The clouds in the sky were surging wildly, and the pressure became thicker and heavier, and countless thunderstorms shuttled through them and collided with each other.

Click!

The black thunderbolt suddenly fell with the aura of destruction.

Since the sixth wave of the Thunder Tribulation, the color of the Tribulation has changed, from scarlet to pitch black, both in terms of coercion and power, which is more than several times stronger than before.

But despite this, Mo Xie's expression did not change in the slightest, and there was no wave in his heart.

He slowly let go of the killing in his hand, and then like an old man playing Tai Chi in the park, he slowly raised his fist, and at the moment when the thunder tribulation was about to hit him, Mo Xie's fist also smashed on the thunder.

Thunder exploded, and black light emerged.

Waves of power surged wildly from the ink demon's body, wave after wave, like the power of the tides of the mountain, but if you carefully distinguish them, you can find the difference.

The power of the tides is endless, and it does not increase any power during the period, but simply hits the power in this way, and pays attention to ingenuity.

And this force is different from the ingenuity of the tide, it is doubled with each wave, and it is brutal and unreasonable, like an angry bull, as long as the obstacles in front of it will be pushed out by brute force.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it had reached eight waves, eight times more than the first wave.

Eight poles collapse!

The ink evil's fist wind disintegrated the black thunder little by little, and under the eightfold bonus of the Eight Extremes Collapse, this seemingly powerful thunder tribulation was like a thin piece of paper, and it had no power to resist at all.

Peng!

The Thunderstorm is disintegrating!

Before the next thunderstorm fell, Mo Xie breathed a sigh of relief, and the excitement in his heart was beyond words.

Because this was the first time he had used it so perfectly since he had cultivated the Eight Extremes Collapse, the powerful power made him feel a little incredible.

And just a few days ago, he was still in the stage of the six-pole collapse, and he could only barely use it, and he couldn't do it at all.

But now, he has a qualitative improvement.

Mo Xie knew that this was not his own talent and intelligence, nor was it a flash of epiphany, but those Dao abandonment blood brought to him, while turning all his bones into Dao bones,

It has also quietly changed the enhanced coordination and compatibility.

In other words, after this transformation, his body can learn new supernatural powers faster and easier.

Moreover, having the ink evil of abandoning the Dao bone also means that he has completely lost the protection of the Heavenly Dao and has become the enemy of the Heavenly Dao, and some monks who are born with a Dao body or Dao bone will inadvertently become hostile to him as long as they see him.

This is the imprint planted on them by the Heavenly Dao, which can affect them without the other party being aware of it.

Moreover, after killing the Ink Evil, those Dao bodies will also usher in a new transformation and become a higher level of Dao bodies.

Because as long as one side is killed between the Immortal Abandonment and the Dao Body, they will obtain the pure Dao Qi in the other party's body in the underworld, which can improve their life level, that is, their physique.

It stands to reason that if you kill an immortal abandonment in the Dao seed stage, the Dao body will not have much transformation, but the Dao abandonment blood that is bad in the ink evil body is too huge, and all of them have been tempered into abandonment bones.

Therefore, the attraction that invisibly produces to those who possess Dao bodies or Dao bones is also fatal.

He already knew about these things when the Dao abandoned blood to refine his bones, but the ink evil did not regret it, but was still very excited.

The murderer is always killed, and after the Dao body kills him, he can transform, so on the contrary, if he kills the Dao body, he will also be transformed.

It's just that this kind of transformation can't affect it, it can only affect the abandonment bone, which can make the abandonment bone stronger, and thus affect the supernatural power bred by the abandonment bone.

Judging from the current stage, the Ink Evil's abandonment Dao bones can only belong to the primary level, and there is still a long way to go before they can conceive supernatural powers, and if they don't kill thousands of Dao bodies or Dao bones, they will definitely not reach that level.

Rumble!

Thoughts flashed like lightning, and the forty-seventh thunderbolt fell at this time.

Mo Xie calmed his breath and raised his fist again, he wanted to try where his limits were.

Peng!

Nine poles collapse!

The Tribulation Thunder exploded under his iron fist, and then at the moment of disintegration, an irresistible devouring force suddenly came out of the Ink Demon's body, swallowing all the Thunder Tribulation into his body in one go, making the speed of the Transformation of the Origin Blood into the Source Dao Seed accelerate again!

The Forty-ninth Tribulation Thunder!

The fiftieth thunderstorm!

The Fifty-third Tribulation Thunder!

The ink evil was bathed in black thunder, like a king who controlled the thunder, and the upper half of his clothes had already been blown to pieces by the thunder, hanging on it in twos and threes.

Mo Xie was disgusted with the eyes, and with a big hand, he directly ripped off the tattered clothes, revealing pieces of bulging muscles, emitting bursts of scarlet mist, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a tribal warrior in the ancient barbarian era.

"Come on!"

Blood burned in Mo Xie's heart, and he let out a heroic roar, followed by the explosion of the clouds, and a black and white thunderbolt fell with a bang, and the majestic coercion broke all the surrounding trees.

In front of this thunder, he was like an ant roaring to the sky, looking extremely small.

The fifty-fourth thunderstorm is coming!

"It's so strong!"

Mo Xie's heart was shocked, the strong wind pressure had been suppressed, and the ground under his feet cracked in a large area, as if he couldn't bear his own weight.

Between life and death!

Mo Xie's heart calmed down, he didn't cast the Eight Extremes Collapse again, but untied the bandages on his hands, and under the shock of his arms, two flames of different colors burned.

He slowly raised his hands and began to move closer to each other, and at the same time as bursting out of powerful fluctuations, a touch of dead gray began to condense from between his two hands, slowly condensing into a gray butterfly the size of a fist.

"Go ahead!"

Mo Xie gently dragged the gray butterfly up with both hands, and sent it to the top of his head, and the gray butterfly suddenly spread its wings and flew high, like a moth that pounced on the flames, with an indomitable momentum, and crashed into the thunder.

The gray mist exploded, and the thunderbolt still fell, but every moment passed, the thunderbolt weakened a lot, and at the same time, the gray mist would dissipate a little.

In the end, when the thunderbolt was within a millimeter of the top of the ink demon's head, there was already a small strand of hair thickness left, which was easily captured and devoured by the ink demon.

At this point, the sixth wave of thunder tribulation was completely over.