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In the tragic, crazy, boundless sea of purple thunder, Wang Qian is like a grim reaper walking on the edge of hell, ruthless to the enemy, but even more ruthless to himself.

One after another thunderbolts slammed down on his body, a large number of bones and flesh were constantly shattered, although Xuan Gong was invincible, but that kind of Ling Chi general pain was not something that anyone could bear.

Rumble!

Shenhuang Guding was shattered, this magic weapon, the aura is bright, the divinity is amazing, it is definitely a treasure-level magic weapon, and it is also the most powerful magic weapon that Wang Gan has seen so far, and now, first Zixiao Shenlei slashed down continuously, splitting this magic weapon into half a cripple, and then Wang Gan shot with all his strength, and the bitter sea seal was used by him to the extreme, and a super seal, and finally this precious treasure was overturned into pieces.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, this magic weapon, in the shape of a big tripod, whether it is used for refining, alchemy, or guarding defense, it is a temporary choice, and now it is destroyed by my own hands, it's a pity!"

Wang Qian sighed in his heart, stepped on the thunder under his feet, and approached the two old men of the Feng clan step by step.

"Wang Qian, you are so vicious, but the divine power of my Feng clan is not something you can imagine, the blood of the ancient phoenix is heavens and earth!"

The two old men looked at each other, revealing tragic and heroic eyes, and then drank loudly, and their whole bodies burned with golden-red flames.

Sou!

The two flames, the speed is extremely fast, almost has a legendary teleportation effect, just now it was still in front of Wang Gan, in the blink of an eye, there were only two red lines left on the horizon.

"Careless, careless, what kind of escape is this? It's too fast, in less than a blink of an eye, they have definitely left the Hell Mountain Range, and they don't know where they went. ”

Wang Qian's eyes were shocked, and he paid more attention to the Feng family in his heart, this kind of ancient family, countless magical powers, invincible, sometimes more powerful than many major sects, because of the long years, keep a low profile enough, no one knows what means they have.

"This is a kind of escape method for the descendants of the phoenix, the speed is very fast, but don't be envious, these two juniors have used such a escape method once, and the loss suffered is not ordinarily large, the immortal bloodline in their bodies will be burned at least half, and the vitality and longevity will be greatly reduced, this is a real life-saving trick, and the price is terrifying. ”

Bi Fang's mental fluctuations were transmitted to Wang Gan's heart, and when he triggered the thunder just now, this old bird slipped away and didn't know where it went, and now he has contacted Wang Gan again.

Wang Qian nodded, this kind of escape method is powerful, but the price is too great, it is simply a self-harm exercise.

The purple light was shining, and it was the Zixiao Divine Thunder that condensed into a dragon before, and it was bombarded down, with infinite power, and there was an artistic conception of a great destruction and a great madness.

Then, ball lightning fell, equivalent to countless high explosives, and kept smashing down.

Touch!

Wang Gan screamed, and a ball lightning fell on his shoulder, and half of his body was blown into a blur of minced flesh again.

It's too miserable, it's too strong, it's too painful.

Feng Ge was still shouting frantically just now, all kinds of resentful curses continued, and now, the second wave of ball lightning fell, he could no longer support it, and at the same time, there were four or five thunderballs, which bombarded his body, blowing up his body on the spot, and a wisp of spirit just came out of the broken body, and a series of arcs of lightning hit it, crackling, and hitting into a wisp of green smoke.

Feng Ge, the genius young man of the Feng clan, walked into the realm of death without a careless step, and now he is completely destroyed, and the gods and immortals cannot save him.

When Wang Qian saw Feng Ge's tragic situation, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Although cultivators seem to be majestic and powerful, sometimes, their lives are so fragile that they are even inferior to mortals.

For example, Feng Ge, he is about thirty years old at most this year, it is the time when his life is in its prime, but now he is buried in the Hell Mountain Range, even as an enemy, Wang Gan has a sad emotion rising in his heart, this is a kind of emotion for life, not mixed with personal grievances.

"There are many demonic obstacles on the road to immortality, when will I get the true scriptures?"

Such a sentence suddenly appeared in his heart, and in a blink of an eye, his expression calmed down, and he began to struggle in the sea of thunder.

Ball lightning, purple thunder soldiers, thunder elves with human heads and bird bodies, all kinds of thunder tribulations bombarded down, Wang Gan's life was like a candle in the wind, flickering and dimming, but he always retained a glimmer of vitality and did not completely fall silent.

This is where his soul is strong, and when he cultivates the Yuan Fetus, comprehends the Great Dao, and crosses the tribulation, it also has great benefits.

The Nine Turns of Refining the Body Recipe is worthy of being a sacred Xuangong, I don't know what existence left the path of enlightenment, the more he practiced, the more Wang Qian got a lot of heaven and earth from it.

Disillusionment, vitality, reincarnation, withering glory, all kinds of thoughts surged in his heart.

Time passed, and the vast and boundless sea of purple thunder gradually dried up, and this catastrophe was about to pass.

Wang Gan's soul was under this endless thunder, and he felt numb, and even he didn't know how many times his body had been destroyed, and how many times he had walked on the edge of life and death.

Shattered, reforged, destroyed, reborn, in the thunder, his body was like a piece of stubborn iron, forged by the thunder of the Heavenly Dao, and became an immortal divine material.

Rumble!

The sea of qi roared, the dantian was surging, and at the last moment, Wang Gan's sea of bitterness finally reached a stable area, ten zhang, a space of ten zhang, as deep as the sea, surrounded by cyan chaos and nothingness, no one knew where it led.

A brilliant golden bridge was born out of thin air from the sea of suffering, the runes were dense, the Dao rhyme flowed, and there was really a transcendent meaning imprinted on it, but now this Dao rhyme is still very shallow, obviously his cultivation is not advanced enough.

"Bitter Sea, Golden Bridge, Bitter Sea, Golden Bridge. ”

Wang Qian muttered to himself in his heart, and finally began to gradually understand what the cultivation of the Nine Transformations Refining Body Technique was like.

Atmospheric, majestic, immeasurable, boundless, all kinds of great praise can be applied to this divine skill.

At the first turn, Wang Qian returned to his roots, and his physical body was congenital.

The second turn is to open up the sea of suffering.

The third turn began to cast the golden bridge, step by step, and gradually deepened.

In this process, his physical body became stronger and stronger, and his strength was infinite, like the overlord of a divine beast.

Bang!

With a punch in his hand, Wang Qian's momentum skyrocketed, and an illusory golden bridge, exuding the brilliance of immortal divinity, illuminated the world, crossed the void, and plunged into the thunderclouds in the sky in the blink of an eye.

This golden bridge is the embodiment of Wang Qian's practice, and it is also a kind of majestic and domineering boxing and martial arts, called the other side of the divine fist.

This fist martial arts, there is only one move, but it is Paul Vientiane, the meaning of it, the rhyme, as continuous as the ancient sea, a move, the color of the world changes.

Wang Gan used this martial arts magic power for the first time, and under one move, the sky dome collapsed, and a large number of purple thunderclouds were shattered from the tiniest structure, and then the golden bridge stretched and contracted, and a large amount of energy was absorbed into his body.

Strong, domineering, Wang Gan smashed the clouds with one punch, and the thunder of the earth cast his body, this kind of great courage, great determination, and great magical powers.

The sky is clear, the wind is smooth, just now it was a thunderbolt to destroy the world, and now it is as calm as water.

The thunderstorm has passed.

A kind of joy rose in Wang Gan's heart, he finally understood that his cultivation could still be like this, every time he crossed the heavenly tribulation, every time he fought against the heavenly thunder, it was a valuable experience, and at this time, his understanding of the way of cultivation really began to explode.

"Gaga, Wang Gan, you played beautifully today, I thought you were indecisive and couldn't achieve great things, just now in the Phoenix Valley, you could have left Feng Ge's group of boys, but you let them leave safely, it turned out that they were waiting here. ”

Bi Fang, the old bird, turned into a sparrow, staggered from afar, and I don't know where he had just arrived.

"Hmph, why didn't you show up just now, just drive them away, you have to let me go on a killing spree, do you think this is fun? Do you know how powerful that Feng family is? What if an old monster in the immortal realm suddenly appears one day and slaps me to death!"

Hearing Bi Fang Lao Niao say this, Wang Gan was very resentful in his heart, he was indeed not wrong, if Bi Fang Niao showed his magical powers just now and manifested his identity as a great demon in the Immortal Realm, where would those people of the Feng family dare to be so presumptuous, they would definitely leave in disgrace, and Wang Qian would not need to make such a big move.

Although he is not afraid of things, but his cultivation is low now, and his strength is low, this is an indisputable fact, and there is still a world of difference between him and those old monsters who have practiced for thousands of years, this time he offended the Feng family, and he doesn't know how much trouble awaits him in the future.