Above the North Stygian Sea, the long-delayed Heavenly Tribulation finally fell, naturally the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulation.

Anything that is strong on the heels of the feet transforms into a form, or has great cause and effect, the heavenly tribulation that descends is the ninety-nine heavenly tribulation.

In mid-air, the three thousand demon texts were condensed and suspended with special energy, and the first thunderbolt slashed on it, blocked by a strange force.

The first twenty thunder tribulations did not pose a threat to the demon text, and the twenty-first thunder tribulation made the demon text begin to collapse a little.

Seeing this, Kunpeng knew it was time to resist himself.

After such a long period of pranayama, Kunpeng's mana has recovered eighty percent, and it is not a problem to fight against the remaining thunderstorms.

The Northern Hades Palace was sacrificed, covering three thousand demon texts, and under the protection of the best innate spirit treasure, the heavenly tribulation was powerless, and it once again passed the twenty thunder tribulations.

Kunpeng didn't expect that the defensive spirit treasure could only withstand twenty thunder tribulations, and the strength of the thunder tribulation exceeded his expectations.

However, he did not give up, the stronger the thunder tribulation, the greater the achievement, and the more merit he obtained in the end.

Heaven is fair, and the pay and the gain have always been proportional.

Kunpeng sacrificed the Netherworld Bead and began to defend with offense, personally resisting the lightning tribulation.

The power of extreme cold and the thunder tribulation were offset, and Kunpeng kept instilling mana, and the imperial envoy Lingbao did not expect that when the seventy-second thunder tribulation occurred, Kunpeng was a little unable to support it.

Even if the Northern Immortal Bell is sacrificed, and at the same time, the three best innate spirit treasures are envoyed, and the mana consumption is huge, and there is a faint feeling of being unbearable.

There are also the last nine thunder tribulations, at this time, the power of the thunder tribulation is already equivalent to the most holy, and Kunpeng is only the peak of the mixed yuan golden immortal, and he began to worry in his heart, not knowing if he can get through it.

But after thinking about it for a moment, the seventy-third thunder tribulation fell again, faster, and it had not yet arrived, and the coercion made it a little heavy.

Kunpeng gritted his teeth and insisted, his face a little pale, which was a sign of exhaustion of mana.

"This demon text has attracted such a powerful Heavenly Tribulation!"

Kunpeng secretly said in his heart, but he still had to resist, he had already passed the seventy-two realms, and it was impossible to give up.

Observing the power of Kunpeng to cross the land in the wilderness, they were all shocked, but they didn't expect this demon text to be so rebellious.

According to this trend, the last tribulation thunder does not have the strength of the Mixed Yuan Daluo Jin Immortal, and it is not much worse.

Some people are happy and some are worried, and the one who is happy is the Wu clan, so naturally they don't want Kunpeng to pass over.

Although I don't know what Kunpeng is doing, but with such a big formation, it must not be simple, maybe it will be unfavorable to the Wu Clan, if Kunpeng can fall in the Heavenly Tribulation, it will naturally be better.

The one who is worried is Taiyi and the others, and the tens of billions of demon clans are watching Kunpeng cross the catastrophe,

Taiyi has a feeling that the things that Kunpeng has made are of great benefit to the demon clan, and it is a great opportunity, so he is naturally worried in his heart, but he can't do anything, the heavenly tribulation is a test for Kunpeng, and others can't intervene.

Even if Taiyi's strength is a little stronger than Kunpeng, but this reincarnation does not have the Chaos Bell, and the gap is not big, Kunpeng can't get through, and it's useless for him to go.

Kunpeng is not only the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan, but also the junior disciple of Taiyi, so he should be worried, not to mention that Kunpeng is even more concerned about the Demon Clan at this time.

With the blessing of three top-grade innate spirit treasures, Kunpeng barely survived the seventy-third thunder tribulation, and above the sky, the seventy-fourth thunder tribulation was brewing.

"Come on, I'm not afraid!"

Kunpeng roared, boosted his courage, and once again agitated the little mana he had left, and headed towards the seventy-fourth thunder tribulation.

"Boom!"

With a violent collision sound, Kunpeng flew out upside down, his face flushed, and the thunder disappeared, and he finally let go.

Kunpeng was full of qi and blood, and this time he exerted all his strength, seized the time to breathe, recovered his state, and there were seven thunderbolts waiting for him.

When the seventy-fifth thunderbolt fell, Kunpeng rushed forward again, and this time, although the thunder was scattered, Kunpeng was also injured and vomited blood.

The breath is disordered, this time the injury is not light, each thunderstorm is increased in an exponential way, according to Kunpeng's state at this time, it is estimated that he will not be able to survive the last few thunderstorms.

Kunpeng only has one spiritual treasure left that has not been used, which is the Dao Pattern Tablet that comprehends the demon text,

Because the Dao Pattern Tablet has no special function, Kunpeng has not used it, and at this time, he felt that the Dao Pattern Tablet was a little abnormal, and Kunpeng took it out to sense it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the Dao Pattern Tablet appeared, the three thousand demon inscriptions were directly attached to the Dao Pattern Tablet.

"How can the Dao Pattern Tablet still have such a function?"

Kunpeng was a little surprised,

The previous wonderful words on the Dao Pattern Tablet have disappeared, and in their place are the Three Thousand Demon Scripts.

And after the three thousand demon texts were attached, the Dao Pattern Tablet suddenly shone brightly, and a powerful momentum emanated, second only to the Innate Treasure.

At this moment, the seventy-sixth tribulation thunder also fell, directly hitting the Dao Pattern Monument.

Kunpeng didn't expect that the Earth is Dao Monument would be unscathed, and if Kunpeng caught up with this blow, he would definitely be seriously injured again.

"Good!"

Kunpeng shouted, he didn't expect that a spirit treasure that he didn't value could be so powerful unintentionally.

The birth of the demon text is the general trend, but Kunpeng has never known the mystery, so he is so shocked at this moment.

The other powers who were paying attention to Kunpeng's crossing of the land were also surprised, and the ancestors who had fought against Kunpeng were even more puzzled.

At the beginning, the Dao Pattern Tablet was only used as a brick by Kunpeng, except for being hard, no one could see how useful it was, and it belonged to the most chicken ribs of the best innate spirit treasure.

The next few thunderstorms fell one after another, but Kunpeng became a spectator, and the Dao Pattern Monument completely withstood the power of the thunderstorms.

However, during the last three thunderstorms, cracks began to appear on the Dao Pattern Tablet, but the demon text on it was still unscathed.

Kunpeng's originally relieved heart was raised again, and regardless of the injuries on his body, he nervously watched the eightieth tribulation thunder fall.

Fortunately, there was no danger, under Kunpeng's gaze, the eightieth tribulation thunder slowly dissipated, and after the brilliance dissipated, the cracks on the Dao Pattern Tablet were already all over the body, but they did not break.

"There is hope!"

Kunpeng was a little excited.

I have painstakingly realized the results of thousands of years, and there is nothing more joyful at this moment.

Every time there is a heavenly tribulation, it is the last tribulation thunder that is more powerful, and the eighty-first tribulation thunder has not fallen for a long time, and its brewing power is twice that of the eightieth path.

It was already the last step, and this step was also the most tense, Kunpeng had to be careful, reluctantly lifting the trace of mana that had just recovered, and preparing to protect the three thousand demon texts at all times.

All the great powers of the Flood Desolation held their breath and watched the last thunderbolt fall.

When the three thousand characters were attached to the Dao Pattern Tablet, the great powers of the Flood Desolation had already seen it, and they all guessed what it was.

The saint disciples and others in the Penglai lineage faintly had some guesses, and secretly sighed at Kunpeng's great wisdom.

Only Hongyun's eyes were thoughtful, as if he had some understanding.

In fact, it is true, seeing Kunpeng's demon text, Hongyun seems to feel that he also has a chance to do with it, but it is very ethereal, and the sense of chance is very vague.

Hongyun gathered his thoughts, and continued to watch Kunpeng cross the tribulation.

This reincarnation was caused by the mistake of the hour, Hongyun got an opportunity that he shouldn't have, and his sense of existence was even smaller, because he was accepted as a disciple by Dao Ancestor, and the people of the demon clan such as Emperor Juntai were in the same vein as Penglai.

Hongyun did not kill himself, and almost all of them were in the Huoyun Cave or Wuzhuang Guan retreat to comprehend Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Many powers have even forgotten this former No. 1-stirring stick in the wilderness,

The eighty-first thunderbolt landed quickly under the gaze of the great powers of the flood wilderness, and hit the Dao Pattern Monument, Kunpeng wanted to help the place, but he didn't react at all, and there was already a dazzling light in front of him.

Immediately, there was a sound of something shattering, which made Kunpeng feel a twitch in his heart, did the secret path fail?

Soon, the clouds of calamity dispersed, revealing their true colors, the Dao Pattern Tablet had disappeared, and the three thousand demon texts condensed into substance, floating in the air and slowly shaking.