, that kid runs away without a shadow, not a filial son! ”

Zhao Yi stood on the mountain in the distance, heard the discussion under the rolling lead cloud, turned his head, and pretended not to know them.

The face of the immortal cultivation world is lost this time.

Now it's up to the spirit world to react.

Zhao Yi stood on the high mountain, looked around, and soon discovered the people of the spirit realm hidden outside the range of the clouds.

These people's cultivation is not high, at most they are only the cultivation of the eighth order to enter the Holy Realm, and they should just be spies who have been sent to observe the situation.

Zhao Yi immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He had thought that the Three Thousand Small Worlds were full of the power of the Tenth Order Returning to the Void Realm.

As a result, now the eighth-order Saint Realm can be sent out to do things.

From this, it can be seen that although the strength of the Spirit Realm and the Three Thousand Small Worlds is stronger than that of the Immortal Cultivation World, it is mainly stronger than the high-level cultivators, and the realm of ordinary monks is similar to that of the Immortal Cultivation World.

"It seems that the three thousand small worlds are more chaotic than imagined."

Zhao Yi was completely relieved.

If the Three Thousand Small Worlds had been developing steadily, it would be impossible for more than 100,000 years to still be at the same level as the Immortal Cultivation World.

Now this situation shows that the internal strife in the Three Thousand Worlds is fierce, and it has almost knocked out the dog's brain.

In that case, let's muddy the water even more.

Zhao Yi's eyes swept among the ancestors of the Zhao family, and soon found the ancestor "Zhao Xuan" hiding under the ass of an unconscious mammoth giant elephant.

"Zhao Xuan" pouted his ass and was pretending to be dead.

Suddenly, when he heard Zhao Yi's voice, his body moved slightly, and then he looked back at the altar platform not far away.

That altar was the passage between the Black Stele Forest and the Spirit Realm.

Zhao Yi's idea was very simple, that is, to let the ancestor "Zhao Xuan" and them stand on the altar and introduce the Heavenly Tribulation and the like into the passage of the spiritual world.

Zhao Yi guessed that the passage of the spirit realm should not only connect to the Black Stele Forest, but also that the thunderbolt entering the passage would likely be introduced into the three thousand small worlds.

It would be best if the Raid could destroy the communication between each world.

If it can't be destroyed, those thunderbolts can go out along the passage, and they can also harm many people.

These people are all potential enemies of the Immortal Cultivation World.

The more people die now, the less pressure on the Immortal Cultivation Realm will be when there is a war in the future.

Gaozu "Zhao Xuan" quickly figured out what Zhao Yi meant.

He hesitated, then got up from the ground, grabbed the mammoth with both hands, pressed it his head, and walked quickly to the high platform.

Rumble!

The second thunderbolt fell.

The mammoth above the head of "Zhao Xuan" died directly in a coma.

Of course, it didn't die in vain.

When the mammoth was struck by thunder, it bought "Zhao Xuan" a moment of reaction time.

"Zhao Xuan" went from the death of the mammoth to the time when he rolled to the side, and the time in between was no more than a thousandth of a breath.

The moment the silver-white thunder dragon pierced through the mammoth giant elephant, it slammed into the altar.

Rumble!

Sand and rocks flew on the altar, and dust and smoke were everywhere.

"Zhao Xuan" watched from the side, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Feasible!"

Just now, when the thunderbolt fell on the altar, the infinite power of thunder and lightning was directly transmitted by the channel.

Although I don't know where those thunderstorms ended up, it proves that Zhao Yi's guess is indeed feasible.

"That kid is really evil!"

"Zhao Xuan" thought of Zhao Yi, and suddenly sighed in his heart.

Using the channel between the small worlds to transmit the thunderstorm, this kind of brain hole is estimated to be impossible for anyone in the world to think of except for Zhao Yi.

The point is that this outrageous solution is actually feasible.

Meanwhile.

The secret realm of the great river, the black stele forest.

Zhao Yi sat cross-legged on the ground, vigilantly helping him protect the Dharma.

At this moment, silver-white electric snakes fell from the void.

Boom Boom!

Countless razers continue to bombard the Temple of Gluttony.

In the temple, a dull and rotten aura was gradually awakened by lightning.

The same scene happened at the same time in the link channel of the three thousand small worlds.

Zhao Yi's guess was right.

The passage of the spiritual realm is indeed connected to three thousand small worlds at the same time.

On this day, the three thousand small worlds exploded directly.

People sit in their homes, and thunder comes from heaven.

A lot of small worlds began to circulate a saying that came out of nowhere.

The scourge of the spirit world is coming!

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