In an instant, bright white and blood met.

With a loud bang, the three-layer blood platform sank suddenly, the blood and qi were in chaos, and the first thunder punishment suddenly dissipated, turning into a thunder arc in the sky and wandering around.

Several unlucky cultivators were affected by the aftermath of the lightning punishment, sucking the thunder arc into their bodies like a magnet attracting wire, and the next moment, the bodies of these cultivators completely turned into ashes, and disappeared completely in the fierce wind in an instant.

Many cultivators who saw this scene in their eyes were amazed by the strength of this fierce method, and at the same time, they were also shocked by the heavenly punishment.

Just a trace of the Heavenly Punishment Aftermath could make several cultivators who practiced the ninth layer of Qi defense turn into ashes in an instant, what kind of terrifying power was this?

If one day they face heavenly punishment, how will they resist it...?

Thinking of this, some cultivators couldn't help but laugh at themselves, they really thought a lot, there were hundreds of cultivators in the field, but they were afraid that none of them could cultivate to the realm of meeting the heavenly punishment.

However, this did not prevent them from being in awe of this brilliant heavenly power and the power of thunder.

This scene also saw the Demon Sound Dao Female Cultivator's color change, and her figure retreated again, looking at the middle-aged scribe and the thunder that was still nurturing in the sky with awe.

Chen Mo also had an intuitive feeling that the power of the thunder punishment was much stronger than his thunder talisman.

He wants to practice the thirteenth peak of qi, and he doesn't know how dangerous the thunder punishment he will face at that time, can he really stand through it?

He remembered the scene when he inherited the thunder talisman that day, the huge ancient tree that covered the sky and the sun and the majestic shore of the endless life, under the glorious heavenly might, it was still inevitable to be chopped into charcoal, and only that residual leaf was left.

This middle-aged scribe, who is also a spiritual plant, under this terrifying thunder, how many thunder powers can he withstand? Five Paths, or Six Paths? In the end, if he can't even leave half a petal, he will disappear from this heaven and earth.

In this heaven and earth, can real creatures completely block this thunderous tribulation?

Just when there was a slight shake in Chen Mo's heart, another bright white thunderbolt had fallen, and the thunder power had expanded from the thickness of his arm to the thickness of a foot, and there was a hint of cyan in the bright white.

This bombardment hit the three-layer blood platform, and the blood qi on the blood platform disappeared cleanly in an instant, and it fell dozens of zhang suddenly, and the figure of the middle-aged scribe below it also descended downward, and the aura around him fluctuated greatly.

In the blink of an eye, the third three-foot-thick thunderbolt fell.

This time it is several times more powerful than the second one.

There was a loud click, and it instantly slammed into the blood platform, and countless fine cracks appeared on the blood platform in an instant, and finally it was completely shattered in everyone's eyes, and a large amount of fire and sunflower water instantly overflowed.

The entire sky was flooded with red fire and black water, and the two blended with each other and made a violent sound.

But as the middle-aged scribe threw out a flower bone in his hand, the fire and sunflower water poured into the blood-colored flower bone in a blink of an eye, and the sound disappeared into invisibility.

I saw that the middle-aged scribe gently shook the flower bone in his hand, and a large amount of blood qi overflowed from it, condensing into an extremely condensed and thick blood-colored shield with a radius of dozens of zhang, covering one person and one flower in it.

At the same time, the fourth thunderstorm had already fallen.

This thunder tribulation was a zhang thick, and most of it was cyan, and it hit the blood-colored shield in an instant.

At that moment, the blood-colored shield fluctuated strongly and shattered in an instant, and this fourth thunder power was finally taken over by the middle-aged scribe.

The cultivators who watched this scene were all shocked in their hearts, the Nine Heavenly Thunder Tribulation was a fierce plant that had already taken over four, which was quite rare.

But the remaining five realms, one is stronger than one, how can it resist?

At this moment, the thick black and gloomy sky once again appeared thundermang, this time the thunder mang was three zhang thick, the whole body was light green, and its power was much stronger than the previous four thunder tribulations combined.

At the moment of falling, Chen Mo and the others' expressions changed greatly, and they quickly retreated, and at the same time, they also saw that the flower and flower bones in front of the middle-aged scribe suddenly bloomed, and a blood-colored petal slowly flew out under the gaze of everyone, and it actually intersected with the extremely fast thunder in mid-air.

At that moment, there was no loud noise, no strong wind, and the petals and the fifth thunder were extinguished at the same time.

Everyone was secretly shocked in their hearts, they didn't expect that petal to have such power, but Chen Mo could understand, after all, when they were in the snow of a thousand mountains, the petals they were on looked boundless, and it was reasonable to be able to say that the fifth heavenly thunder tribulation was over, but the four behind...

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows, he hoped that the middle-aged scribe would be able to survive, instead of once again verifying the 'truth' that had survived the so-called thunder tribulation.

Staring at the middle-aged scribe, Chen Mo saw that the sixth heavenly thunder had completely condensed, the sky was surging with wind and thunder, and a heavenly thunder that was nine zhang thick and thick, and the whole body was turquoise, and his heart was also raised.

At this time, the blood-colored flower flew out of three petals in an instant, condensing into a rather strange formation in the void, and countless blood shadows poured out from that formation, rushing towards the cyan thunder in the air.

However, under the cyan thunder, the blood shadow dissipated instantly, bombarding the formation, and the three petals instantly turned into flying ash and disappeared, but the cyan thunder punishment was only powerful, and it was shattered by the middle-aged scribe Yaoyao, turning into a thunder arc in the sky.

Seeing this scene, Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, as if it was not the middle-aged scribe who crossed the catastrophe, but him.

After breaking the thunder tribulation, the middle-aged scribe had already urged it to float down three petals again, forming a formation in the void again.

At this time, the sky once again condensed thicker thunderclouds, and a coercion that was stronger than it was emanated.

Several cultivators who were watching from afar felt the terrifying power in the thunderclouds, and they couldn't help but secretly shake their heads: "It's over, I'm afraid this seventh heavenly thunder can't be stopped." ”

Chen Mo's heart also lifted up when he heard this, he was a pure spiritual root, and he could clearly feel the spiritual plant, this middle-aged scribe was transformed by a fierce plant, and his current situation Chen Mo naturally knew more than ordinary people.

At present, although the middle-aged scribe who has been transformed by this fierce plant has not changed, he still dares to look directly at the thunder punishment, this courage is better than that of many cultivators, which is admirable, but the previous six thunder tribulations have already caused him to be hit hard, I don't know if he still has the means to take this seventh heavenly thunder?

Finally, in the limelight, the seventh thunderbolt fell.

This thunderbolt is much thinner than the sixth one, only three zhang thick, but there is a black light in it, and the terrifying power contained in it makes many cultivators who are thousands of zhang away still feel that it is not enough to be safe.

As this seventh thunderbolt fell, the three petals instantly disappeared and blasted towards the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe only had time to hold the blood-colored flower that stirred up the only petal left, and he was hit by the black mang, and Chen Mo felt that the middle-aged cultivator's aura was faint to him in an instant, and he couldn't feel it anymore.

Chen Mo's face was ugly for a while, with the power of this fierce thousand mountain blood, it could only block six thunder tribulations, could it be that there was really no vitality under the thunder punishment?