"No... If you have the thirteenth layer of Qi cultivation and the Seven Treasures Building the Pill, you must have reached the thirteenth layer, taking the Seven Treasures Building the Pill, resisting the thunder punishment, and building the foundation successfully, so there will be this exercise and the pill recipe that will be passed down to the world!"

This thunder punishment will not change because of the strength of the individual, since the ancestor can successfully survive, why can't he?

What's more, he still has a mysterious space, he doesn't believe that when the thunder tribulation comes, he has all the treasures to protect him, and he will still fall like that giant tree and fierce plant...

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Mo's expression suddenly changed, he noticed that something was wrong, and suddenly looked at the thundercloud in the void.

"No, the fierce plant was completely killed by the thunder, and this thundercloud should dissipate, but at this time..."

"Could it be..."

Chen Mo's eyes lit up, and he looked at the place where the thunder punishment fell, and sure enough, not long after, as the thunder arc dissipated, a thousand mountains of blood with only one petal appeared in front of Chen Mo and the others.

For some reason, Chen Mo briefly lost his sense of it, but the Thousand Mountains Blood was indeed alive.

Although his body was cracked and his appearance was miserable at this time, the only remaining petal still emitted a faint glimmer, as if to announce his existence.

Cultivators near and far were all shaken in their hearts.

Fang Cai's blow, just the impact of the qi explosion, had already made their blood surge, and you can imagine how terrifying the seventh heavenly thunder was.

Although this ferocious plant is also extremely strong, how can it survive under the power of heaven and earth?

However, the facts have proved that the impossibility in their hearts is only limited to their hearts.

Just when everyone was shaking, the figure of the middle-aged scribe reappeared, but at this time, he was extremely embarrassed, his head was scorched black by half of the blood, and his body was covered with cracks in the Dao, and it seemed that he might be broken into a pile of small pieces of flesh and bones at any time.

The middle-aged scribe was unaware of his injury, and the blood-colored flower on the side fused a large amount of sunflower water and fire into the middle-aged scribe's body at this time.

The middle-aged scribe's body was repaired extremely quickly, the scorched black on his body gradually faded, the cracks slowly healed, and it didn't take long for him to return to the appearance before the thunderstorm.

The middle-aged scribe's bearing was still graceful, there was no solemnity, no nervousness, no fear in his expression, it seemed that in his opinion, the thunderstorm in front of him was just a small bump in the course of his life.

The wind struck, shaking his blood robe, and a few muffled thunders sounded in the sky, and he slowly raised his head and looked at the clouds that were still gathering at the moment.

I'm afraid I can't stop this blow.

The middle-aged scribe sighed, but there was no fear or uneasiness in his heart, just some reluctance and regret.

Carrying his hands behind his back, his eyes were as deep as the dark sea, dark and deep, looking at the thunderclouds, looking back on his past life, and lightly opening his bloody lips.

In the past, I was a grass, and I happened to meet the ancient road of the immortal master.

A gust of fragrant wind flutters on the feather sleeves, and a thousand clouds wrap around the neon clothes.

Every word is mysterious, and I am foolish and wise.

...

The middle-aged cultivator said slowly, and as he pinched the seal, it turned into a huge flower as the blood around him rolled.

Then the flowers quickly closed, and finally the broken thousand mountain blood was firmly protected inside.

With the cultivation of the fierce plant at this time, he had already reached the realm of breaking away from the body, but Chen Mo didn't understand why he still had to protect the broken body.

When the thought flashed in Chen Mo's heart, the eighth thunder punishment that had been pregnant for a long time was finally brewed, the sky was thunderous, and in the blink of an eye, a thunder that was only one zhang thick, but seemed to be infected by black ink, like an evil dragon, roared hideously and hit the thousands of mountains of blood.

At that moment, there was no strong roar, no dazzling light, only a deathly silence, and the black thunder seemed to just merge into the blood of a thousand mountains.

The huge body of the thousand mountains of blood did not seem to have changed dramatically, it was still rooted in the air, covering the sky and the sun, only the color changed from blood to gray, seeing this scene, everyone was amazed: "What's the matter? Blocked?"

Then, the next moment, the wind came.

The huge spiritual plant that covered the sky and the sun rolled up a large cloud of dust, like a mortal blowing up the dust of a long-aged artifact.

It was under this breeze that cracks began to appear on the gray surface of the giant spirit plant, and then spread from the huge flowers to its rhizomes, and a large amount of gray began to fall.

Finally, as the first gray-white petal collapsed and smashed into the seawater, the remaining seven gray-white petals also instantly collapsed into a pair of gray-white powder, piled up into a gray-white island on the dark sea.

Looking at the ashes piled up on the island, many cultivators were shocked again.

It's not that the fierce plant is not strong enough, but that the punishment is too domineering, and at this moment, they understand what it means to have no vitality under the punishment of heaven.

But at this moment, a remnant flower flew out, and the blood-colored branches were cracked and blackened, and the only remaining petals were full of blackened perforations...

Unexpectedly, it has not been extinguished?

Before they could think about it, the stump seemed to have a sense, and suddenly rushed towards the direction of Chen Mo and the others at an extremely fast speed.

The thunderclouds in the sky were rolling, and in the direction where Chen Mo was, he suddenly felt a suffocating oppression, and a kind of cultivator was so frightened that the souls of the dead were rising, and they fled in a swarm.

Chen Mo's expression also changed drastically, and he left quickly, but the remnants of thousands of mountains of blood chased after him, and in the blink of an eye, he approached Chen Mo for hundreds of feet.

The sky was surging, and the power was even stronger, Chen Mo's eyes flashed, and he suddenly activated the thunder talisman, and the three thunder forces instantly hit the remnants.

The blazing white light wrapped the blood of the stump, and at the same time, Chen Mo clearly felt that the last bit of vitality of the stump was also cut off by him.

With a slight sigh in his heart, he hoped that this thousand mountains of blood could survive the thunder tribulation, but he didn't expect that he was not buried in the sky and thunder in the end, but the last trace of vitality was cut off in his hands.

"Did you cut off your hopes?"

Chen Mo sarcastically laughed at himself, raised his head slightly, and saw that the thunderclouds in the sky were slowly dissipating, but just when the thunderclouds were about to completely dissipate, they rolled again, and thunder flashed.

Everyone on the side was shocked, thinking that the thunder tribulation had started again, but after a while, the ink cloud rolled and finally dissipated.

Chen Mo was also surprised in his heart, but at this moment, he noticed a strange fluctuation, and when he stared at it, he saw that the blood remnants of the Thousand Mountains that had been hit by the three thunder forces had actually regained their vitality again, and under Chen Mo's perception, the bloody aura in his body was changing towards a kind of masculinity.

This thousand mountains of blood actually escaped the ninth thunder tribulation?

Seeing this, Chen Mo was overjoyed in his heart, no matter what, the blood of Qianshan was not buried under the catastrophe, and finally let him see hope.

The road ahead is difficult, but it is not a dead end.

Xiuzhen has suffered many disasters along the way, but there is a glimmer of life.

However, the ancient trees in the Seven Leaves Spirit, which are as strong as the blood of a thousand mountains, have all avoided a calamity in a clever way, and if he wants to prove the Great Dao and resist all calamities, he must be stronger, reaching the realm that no one has ever reached, and reaching the ultimate that a cultivator can achieve.

"I want to practice the thirteenth peak of qi!"

This is a cry from the depths of Chen Mo's heart, not a joke made by being ignorant back then.

In Chen Mo's chest, the pride burst out, and when the thought was clear, the broken blood of a thousand mountains swept in front of Chen Mo with lightning speed.