Thunder and lightning are raging, the power of ice overflows, and space debris surrounds, and the three are intertwined and interchanged, forming a wonderful scenery.

The comprehension of the artistic conception of thunder and lightning incidentally made him comprehend the two artistic conceptions of space and ice, the three complement each other, there is no sense of conflict, the alternation is appropriate, and there is no riot scene.

Countless thunderbolts intertwined, overflowing the void, space debris shot out everywhere, like a broken mirror, and the power of ice overflowed, causing the sky to cool down suddenly, and snowflakes fell.

Yang Yu is in a very wonderful situation, and he is completing a very important transformation.

"It's an amazing feeling, it makes me feel comfortable!"

A thought sounded in his heart, and every change of power brought him a wonderful feeling.

Every time the power of space stirred, he had the ability to destroy the void and then create the void, just as space was a complete mirror that could be broken and reassembled.

The deeper the understanding of the true meaning of ice, the more obvious the climate change becomes, and the sky begins to fall snowflakes.

The rolling thunder and lightning poured down, slashing down, slashing at Yang Yu every time, like whipping him, like stabbing him with a sharp spear, making his body tremble slightly.

At this moment, he is like a creator, using his soul to construct space, like a thunder god, ruling the thunder of the Nine Heavens, and he is like an incarnation of a cold current, cooling the air, making the weather suddenly change, and heavy snow falling.

Thunder and lightning are in the same place as the snow, and the end is wonderful.

"Damn, this kid is really lucky, Lao Tzu has cultivated for more than a thousand years, but he hasn't been able to comprehend the artistic conception of flames, this kid's cultivation is mottled and miscellaneous, and he can comprehend the artistic conception of three powers at the same time, which is no longer something that can be described by genius. ”

Yun Heng was a little jealous and indignant, "Why didn't Lao Tzu have such good luck? If I had been able to comprehend the artistic conception of flames back then, I wouldn't have fallen to the point where I am today, hey!"

The geniuses are all weak.

A martial artist who can comprehend an artistic conception can be called a genius, and will be treated as a palm treasure by the major forces, and will come up with a lot of cherished materials. Help them break through.

This kind of martial artist who comprehends the artistic conception has a unique creation, and his cultivation speed is more than several times that of ordinary martial artists, coupled with the cultivation of the major forces who spare no effort. The high achievement in the future is scary.

But any martial artist who can comprehend the two artistic conceptions will be selected by the peak forces to become a seed-like genius, and this kind of person will be the head of the major forces in the future.

Such as Yang Yu, when crossing the tribulation to advance to the true god. Those who comprehend the three artistic conceptions at the same time can no longer be simply called geniuses, and it is more appropriate to be called the demons of geniuses.

Such a person, as long as he does not fall halfway, his future achievements will be limitless.

"Did we make a mistake?" Far away, Qianying grabbed her hair hard, a little distraught.

He felt that he should have been trapped.

The demigod realm can defeat the true god, comprehend three artistic conceptions at the same time during the tribulation, and carry mysterious things in his body. There is also a powerful soul counseling, and there are countless secret treasures in one.

He wondered if he had made a mistake.

Comprehend one artistic conception, can be regarded as a genius, comprehend two artistic conceptions, can be competed for by all major forces in the world, and comprehend three artistic conceptions, is that still a human being?

At this moment, he was in a deep shock, forgetting that he was still surrounded by thunder and lightning.

"It's so perverted!" said Morrowind, holding out the thunder and lightning. scolded unpleasantly.

"Damn, I regret being his enemy. Xiaoyao's face was desperate, and there was some deep remorse and regret.

"These, why didn't Tie Huang tell me?" Qianying grimaced. Said: "I can't let this kid live, he understands the three artistic conceptions, and the future is limitless, the key is that we have offended him, if we don't kill him today, the next day will be our nightmare." ”

"The senior was right. The grass must be cut to the roots, otherwise the spring breeze blows and grows again. "Morrowind sees this happening.

"If he doesn't die today, we will suffer tomorrow!" nodded in agreement.

"In this way, wait for us to ......" Qianying said loudly, and the three of them planned together, how to effectively eradicate Yang Yu, such a scourge would make it difficult for them to sleep.

Another quarter of an hour passed, the sky gradually calmed down, the lightning disappeared, the snow stopped, the space no longer fluctuated, and everything returned to normal, indicating that Yang Yu's third wave of thunder tribulation had passed.

The world of the altar returned to peace, and all the mystical forces gradually subsided.

At this time, above his altar world, there was a vast expanse, one place had thunder and lightning constantly shining, one place had spatial fluctuations, no longer turbulent, and another place had a cold ice world, everything was composed of ice and snow.

He gradually opened his eyes, and the aura on his body returned to calm, no longer fluctuating.

Sensing his physical condition, he felt extremely good, all the lost strength had been restored, and he had grown considerably, although his appearance was a little ugly.

Under the thunder and lightning, his clothes turned to ashes, and the thunder and lightning made his hair stunned.

This is really a lightning strike.

Although the appearance is slightly insufficient, but the strength is there, right, forget it, there is no appearance at all, the whole body is scorched black, and only when you grin, you can see the white teeth.

To sum up, there are just two words: embarrassment.

"Kill!"

At this time, the morning wind attacked with a sword, the sword qi was surging and violent, and Yang Yu's head was slashed, and a black amazing magic light was emitted, as if it came to the darkness, flickering and flickering.

"Hehe, it's just a mortal grade, it's nothing, break it for me!"

Yang Yu smiled, with his bare hands, his five fingers were open, there were small thunder and lightning hairsprings in his palms, and the lightning cracked, heading towards the long sword.

"Squeak!"

Chenfeng's long sword stopped less than a foot away from Yang Yu's palm, and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't move in a little, which made him a little anxious.

"Snort!"

The lightning traveled, carried along the long sword, and soon reached Morrowind's hand, and then the entire divine body.

The morning wind was entwined by lightning, making a cracking sound, and his whole body flashed with blue-white light, and the lightning not only stopped him, but also took the opportunity to consume his divine power.

"Boom!"

In this gap, Xiaoyao punched out, the fist was fierce, carrying infinite power, the fist was too fast, it was difficult to resist at all, and everywhere it passed, the space was distorted and turbulent.

The powerhouses of the True God Realm were fighting, and this space was a little unbearable, revealing slight fluctuations, and the space was almost shattered.

"Bell!"

Yang Yu sacrificed the Fu Mo Ding, pushed his palm, and flew towards the Xiaoyao fist, the Fu Mo Ding trembled, a white light flashed, and at the same time there was a golden sound, with an echo, buzzing.

Xiaoyao clenched his fist again, there was a layer of black light on his fist, and there were black runes flashing on it, it was obvious that Xiaoyao had moved his true character this time, and he didn't want to delay any longer.

At the same time, behind Yang Yu, Qianying pointed out, and a streamlined line flew out, like an arrow from a string, because the speed was too fast, the sound had not yet reached Yang Yu's ears, and the arrow had already arrived.

"I'm waiting for you right here! Despicable fellow, as a true god realm, he shamelessly attacked a little demigod of mine!"

Yang Yu laughed, he didn't dare to take it hard, and sacrificed a puppet to resist this attack.

"Phew!"

The puppet's chest was pierced, and it was cold to the heart, if it was an ordinary true god, it had been hit hard, but unfortunately the puppet didn't feel it, it didn't know the pain, it only fought mechanically.

"Difficult!" cried Morrowind.

"Yes, with such an attack and sneak attack, even ordinary true gods should be severely damaged, right?"

"I always feel that this guy hasn't used his full strength yet!" Qianying exclaimed, feeling for the first time that a small demigod ant was so difficult that he didn't expect.

In an instant, the three of them communicated with their divine senses and reformulated the plan.

"Kill Qianying for me!" Yang Yu pointed at Qianying and launched an order to kill Qianying on the puppet, although it was not the kind that would not die, but it could also entangle Qianying for a while.

The puppet Mu Ne quietly flew towards Qianying, and at the same time, the formation in his body was activated, extracting the divine power in the divine crystal, and after countless formation absorption combinations, he raised his palm, and the white pillar of light emitted.

"Boom!"

The white light was dazzling, blasting towards the dry shadows.

"It turned out to be a puppet with the strength of the True God Realm, this is definitely not something you can refine in the Demigod Realm, hurry up and call that soul body on your body out, otherwise you won't have any chance!" Qianying recognized the puppet at a glance.

He knew that the puppet was extraordinary, and it actually had the strength of the True God Realm, and it was definitely not a demigod realm that could be refined, it should be that strange soul body that made a move.

I have to say that Qianying's insight is broad, and in just a moment, he guessed the original state of things.

He knew that the puppet was extraordinary, and he had the strength of the True God Realm, and if the puppet went all out, he would definitely be able to entangle himself and make him have no time to clone.

He didn't want to see himself blocked, and then let it happen that he could defeat Xiaoyao and Morrowind with his secret treasures, it would be too bad for them.

"Retreat!"

Qianying shouted silently in his heart, and at the same time retreated, avoiding the bombardment of the puppet.

"Yang Yu, I won't kill you today, I'm your son!" Qianying drank violently, because the puppet followed closely behind, and there was no distinction between the fighting methods, it was completely a desperate move, and it didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

"If I don't kill you, I won't be a man!" Morrowind swore as he slashed out again with his sword in both hands.

"Ice artistic conception, frozen!" Yang Yu drank coldly, the cold ice area on the altar was activated, there was a wonderful transformation, and at the same time, the temperature around the body dropped sharply, and the moisture in the air was frozen.

Soon, a wall of ice condensed out, blocking the sword.

At the same time, Yang Yu's fingertips benefited from the slightest coldness, and a one-foot-long ice pick was formed, and with a flick of his fingers, the ice pick exploded, and it actually shot towards the ice wall.

"Click!"

Morrowind raised his sword and slashed down again, the ice wall failed to stop it, and was directly smashed, and he was just as he was proud, when a cold ice pick burst out with a cold air.

"Haha, a shameless one wants to call me dad, so that a good person who doesn't want to die doesn't want to be a man, and he has to be a beast, then I'll reluctantly help you!"

At this time, Yang Yu's joking voice sounded, and at the same time, above the nine skies, the heavenly thunder that had just fallen silent began to thunder again, like a river bursting its embankment, pouring down again.

The fourth wave of the Tribulation is about to begin. (To be continued.) )