The wind and rain between heaven and earth are great, and the clouds and lightning are thundering for hundreds of miles.

It's just that this calamity is different from the tribulation of Wu Qianshu to cross the Yuan Infant.

Although Wu Qianshu's Cloud Tribulation is terrifying, it still has some vitality, while Lin Fan's Cloud Tribulation is a lifeless death.

The dark clouds were mixed with a trace of death visible to the naked eye.

The dead air was like a gray ribbon, rolling in the dark clouds, as if it was the ashes of a monk who had died under the Heavenly Tribulation.

The icy and cold breath blew on Lin Fan's young cheeks along with the violent wind.

A trace of gray mist that could extinguish all vitality shrouded Lin Fan, and when he looked up, he was surrounded by a gray world, in which life was cut off, making people have no business.

"Do you want me Lin Fan to be tied up and killed?"

"It's a pity that when I first had a mind, I realized the preciousness of life more than anyone else, even if it was a mecha with a cold body at that time!"

"Now that I have been reborn as a human being, I know how to cherish it even more, if the sky does not let me move forward, I will destroy the sky, and if the earth does not let me move forward, I will destroy the earth until no one dares to stop me from stepping on the peak!"

"You are just a heavenly punishment from heaven, how dare you stop my footsteps, even if you don't leave me a trace of life, I will disperse the clouds!"

"From now on, I will be free from all over the world!"

The wild aura in Lin Fan's straight body erupted like a tidal wave, and a sky-high battle intent soared into the sky.

At this time, his physical body and cultivation reached the peak of foundation building at the same time, and as long as he crossed a step, the Heavenly Tribulation would come.

It's just that Lin Fan is different from other monks, he can't support him to condense the golden pill without a massive amount of vitality.

Fortunately, he was full of vitality in the immortal ladder, otherwise he would never dare to hit the Jindan realm at this time.

If you want to break through your cultivation, you must first break through your physical body, otherwise his flesh and blood are like a bottomless pit, even if his bloodline awakens now, he can't resist the plundering of vitality by his physical body.

The Immortal Ladder was originally the Sword Pavilion on top of the Immortal Mountain, and he was qualified to use it as a disciple of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect.

It's just that how much you can get depends on your own ability.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan half-bent his body on the ground and put on a strange posture.

A golden toad that can support the world emerges in the sea.

"Toad spit out the sky!"

This is the first time that Lin Fan has run this skill without any scruples, you must know that the method of toad devouring the sky is extremely domineering, usually Lin Fan cares about the grass and trees in his valley, and will never dare to do this.

Outside the clouds, many Yuanying monks saw Lin Fan lying on the ground like a toad, and they all looked strange, as if they had never seen such an ugly method of spitting.

"It's good that you have no trace, such a talented young man, you don't pass on his excellent method, let him practice such a clumsy exercise, and it is not unreasonable for your Flying Immortal Sword Sect to decline!"

Feng Wuxian's face turned red, looking at Long Batian, who had an unkind face, and replied angrily: "This son's exercises are all passed down from his father, if you are dissatisfied, you can regret it now!"

Lin Luochen has already fallen, and Long Batian also understands it.

He looked angry, a pair of golden vertical pupils looked at the somewhat lonely Feng Wuxi, and said disdainfully: "Anyway, he is still a disciple of your Flying Immortal Sword Sect, even if he is embarrassed here, your Sword Sect is shameless."

Wu Qianshu, who was sitting on the stone steps of Yuanying, looked at Lin Fan like this, and there was a hint of a smile in his cold eyes.

Just with the light corners of his lips, that hint of a smile turned into a sneer.

He half-leaned into Lan Mei'er's arms where the smoke condensed, and said to himself: "I thought that you Lin Fan could be worthy of my sword, but now it seems that it makes me look high!"

In the countless sneering eyes, Lin Fan in the eyes of everyone was like a dead man.

Without a profound method of breathing, how to fight against this catastrophe like silent death.

"Quack"

An earth-shattering roar came out of Lin Fan's mouth, and its sound was even more shocking than the thunder of the Heavenly Tribulation.

The air waves flew, and a whirlpool the size of a hundred zhang appeared in the sky, and Lin Fan, the center of the high-speed rotating whirlpool, suddenly inhaled.

Whether it was the dead qi around him or the abundant heaven and earth vitality, it was sucked into his stomach like a dragon swallowing water.

The furious vitality rushed through his mouth and nose, and the gray robe kept stirring, and the cells of his whole body seemed to emit joyful joy, and countless chirps like giant whales spitting water emitted in his body.

The vitality was like water being devoured by his physical body, and even the terrifying death qi was converted into energy and devoured.

A spectacular scene was formed between heaven and earth, and Lin Fan's aura suddenly changed to Jindan.

The clouds in the sky suddenly rolled like a huge wave, and a gray lightning bolt flew down from the dark clouds.

Everywhere the lightning passed, it was as if everything was extinguished, and even the void air exploded in all directions.

Lin Fan in the center of the whirlpool felt that the vitality of his whole body was about to disappear, and his vigorous qi and blood suddenly declined.

If this lightning bolt falls on the body, it will surely turn into powder and fall on the spot.

Lin Fan's face was solemn, and a monstrous battle intent erupted, my generation of monks went against the sky, why not be afraid of heavenly punishment!.

did not use the Yuan Magnetic Sky Breaking Sword, that is, the calamity of the flesh body should be used to survive the flesh.

He raised his white fist, and a dragon roar sounded in the dantian, striking head-on at the lightning that broke through the sky.

"King Kong Hundred Dragon Fist!"

Bloodline talent, Lin Fan's fist covered with silver dragon scales turned into a hideous dragon head, and slammed into lightning fiercely.

There was no sound, and the gray lightning silently flowed into his body through the fist that condensed the qi and blood of his whole body.

Lin Fan, who was punched in the air, trembled all over, and his plump and lubricated skin suddenly aged rapidly.

In a few breaths, Lin Fan's long black hair turned out to be dry and fell out, full of endless dead air from his skin, and pieces of dragon scales kept falling off.

The fire of his life was dim, and he seemed to be dying in decay.

A look of confusion appeared in Lin Fan's erected pupils, and the lightning that entered his body could not be absorbed by his flesh and blood body at all.

It is not energy, it is simply death.

Feeling that the fire of life that he was about to extinguish, Lin Fan was confused, and his heart was full of unwillingness.

He has a lot of unfulfilled wishes, how willing he is to die like this.

Outside of the tribulation clouds, many Yuanying monks looked at Lin Fan, who was still struggling, with cold eyes, and one of them sighed: "Although this son is a genius, it is a pity that he will fall, that tribulation thunder is the rule of death, even if a Yuanying monk like you and me touches it, it will not escape the fall, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

Wu Qianshu looked at Lin Fan, who was as old as the twilight of his life, and said with a chuckle: "I thought you were the sun, but now it seems that you are just a soil dog!"

In the immortal ladder, under Ji Wuwu's silver mask, a line of tears dripped silently along the beautiful cheeks.

Crystal tears disappeared in an instant as they landed on the ancient stone steps.

Before you could draw your eyebrows at me, when you raised your hand, she took off her silver mask, and the silver light flickered, revealing her miserable cheeks.

In Lin Fan's confused pupils, a silver mask flew down like a meteor and split under his feet.