Jiang Wentao and Jiang Dingding were on the top of the Tongtian Spirit Realm, although they were a little far away from Zheng Zheng's robbery place, they could still feel the thunder and heavenly might. Jiang Wentao couldn't help but worry: "Ding Ding, I was fortunate to see two monks crossing the Yuan Infant Tribulation before, one of them even resisted the last heavenly thunder, but from beginning to end, this heavenly thunder was only purple, where is there a master so weird?"

Although Jiang Dingding usually seems to be on the wrong path with Zheng Zheng, when it comes to life and death, he still shows great concern: "Ji people have their own natural appearance, Zheng Zheng is a person with great perseverance and great wisdom, I believe he will definitely survive this difficulty." ”

As he spoke, the sixth and seventh thunderbolts also fell.

"Ahhh......h And the weapon in hand, the golden triangular rod, was also blown into several pieces in this resistance, and the three sharp cones on it also disappeared without a trace.

His aura has been completely disordered, and the operation of the true yuan is also chaotic, even if the flesh is blown up, and the white bones of the forest are still tightly controlled by the purple mansion yuan infant with divine thoughts.

You have to hold on.

Zheng Zheng clenched his teeth tightly, and his lips were broken.

The treasure is gone, and you can find it again, but if the Yuan Infant is broken again, it can no longer be condensed. Therefore, even if the triangular rod and sword wing that follow you invincible reach this critical moment, you can give it up. Even the Star Tortoise and the Spin Tortoise, which are known for their defense, were summoned and took a hard bolt, and both of them were seriously injured.

And under his best protection, the Yuan Ying has been shining with divine light, the treasure is majestic, even if it is surrounded by purple fire, it still exudes amazing true yuan fluctuations, according to this trend, it will not be long before the Purple Mansion Yuan Ying will be completely complete, and completely achieve the supreme prestige of the ancestor.

At this moment, the eighth heavenly thunder finally fell.

Zheng Zheng knelt on one knee, raised his eyes to the sky, and as far as his eye could see, all the thunderbolts were thunderbolts, with a violent and desperate energy, and he could hardly raise the slightest idea of resistance.

The golden exquisite pagoda finally floated into the air, sprinkled with thousands of golden lights in the sky, and an eternal existence, like a chaotic flood of desolation. The four-colored flames revolve around the tower, the war witch totem is like a guardian god, and the roaring sound of all kinds of demon beasts fills the earth. And the thunder bombarded on it, just like Mars hitting the earth, blowing up the entire Kuoyu Peak, and razing the entire lake and mountain.

The rising speed of the pagoda was quickly suppressed, and every thunderbolt hit it, and it was as heavy as a mountain. And the energy explosion fluctuations caused by countless thunderbolts intertwined with golden light blew up the entire cloud sky into a big hole, and I don't know how many space-time tunnels were opened, and how many parallel void worlds were shaken.

How powerful it must be.

"Wow. Zheng Zheng vomited blood, his face was like ashes, and the pagoda was bombarded by the Nine Heavens Tribulation Thunder, and it kept compressing inch by inch. And with every foot he fell, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

When the Linglong Pagoda was suppressed and only three feet above the head, the eighth thunderstorm was finally unloaded without a trace.

And Zheng Zheng has almost used up all his hole cards, but the last thunderstorm has already formed in the air.

Ninety-nine to one.

If you get through, you will be the ancestor of the baby, and if you can't stand it, all the archives will be cleared, and you will start anew.

Yuanying is the last step away, but this step is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Zheng Zheng's whole person was already in a semi-comatose state, and all the true elements had reached the point of exhaustion. Fortunately, after irrigation, the Yuan Infant has been planted with a wisp of divine soul, and has been able to start running on its own, but it is still quite weak and needs a little time to grow and recover.

It's a pity that such a little time is a great luxury for Zheng Zheng.

The last thunderbolt finally formed in the sky.

This is a vain, almost transparent, colorless and textureless thunder.

The trajectory of its fall was obvious, and the speed didn't seem fast, but there was a feeling of solidification throughout the plane. Bombarded on the pagoda, there was no expected momentum, the level of a thunderous blow occurred, and the virtual thunder directly submerged into the tower, penetrating at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally fell on Zheng Zheng's forehead and submerged into the entire head.

The smoke disappeared, the foot of the mountain and lake finally returned to tranquility, and the terrifying thunder and coercion slowly began to dissipate, and the sun's rays in the sky have shone on the earth through the layers of dark clouds at some point, warm.

Zheng Zheng maintained a sitting posture, raised his eyes to the sky, his pupils widened to the extreme, and his face was full of incredible expressions.

The last catastrophe of the heavenly thunder turned out to be the heart thunder.

The red dust of the past, the cause and effect, the karma, everything was shattered into nothing after the heart thunder.

The focus of the pupils slowly dissipated, Zheng Zhengling flew out of the sky, condensed into a primordial infant before, the vitality disappeared rapidly, and the dazzling and shining baby eyes also dimmed. The exquisite pagoda burst out with a burst of dazzling golden light, and the sound of the tower was faint and loud, giving people a desolate and tactful, sad and pitiful illusion. Eventually, the tower slowly became smaller and fell beside him, and the aura collapsed. Only the green beads still exude a faint light, giving people a kind of sadness that the building is toppling and the eyes are desolate.

After waiting for a long time, seeing that Zheng Zheng still didn't move, Liu Chong and Liu Xiu couldn't help but open their mouths wide, it's over?

Failed the Yuan Infant Tragedy?

The two glanced at each other, and a wry smile spread across the corners of their mouths.

Hey, there's only one last step left.

Jiang Dingding and Jiang Wentao also noticed something unusual, their whole hearts sank to the bottom, the two of them had already left Zheng Zheng's previous confession behind, and the speed of light rushed in. When they came to the edge of the valley, Zheng Zheng was shocked and miserable, which made them unbearable to look at it directly. His armor had long since been split apart, revealing a naked body, without a single intact skin on it, all charred as charcoal, pitted in some places, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was flesh or bones or tendons, and puffs of green smoke kept rising from him.

"How's the situation?" Jiang Wentao asked with a mouth full of astringency.

Liu Chong stood up from Zheng Zheng's side, shook his head, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Although the Purple Mansion has given birth to a Yuan Baby, it is a dead baby. Along with the body, there is no breathing, no heartbeat......"

"What?" Jiang Dingding's body shook, and he couldn't have imagined that Zheng Zheng's crossing would be such an ending.

"Is there any help?" Jiang Wentao asked with a trembling voice.

"Unless Da Luo Jinxian ......" Liu Chong shook his head, pinned his head to the side, and sighed, completely shattering everyone's hopes.

"It shouldn't be......" Liu Xiu muttered: "Zheng Zheng is known for his physical strength, he cultivates the body of a great witch, and his fierceness is comparable to that of the Yuan Infant Ancestor, even if he fails to transform into a baby, it is impossible to lose his life for this." ”

"yes, I can't figure out why. Liu Chong only felt that his head had become a pulp, a mess of numbness.