"Who is it?"

"Which Tianjiao caused the world-destroying thunder tribulation?"

"It's terrifying, hundreds of times more terrifying than the Ninety-Nine Thunder Tribulation. ”

They gathered together under the altar of the sacrifice, their expressions were very bitter, maybe when they walked out of the land of all souls, they were no longer the shining Tianjiao they were at the beginning, but although they were in a lost mood, they were still discussing who caused the world-destroying thunderstorm, and they completely became the people who ate melons.

"Is it empty?"

The ink evil that was breaking through felt the breath in the sky that seemed to destroy all beings, which was mixed with the breath of emptiness, and immediately concluded that the person who caused the world-destroying thunder tribulation must be empty, he frowned, how could he not have heard of the name of the world-destroying thunder tribulation, it can be said that those who can cause the world-destroying thunder tribulation are the leaders in the heavens, and those who can survive the world-destroying thunder tribulation are the powerhouses of an era.

"He's so stupid, he shouldn't be able to survive this thunderstorm, well, it must be. ”

Mo Xie secretly prayed in his heart, he didn't want Sora to survive this crisis, because Sora had passed the crisis, and it would be Mo Xie's turn to be in crisis. Sora won't let him go.

Click! Click! Click!

The sound of thunder filled the world, with the passage of time, the roaring sound gradually weakened, a large number of monks completed the breakthrough, some cried and some laughed, some were disappointed and some were proud, staged a variety of life situations.

"Is this the world-destroying thunderstorm? My God, the legend really exists. ”

"It's so strange that I can't tell who it is. ”

The world-destroying thunderstorm in the sky still did not fall, as if it was accumulating strength, and it strengthened with the passage of time, and bursts of violent coercion that destroyed the world emanated from the black thunderclouds, making these monks feel that the coercion of the Yuan Infant Stage was not so powerful.

Rumble!

The purple dragon kept rolling, and then when everyone was caught off guard, it fell from the sky, and the violent purple thunder let out a roar, but in an instant, everyone only felt that there seemed to be a warm liquid flowing out of their ears, and subconsciously reached out and touched it turned out to be blood.

In the emptiness of the ground, his face was sad and joyless, and in the face of the World-Destroying Thunder Tribulation, he was not afraid, but was very indifferent, as if he knew in advance that he would definitely encounter the World-Destroying Thunder Tribulation when he broke through, without any accidents.

Airplanes!

He gently stretched out his hands, and a milky white halo appeared from his cuffs, forming a light mask on his body in an instant, and at the same time, he kept pinching the trick in his hand, and the mysterious golden marks floated out of his hand with his pinching trick, imprinted on the light mask.

The Afterlife Sect prepared a large number of spiritual weapons and formation diagrams for Kong, in order to make Kong's successful tribulation, the elders in the sect always firmly believed in Kong's talent, and successfully ascended the altar of the sacrifice, and it was already a sure thing to lead the world-destroying thunder tribulation, and they wanted to let Kong's successful cross-tribulation and become the first monk to successfully survive the world-destroying thunder tribulation.

Lead the Afterlife Sect to become the strongest sect in history.

In fact, if there was no ink evil, maybe Kong would really succeed in reaching the top and get the greatest creation, but because of the ink evil, Kong failed, despite this, he still led the world-destroying thunder tribulation, except for not reaching the top, everything developed according to the arranged script.

Rumble!

The entire sacrificial altar spread a dazzling purple light, and the purple thunder of the world fell in front of the sky with a thousand momentum, and the powerful destructive force began to frantically destroy the milky white light shield, and the splashed thunder fell to the ground, hitting a bottomless crack, and a purple electric spark was rubbed on it from time to time.

The first world-destroying thunder resisted, and the milky white light mask was also shattered, and this priceless high-grade spiritual weapon directly turned into flying ashes.

The value of a low-grade spiritual weapon is millions of lower-grade spirit stones, and it is unavoidable, rarely appears on the market, and the price of a medium-grade spiritual weapon is even more than 10 million, which can only be found in a family or sect with a strong background, and only the sect master can use it, and other elders have no right to use it.

Needless to say, the high-grade spirit weapon has never appeared in the eyes of the cultivators, and it has never been seen, it is a legendary thing, and its value can no longer be measured by spirit stones.

"It's so destructive, just the first thunder will make the high-grade spirit weapon scrapped. ”

At this time, the empty expressions suddenly became serious, there are a total of three thunderbolts in the World Destroying Thunder Tribulation, one is stronger than the other, this is the first way that has already made the high-grade spirit weapon scrapped, so what will the second and third path be stronger next?

However, Sora didn't hesitate, he slapped the storage bag suddenly, and five pictures that emitted strong spiritual power fluctuations appeared in front of him, Sora suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on it.

Airplanes!

These five pictures are, mountains, water, birds, beasts and a hazy figure, each picture is very expressive, as if the scenery and animals inside have life, living in the painting, after being sprayed by the empty essence blood, suddenly floated above his head, in order to begin to slowly rotate on the top of his head.

The surrounding scenery changed dramatically in an instant, just like in the painting, with majestic mountain peaks, slowly flowing streams, handsome birds, fierce beasts and a man dressed in white.... The face seems to be covered by a mist, and you can only roughly see that the person in the painting is a man.

Click!

The clouds in the sky were full of strength, and they leaned down again, this time not with purple thunder, but with beings composed of thunder one by one, wearing thunder armor and holding weapons, and two purple eyes peeking out of their helmets, without any emotion.

Suddenly rushed into the world of the painting, countless rare birds and beasts in the mountains began to fight with the Thunder God, the gap between the two is very large, the Thunder God will sweep one at a time, the animals in the world of the painting will fall a large piece, turn into a drop of ink and disappear on the ground.

However, the number of birds and beasts in the world in the painting is extremely large, although the Thunder God will slaughter a large number of people, it still does not reduce the number much, but it is a matter of time before the killing is done, and the death of each bird and beast, the five pictures floating above the empty head will be much darker.

Time gradually passed, and the birds and beasts of the world in the painting were slaughtered by the Thunder God General, leaving only the man full of fairy energy.

"Hey!"

A faint sigh appeared from the mouth of the man in white, this voice contained too many feelings, nostalgia, the vicissitudes of the world's red dust experienced, and a faint impatience, he was like a fairy from the sky, floating in the air with an ethereal aura, facing the thunder god general who exuded the aura of destruction, without any fear.

The man in white just fell from the sky, his toes were only a few centimeters from the ground, he gently stretched out a finger, and lightly touched the helmet of the Thunder God General without any mortal fireworks, and suddenly, the Thunder God General's body shook suddenly, and his purple eyes without any emotion suddenly revealed a pain that should not exist.

Crash~~

The Thunder God was a little bit like the man in white, and his body began to decompose, turning into purple thunder and dissipating in the world in the painting, as if it had never existed, without taking away a single cloud, and at the same time, the array on the top of the empty head also began to slowly turn into flying ashes, and the Thunder God General dissipated into heaven and earth together.

The second thunder is over!

At this moment, the thunderclouds in the sky began to shrink in area, and the same contraction was the breath of destruction.

"The last one. ”

"As long as you survive the last world-destroying thunder, this catastrophe will be over. ”

"A Tianjiao who has survived the world-destroying thunderstorm appeared in front of my eyes, hehe. ”

The monks under the altar of the sacrifice stared intently at the gradually shrinking clouds in the sky, and their hearts began to tense, their faces were tense as if they were crossing the catastrophe, they all knew that the most critical and dangerous time was officially coming, and I don't know how many amazing and brilliant Tianjiao in history fell on this step and became history.

The empty person who sat cross-legged also knew that the most critical moment had come, and he took out a large number of spiritual weapons from the storage bag, because these spiritual weapons had been filled with spiritual energy by the elders of the sect, so he only needed to recognize the master and not waste a penny of his spiritual energy.