Under the dark clouds, Lin Fan's body was rotten like a dry bone at this time, his plump skin had long since disappeared, and only a layer of dry and cracked human skin was tightly attached to the hideous bones.

But his straight body was still as straight as a javelin, and his dull pupils were still looking up at the sky.

Ten bone-like fingers clenched tightly on the thick "Yuan Magnetic Breaking the Sky" sword.

Under the catastrophe, in the immortal ladder, Lin Fan stood leaning on his sword, although the sky was as powerful as a mountain, but in the storm, his straight body was still upright.

Outside the clouds, many Yuanying Cultivators turned pale, and their eyes showed a trace of regret.

You must know that they were also terrified under the Heavenly Tribulation back then, just asking themselves, even if they were killed, they would never be able to bend like Lin Fan's body.

Although Lin Fan's life fire disappeared, his straight body was still upright, and his pupils looking up at the sky were still full of endless battle intent.

"My generation of monks should be like this, although heaven and earth can destroy my body, but the heart that bravely moves forward to the Tao is indestructible in heaven and earth!"

"We waited for the catastrophe of the Yuan Infant to leave a shadow in my heart, so that I did not dare to take a step out of the void easily, although this son fell, but his fearless heart to move forward can ignite the blood that we have forgotten, the catastrophe and fear, what is the fear of the demons?".

"Only when I set foot on the cultivation, I should realize that my generation of monks is just fighting with the heavens and the earth, and how can I be afraid of the demons without fear of heaven and earth, in the final analysis, it is just a battle word!"

The eyes of many Terran primordial monks flashed, as if they had returned to the era when they were as enthusiastic as teenagers.

Who has never had a first love, who has never had blood, even if there is always forgetting, but it is also hidden deep in the heart!

Feng Wuxian looked at Lin Fan, who had passed away, but his body was still not falling, and his eyes were full of self-blame.

His white palms clenched tightly.

Am I worried too much, or am I afraid, is the sword in my hand no longer sharp?

No, it's neither, it's me who is so old that I have forgotten the sharpness of being a swordsman, and I am unyielding for a sword cultivator, even if I am an enemy of heaven and earth, I dare to show the sword in the sheath to be called a sword cultivator!

He raised his bloodshot pupils to look at Long Batian beside him.

"Since this son has fallen under the heavenly tribulation, you can't take it away, I know you want him to have a body of essence blood, but after all, he is now a disciple of my Flying Immortal Sword Sect, even if he has fallen, it is still unchangeable, I will bury this son, if you dare to move half a finger of his body, even if you are a Void Breaking Monk, my Flying Immortal Sword Sect will fight with you to the end, as for the demon clan, it is just a battle!"

Long Batian didn't look at the excited Feng Wuxi, but his face was solemn, and there was a little bit of admiration in his eyes.

"This son, my Wolong Mountain is going to be decided, and it's too early for you to say that he has fallen."

Feng Wuxian flicked his sleeves, and a sword qi like light smoke surged in his fingertips.

"The fire of his life is gone, what else could it be if it didn't fall, you are clearly greedy for what little essence blood he has left!".

I see, I said that why did Long Batian use the promise of retiring the demon clan in exchange for Lin Fan, saying that he wanted to make him the son-in-law of Wolong Mountain, it turned out to be just an excuse.

That Feng Wuxian is not a good thing, it is really shameless to exchange the lives of his disciples for a living.

There was a hint of enlightenment in the eyes of many Yuanying monks, and there was more contempt and contempt in the eyes of the two of them.

The Yuanying monk present was not a ruthless person, otherwise he would never have achieved today's achievements, but under the eyes of the general public, he was righteous and awe-inspiring, as if he disdained to be with the two of them, and quietly left one by one.

Only then did Feng Wuxian realize that he had lost his words, and his face was blood-red with shame.

Long Batian didn't have a trace of anger, he just pointed at the tribulation clouds in the sky, and said with a solemn face: "After the fall, the calamity clouds will definitely disappear, can you see that the sky is full of calamity clouds with a trace of dissipation?"

He didn't speak much, as if he was muttering to himself, as if he was thinking about the people behind him to ask.

Cloud robbery?

As if thinking of something, a famous infant monk looked up to the sky.

Not only did the clouds that should have dissipated not disappear at this time, but the rolling black clouds had a tendency to expand.

The hundred-mile-sized clouds were like huge waves, and the pitch-black color quickly changed to gray.

It was as if Lin Fan, who couldn't stand, made it angry.

"Boom"

With a thunderclap, the hundred-mile tribulation clouds suddenly doubled, almost enveloping the Yuanying monks who were far away from the tribulation clouds.

"Ahh

Countless exclamations came out of the mouths of the Yuanying monks, and they ran away like frightened birds, for fear of being implicated in this silent death catastrophe, and the blood that had just ignited in their hearts did not know when to disappear, but in the process of flying, they stared at the gray lightning that was the thickness of their arms.

The lightning that bombarded the clouds with a thousand zhang cracks, like a giant spear dozens of zhang long, pointed at Lin Fan like dry bones.

At this time, Lin Fan was in the sea of knowledge, his face was pleasantly surprised, and in the land of knowing the sea that blended into that trace of gray qi, the withered sword grass was like a dead tree in spring.

It is as if blending into the earth is not a rule of death at all, but moisturizing like spring rain.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lin Fan was a little obsessed, there are four seasons in the sky, spring, summer, autumn and winter, like a mortal's life, from spring to winter, it is repeated repeatedly, like reincarnation.

This trace of death in his eyes can actually revive the withered and withered sword grass, does the senior who is like an abyss want to tell him that the ultimate death should be life?

The method of Yongzhen Reincarnation Fist, which was bitter and difficult to understand at the beginning, was like a clear spring flowing in his heart, and many unfinished places in the past were suddenly comprehended.

A trace of vitality passed through the sea of consciousness to the shriveled whole body, and the skin and blood like death were like a baby waiting to be replenished, and the meaning of hunger and thirst was unbearable.

Just as the lightning bolt like a giant spear was about to pierce Lin Fan's forehead, his dim pupils actually emitted a trace of sober light.

Lin Fan, who came to his senses, was stunned at first, but immediately showed ecstasy, and the cells that were almost like lights flashed to him, as if the lightning like a giant spear in front of him was not a heavenly punishment, but a feast sent to his mouth.

In ecstasy, Lin Fan's bone-like cheeks twisted together, as if he was a demon from hell.

A clam chirp that shook the heavens and the earth sounded in his belly, and in the disbelief of many Yuanying monks, Lin Fan split his big mouth and swallowed the lightning dozens of zhang long in one bite.

Gray electric light burst in Lin Fan's shriveled abdomen, and the cracked skin of his whole body floated around like flying ash.

The gray lightning turned into a twisted chain that entwined Lin Fan's crystal bones, as if like a python wanted to strangle him.

Lin Fan's bone-like jaw fanned up and down, and he actually let out a cheerful frog chirp.

Countless tiny swirls appeared on his crystalline bones, like hungry mouths, desperately devouring the chains that were wrapped around his bones.

Ren's chain was as thick as an arm, but it couldn't stop Lin Fan's bones from devouring at high speed.

In just one cup of tea, the chain of rules that frightened countless Yuan Babies was swallowed up by Lin Fan.

At this time, Lin Fan's body emitted a dazzling brilliance, and a beautiful young man vaguely appeared in the eyes of everyone.

The silver light flashed, and a snow-white robe was neatly worn by Lin Fan.

His crystal skin was unbelievable, and just now he was a man who was dying like dry bones.

At this time, Lin Fan's aura was obviously Jindan.

It's just that Lin Fan's actions against the sky turned out to be furious in the clouds.

One by two, as if countless gray lightning bolts were coming down, it made people feel like they would never stop if they didn't kill Lin Fan.

Lin Fan exclaimed excitedly, the clam in his abdomen sounded, and in his gulp, a huge whirlpool met the thunder and lightning that came from the critical attack.

Devouring, devouring, devouring, Lin Fan's external pressure is growing rapidly, the early stage of Jindan, the middle stage of Jindan, and finally reaching the late stage of Jindan, only a trace of it can reach the peak of Jindan.

The Yuanying monks who escaped from the range of the cloud robbery stared blankly one by one, and saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths unconsciously.

I have never seen anyone who can devour the thunder, and he can still go from breaking through the Jindan to cultivating to the late stage of the Jindan in just one hour.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, even if it had been reported by the immortals, they would have scolded with disdain: "Stupid!".

As if feeling helpless against Lin Fan, the calamity clouds in the sky began to dissipate.

At this time, Lin Fan's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted loudly: "If there is a thunderstorm, I can break through the peak of Jindan, just one, I really can't do half the way!"

Above the sky, the clouds were like a defeated rooster, fleeing from the wilderness, not daring to stay for half a moment.

"Just halfway, even the slightest bit!"

Lin Fan actually prayed, and the cruelty of his voice was heartbreaking.