Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-One: None Left Behind
At this moment, the entire Jiuyou River is a storm and rain, thundering in the sky, and it is pouring rain, and the Lang flower is more than ten meters high like a water wall slapping down, and the water surface is deeply concave, and the terrifying wave Lang is sweeping the shore.
At this moment, the dark clouds above the sky are slowly changing color.
At this moment, the red cloud of calamity changed into orange again, and the cloud after changing into orange also did not settle down, and wisps of crazy thunder snakes slammed down from this orange cloud, and Nie Fan's eyes froze.
"And one more!"
Nie Fan's expression was a little dignified, after all, the color of this tribulation cloud just now was only in line with the calamity cloud of his second-layer nine-shadow battle body realm, and now that Nie Fan stepped into the realm of the third-layer nine-shadow battle body, the calamity cloud that he wanted should logically be a yellow tribulation cloud, but now that it turned orange, it was a direct strafing of countless thunder snakes, which made Nie Fan's heart jump suddenly.
Thunder Nine Dao, but it seems to be more than at this time.
Bang is thicker than Nie Fan and the two of them standing together.
"Immortal Demon Book, transfer it to me!"
The thick orange thunder turned into a thick thunder pillar, which was extremely terrifying, and the void cracks above the sky could not be concealed and appeared in everyone's field of vision.
"Withdraw!"
The old man of Lan Feng Kingdom suddenly looked startled, and burst into shouts at the Lan Feng Kingdom monk who was rushing towards Nie Fan.
"Wait, he doesn't know what crooked and evil path he has cultivated, and he actually triggered the catastrophe, thinking that heaven and earth will not allow him, even if he can get through this time, he will definitely be greatly injured, and it will not be too late for us to kill him again. The old man's voice sounded in the minds of the monks of the more than a dozen Lan Feng Kingdoms.
The dozen or so people all nodded slightly, and at the same time, a ray of undisguised killing intent flashed in their eyes.
At this time, Nie Fan sneered.
The power of the rich moonlight emitted a trace of gray light, and it rushed out from Nie Fan's two palms, and rushed towards the pillar of orange thunder light that bombarded down.
With a loud bang, the power of thunder was actually split in half in Nie Fan's open palm hidden in the power of moonlight, and at the same time, the two pillars of light were divided into two, and each thunder rushed towards Nie Fan's raised hands, at this time, Nie Fan's hands were still bursting with rich moonlight power, but the next moment it was instantly exploded by the power of thunder.
Nie Fan's expression also condensed slightly.
"Give me a refinement!"
With a low roar, a layer of black ghostly light flickered around Nie Fan's body, and at the same moment, layers of cyan thunder and lightning appeared on Nie Fan's body surface, but the next moment this cyan thunderbolt instantly turned orange, and I saw Nie Fan's hands at this time connecting the two terrifying pillars of light above the sky.
"He, what is he going to do!" Someone suddenly couldn't help but exclaim.
The power of thunder is the most fierce liliang in heaven and earth, and the average monk can only hide far away when he encounters it, who dares to raise his hand to greet him, and even more run ** to forcibly suck this thunder power into his own body, once his body can't bear it, it will be instantly smashed into pieces by the power of thunder.
At this time, seeing that Nie Fan actually dared to trigger this terrifying orange thunder, everyone was numb, and even some Yang-level five-fold monks in the distance all looked frightened.
The old man of the Lan Fengguo looked at Nie Fan, who was suspended above the Nine Shadows River at this time, and his palms were connected to the power of thunder at this time, and a thick look of fear surged in his pupils.
"Is he still human?" some of the weak monks all looked at Nie Fan in horror.
At this time, Nie Fan's whole body was shrouded by the power of thunder, and on the purple robe, the power of orange thunder continued to flicker, and the orange terrifying thunder light made a crackling sound, and at this moment, Nie Fan's lips couldn't help but tremble, and the power of thunder pierced into Nie Fan's body like a needle prick.
The Immortal Demon Book was even more terrifying, and it actually refined the power of this thunder into Nie Fan's body, and Nie Fan's moon core and magic ball were all emitting the power of thunder and lightning.
The rumbling orange thunder and lightning began to gradually become scarce after three minutes, and at the same time, the thunder of heaven and earth slowly dissipated.
Looking at the remnants of the thunder power, Nie Fan shot out wisps of black and white light with his palms and devoured the disappeared thunder power.
Five minutes later, the orange thunder tribulation dissipated instantly, and at the same time, Nie Fan completely stepped into the realm of the three-layer Dacheng Nine Shadows Battle Body, so Nie Fan's physical body was enough to fight against the Yang-level fivefold monk, but Nie Fan was puzzled that he should have spent the Yellow Thunder Tribulation, but today it was just a tight yellow Thunder Tribulation, and for Nie Fan, who had stepped into the realm of the three-layer Nine Shadows Battle Body, this orange thunder tribulation was nothing.
The thunder light on Nie Fan's body also dissipated, but there was a wisp of terrifying aura on his body, like a desolate ancient thunder beast, and there was a trace of thunder light flashing under his eyelids.
At this moment, the old man's expression changed.
"Kill him, he must be extremely weak through the thunderstorm, and he must be pretending to be calm at this time. The old man let out a low cry and was the first to take the lead.
Seeing the old man rushing up, suddenly the monks of the Lan Feng Kingdom also rushed up.
For the old man's words, the monks in the distance were puzzled, but he didn't see Nie Fanru's injury, Nie Fan dared to devour the power of thunder in the thunder tribulation, how to talk about injury, for the old man's words, many people were like looking at the dead, obviously they also felt that Nie Fan's strength through the thunder tribulation was even stronger.
Sure enough, Nie Fan raised his footsteps, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and at the same time, the fist flashing with orange thunder instantly burst out.
At this moment, Nie Fan had a terrifying liliang on his body, and now that Nie Fan had rushed through the thunder tribulation, it was obvious that the strength of his body had increased a lot again.
Boom, the old man was just about to fight back, but his expression was frightened, Nie Fan's speed was too fast, so fast that he only had time to make a sound when he was blown up by Nie Fan's punch, and the old man's head was directly blasted by Nie Fan like a watermelon, this is a yang-level triple monk, and he was indeed blasted by Nie Fan's punch at this time.
Suddenly, the powerhouses of the Lan Feng Kingdom who rushed up were stunned.
"Hmph," looking at Nie Fan, a monk of the Lan Feng Kingdom who was stunned and wanted to escape, snorted coldly, and a terrifying soul power instantly surged out.
"Eight waves of soul roar!"
Nie Fan let out a low snort.
With the roar of Nie Fan's soul and rushing out, more than a dozen green rays shot out of Nie Fan's hand, and then shot into the bodies of those Lan Fengguo monks whose bodies were trembling in everyone's frightened eyes.
In a tight second, these Lan Fengguo monks, who were not the strongest at the moon level and also the first at the yang level, all turned into a green corpse, and the breath of life was gone!
"To be my Nie Fan's enemy, you have to think about the consequences, annoy me, and leave no one behind!" Nie Fan's cold voice echoed above the Nine Shadows River.