The sky became more gloomy, and the entire Yunzhou could see this high cloud, which was terrifying, because Yunzhou was originally a state suspended above the land of the Four Directions, and at this time, above this Yunzhou, in the endless sky, there seemed to be an incomparably deep cloud, this cloud was very dark, and the crack that split from it was like an eye, belonging to the sky, looking at Tang Qian below.

"That looks like an eye?" said the little three-tailed fox from Mrs. Hu's shop in Trois-Rivières.

Madame Hu looked at the sky, and then first said, "Close the door," and after the three-tailed fox closed the door very obediently, Mrs. Hu said, "This is someone doing something stupid." She pinched her fingers and counted: "It's still the stupidest kind." ”

The three-tailed fox didn't understand very much, only nodded ignorantly.

Madame Hu looked at the sky, there was something else in the eyes of Gu Jing Wubo, and she said softly: "Since ancient times, the demon cultivator has been most resentful, and it is this sky. ”

Yunzhou City.

Tang Qian smiled at this time, and then asked, "Are you often struck by lightning?" This question was asked to the Northern Underworld Daoist, and the Northern Underworld Daoist responded: "How many times." ”

Tang Qian didn't speak again.

Because the first thunder fell a few minutes faster than expected, like a shining, silver waterfall, pouring down from the depths of the clouds that parted in the middle.

The thunder tribulation is not one or two, and the calamity faced by the monk is not so simple.

The hundred clothes on Tang Qian's body were untied again, and this time it became a picture scroll, flowers, birds, fish and insects, freehand, everything, but Tang Qian didn't come to see the painting, and neither did the heavenly calamity.

The people or things on those paintings are constantly coming to life, and then they are all rushing towards the sky without fear of death, these picture scroll characters, their demeanor is like a living person, their expressions are rich, full of charm, each of them is a monk with cultivation, and each of them is not bad, whether Tang Qian was besieged or singled out with people before, but he has not used it once, and it can be regarded as a means to press the bottom of the box.

The various characters formed by the ink, after hitting the thunder, they all turned back into ink, the ink collided with the thunder, and the color dimmed a little, and then the ink would dissipate a lot, and the ink fell back, returning to the scroll, and the various characters who had just been on the scroll were now sighing.

Tang Qian just used a hundred clothes to block the first thunder tribulation.

The thundercloud continued to shrink towards the crack in the middle, apparently preparing for the next stronger attack.

Tang Qian couldn't help but ask again: "I killed a guy who almost became an immortal, how many thunderstorms does this take?"

The Northern Underworld Daoist didn't even raise his eyes now, and said, "Sixfold." He thought for a moment and added: "This is still because Sima's ass has not yet sat firmly in his seat, if he sits firmly, it is estimated that it will be at least sevenfold, and it is very likely to be eightfold." ”

Nine is the extreme number, generally speaking, things between heaven and earth, few can exceed the number of nine, every growth of the thunder tribulation will be jumping, for example, now Tang Qian has already resisted the first weight just by using the hundred clothes on his body, and even the things in those picture scrolls are only damaged by aura, not at all hurting the muscles and bones, but if it is a double thunder tribulation, Tang Qian is still just blocking it in this straight way, and the hundred clothes will basically be destroyed.

The Baiqian Cloth itself is not a magic weapon used to resist the Thunder Tribulation, and Tang Qian also has this kind of unskilled way of using it.

The second thunder tribulation slashed down violently, and the first and second weights were very fast, so fast that Tang Qian didn't have any time to rest, but according to the people of the Northern Underworld, God was angry, and it didn't matter if it was fast or not, wouldn't everything be according to God's mood?

This time it was not the kind of thunderstorm that could cover the entire sky like a waterfall, the thunderstorm came very finely, like heavy rain from the sky, Tang Qian held the broken sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword accurately thought of a thunderbolt that hit him within three feet - his control was so accurate, the shot was extremely fast, and in an instant, the arc within three feet was knocked out, and the ground next to Tang Qian only took half a breath before it was already unrecognizable by the thunder and lightning that fell down.

The second thunder tribulation was still easy, but it was not so easy, because Tang Qian had already taken back the hundred clothes and put them on his body, some small thunderbolts could not all be shot out, and even some of them hit the ground and then bounced towards Tang Qian, Tang Qian had to use his body to fight against the thunder tribulation, and those small thunderbolts hit the hundred clothes, although they were very thin, but they made half of Tang Qian's body scorched-

The reason why the Heavenly Tribulation is a Heavenly Tribulation is because of its incredible power, Tang Qian has already overestimated it, but he finds that he is still underestimating.

Those few small arcs of electricity made the gray Baiyi on his body completely turn into a black robe, fortunately, the Baijia was still there, otherwise Tang Qian's current body had no way to continue to support it, but this was the second weight!

Then he suddenly thought of something, he hurriedly took advantage of the gap in the heavenly tribulation, and kept pinching the trick in his hand, at this time, it seemed that something controlled the thunder and lightning that was split on the ground, from the ground that had been destroyed, and countless arcs of electricity were sucked up, and they rushed towards the sky, just now Tang Qian wanted to try it, whether he could resist the thunder tribulation with his skill and swordsmanship, but now it seems that this method is too tricky, no matter how much Tang Qian's cultivation and hard work are contained in it, but God does not admit it, it is useless.

The Heavenly Thunder continued upwards and returned to the Tribulation Clouds, which absorbed most of the power of the Second Thunder Tribulation.

"If you keep using this method, I guarantee you'll be able to see the Seventh Thunder Tribulation in a moment. Although the Northern Underworld Daoist couldn't say that he could help, he reminded him that he was very close to Tang Qian, and Tang Qian's surroundings were not struck by lightning, but there was no slight arc around him.

Xia Yubing was in the garden behind the side hall, the Living Yama Hall was very large, even bigger than it looked, the outside was a size, and the inside was a world of its own, and Xia Yubing found that the trace of aura had been broken at this time, and it was Tang Qian who broke it.

If Tang Qian was injured, it would have nothing to do with Xia Yubing.

The third heavenly tribulation followed, because the lightning that ran through the heavens and the earth seemed to be connected.

Fourth, fifth, all the way up to the sixth.

"You said that you, you can always see those genius disciples of the cultivation sect, compare with each other, say that when you break through, how many thunder tribulations, what is the weather, what vision, what effect, what benefits do you get, those monks are getting stronger and stronger, you say that you, instead of breaking through, you are fighting with people and being calculated. ”

Tang Qian now seemed to be a charcoal man, his body was all charred, and in some cracks in the charred parts, dark red blood was flowing all the time.

Tang Qian sighed.

Because the sixth weight has come.

This is a purple thunder tribulation, there is a trace of gold thread on it, this thunder tribulation seems to be no longer the energy between heaven and earth, not the composition of spiritual energy, but like a monk who gathers spiritual energy, with consciousness and thought, because after it was chopped down, Tang Qian blocked it with a sword, and the thunder tribulation also swayed from side to side, like a sword with thunder and lightning.

This is the sword move of heaven and earth, Tang Qian's body is miserable, but his eyes are brighter, his sword is also changing rapidly, after dealing with a few moves, the thunder and lightning are a little thinner, but the tricks are more subtle.

Tang Qian dealt with a full thirty moves, and the thunder and lightning were unstoppable, slashing at Tang Qian, Tang Qian resisted as much as possible, the formation arranged in advance under his feet just now, Qimen Dunjia, no matter how much he learned, almost all of them were used.

Now it's all gone, and everything that needs to be used is gone.

Only his own body remains.

Tang Qian's broken sword drooped, he was thinking at this time that he had helped this Xuan Du block the thunder tribulation given by God, he could actually run away but did not escape, because Sima died in Xudu, died in this Yunzhou City, and this place has an indescribable cause and effect, Tang Qian's hand can actually be avoided, but it seems that Tang Qian did it, Tang Qian has no reason to dodge.

Then the people here will probably only remember that they killed their Sima.

Tang Qian couldn't help but think that sometimes what he felt was right was not necessarily so correct for others.

What's the use of thinking about these things now? Tang Qian couldn't help but think like this again, the crack in the sky was gradually filled by the clouds and disappeared, but he only smiled bitterly, because his current body could no longer move, if Sima was next to him, and his soul had not been scattered by this thunderstorm, then Tang Qian would have no choice.

At least he couldn't do anything about it.

So Sima came.

Sima's steps are very light, and the clothes on his body are still his luxurious clothes, but this is formed by his mana, and he is dead, he is a soul, and he will subconsciously build such clothes.

Sima's huge head was still so eye-catching, he stuck to Tang Qian's side, and pinched Tang Qian's face with his hand, but Tang Qian had no ability to resist at all, his body didn't seem to belong to him now, he was so tired that Tang Qian even wanted to close his eyes.

Sima said softly, "You are already very powerful, you can get me to this point." The person I believe in the most in my life is myself, but I rarely use my strength to do anything, this is because I think that my ability is the last resort, and I have no regrets when I can use my subordinates and allies. ”

Tang Qian's mouth moved slightly.

Sima was in a good mood, because he knew that the Northern Underworld would not participate in it, the Northern Underworld Daoist's style of doing things was famous, he usually chatted and spoke, he was the most approachable one, but if it really came to the Great Dao Battle, he would say at most to help his friends, but he would not do it, because he didn't want to be contaminated with too much cause and effect, and some people said that although the Northern Underworld Daoist was the top monk, but in fact, the life span was about to arrive, no matter how it was improved, there was no way to extend it, and contaminating these causes and effects would even make the life of this warm-hearted old monk shorter, after all, no one would like to die。

Naturally, no one could criticize him harshly when the Northern Underworld Dao people did this.

So now Tang Qian has nothing to do.

Sima was not in a hurry, he lowered his head, wanting to hear what Tang Qian said.

What Tang Qian said intermittently was: "Don't worry, I have friends." When he finished saying this, Sima's body, which was just a soul, couldn't move, and was covered by a wooden bowl.

Sima's soul had already understood what was happening, his face was hideous, and he slammed into the magic weapon of the wooden bowl and the name of the golden bowl. The momentum is very strong, and it can be seen that his soul is very strong.

It is a lifelong monk, and there is no mana in the body of a lifelong monk, and the last mana is used on this golden bowl, which is not suitable for any monk, putting the mana of the whole body in one place, it stands to reason that the lifelong monk should still be pranayama at this time, which is also calculated by Sima, but it is like Qingqi missed Zhou Sheng, who can provide mana to a lifelong monk, and Sima did not calculate.

And the mana that the monk gave to the right hand in the previous life was also returned, and she already had her own mana circulation in her body, and when she eased up, she immediately returned the mana of the monk in her life, so the strength of this golden bowl is very high, although Sima retains a lot of strength, but he can't even break it, he can't figure out why a lifelong monk can trust the surrounding environment so much, is he not afraid of sneak attacks? Or did he have some more important reason than his own safety to come?

Whether it was a lifetime monk who came even a little slower, or a lifetime monk's golden bowl with a little less mana, Tang Qian was now like a lifelong monk before, and was infiltrated by Sima's soul, and what happened after that, Tang Qian and they had seen it many times.

Sima didn't understand.

Then it was Xia Yubing who rushed over, her long knife had already pierced into the golden bowl, and it actually passed through and inserted into Sima's body, Sima roared in pain, and then he looked at Tang Qian, and Tang Qian also looked at him.

Sima said softly, "At least I still won a little bit." ”

Tang Qian didn't speak, he didn't have the strength to speak.

Sima said, "I know the name of the little girl who makes you angry, but you don't know it...... You'll never know. ”

After saying this, Sima's soul had exhausted all his mana, and he could no longer resist the real reincarnation of the underworld, and his soul suddenly disappeared.

Tang Qian no longer had the strength to support his body and fainted.