A touch of ruthlessness flashed on his face, and when Ying Long was about to help Yang Lin intercept it, he was stopped by the Qingyun Holy Maiden with her hand, and before he could say any more, the purple lightning had already slashed directly at Yang Lin, who was holding his head high with his eyes closed.

The thunder was faint, purple light appeared, and Yang Lin, who was dressed in white, was already covered with purple thunder talismans at this time, and seemed to be destroying everything in Yang Lin's body, but Yang Lin only frowned slightly, and did not show too much pain, but seemed to have been tempered by the thunder and refined his body.

"Yang Lin has a thunder spirit root, and the heavenly thunder should not cause much damage, unless this heavenly thunder is bent on killing Yang Lin, not like just now, just thinking, but it doesn't have to be killed, and the test means more. The Qingyun Holy Maiden on the side said with a somewhat enlightened face.

Before the words fell, several muffled thunder roars sounded in the sky again, and several thumb-thick purple lightning appeared at the same time, slashing towards Yang Lin fiercely, and the momentum was even more violent, completely losing the temptation just now.

"This can also be regarded as body refining!" Ying Long asked hesitantly as he pouted.

"Probably not!" On the pale and delicate face of the Qingyun Holy Maiden, her face was already pale, and she obviously didn't expect the Heavenly Thunder to gather into any kind of power. If you look at it visually, even if the Holy King is there in person, I am afraid that it will be difficult to stop it.

"Ah......h

The purple light was dazzling, shining brightly on the heavenly monument, and when the people around closed their eyes to avoid, Yang Lin suddenly opened his eyes, and the two fine lights approached the sky, seemingly unwilling, and seemed to express his determination to resist.

The silver light flashed lightly, but it was inconspicuous under the shroud of purple light in the sky, Yang Lin waved his left hand a little stubbornly, and threw the body breaking needle into the air.

The body-breaking needle containing the effect of lightning channeling, like a lightning rod, went straight to the sky in retrograde, facing the huge thunder light formed by the purple electricity.

'Boom' rumbled, the mountains trembled, the fog dispersed, the birds and beasts returned to their nests, people covered the house, even the Qingyun Holy Maiden in front of the stone also closed their eyes and used mana to calm their minds, for fear of being disturbed by the power of the thunder.

After a mouthful of blood splashed the stele, Yang Lin covered his chest with his hand, looked at the sword mark against the sky behind the stele with a smile on his face, and scolded in his heart, the strength of the heavenly thunder was so far away from the top of his head, and he actually relied on the power of the shock to shock the meridians in the body, if it hit the body, where would there be life.

The dark cloud slowly pressed down, as if it was narrowing the range, and the silver arc was like a spiritual snake, shuttling through the clouds, as if it was accumulating strength, ready to kill Yang Lin with one blow.

The dark clouds pressed the top, as if the world was about to be destroyed, the breath was dull and more like vomiting blood that suppressed people, behind the monument in front of the cliff, Yang Lin, whose face looked a little pale, completely ignored the gradually gathering thunder in the sky, the Kunwu sword in his right hand flashed away, and the five fingers gently touched the sword marks that caused the wrath of the sky, as if he was appreciating and seemed to be reminiscing.

'Click, click' several thunders, silver light beating, purple thunder looming, dozens of purple thunder gathered in the sky again, where Lei Feng is located, there is a hidden red light bursting out, as if angry eyes, looking for that disobedient figure.

Patting his chest and feeling the slightest flustered beating, Ying Long and the others hurriedly looked at the back of the stone, but when they saw Yang Lin caressing the stone tablet unharmed, they breathed a sigh of relief, but looking up at the floating thunder shadow in the sky, there was a trace of horror on their faces at the same time.

I was dazzled by the purple light just now, and I didn't see clearly how Yang Lin got rid of this thunder tribulation, at this time, the thunder momentum had been completed, and he was about to move, and a stronger thunder tribulation had already floated in the dark clouds in the air, ready to split.

"You wait to retreat, this heavenly thunder is going to destroy this wordless heavenly monument!" Before the Qingyun Holy Maiden shouted, Yang Lin in front of him shouted first, his tone full of perseverance and decisiveness.

"Let's go!" Qingyun Holy Maiden drank coquettishly, and she had already retreated first, without a trace of hesitation, I don't know if it was blind trust or shock.

"If you don't want to drag Yang Lin down, retreat quickly!" Seeing that Ying Long and the others were unwilling to leave, and wanted to rush forward to help, the Qingyun Holy Maiden hurriedly shouted loudly, her voice was so rapid that she felt as if she was scolding a fool.

With a few light sighs, Ying Long and the others understood that rushing forward would not help Yang Lin, their heads sank, and they retreated to the junction of the mountain with the Qingyun Holy Maiden.

Looking at the cliff leaning out in front of him, Yang Lin, who seemed to be feeling the steles behind the wordless heavenly monument, gradually disappeared with sadness on his face, but gave birth to a feeling of worship, his eyes were full of respect, and even the eyes of the Qingyun Holy Maiden were full of admiration, which was a little heavier than when he looked at the Holy King Hall in the mountain.

The thunder roared, and dozens of purple lightning were coiled together, as if the heavenly dragons were entangled, showing the domineering aura, and where the red light pointed, the blood-red that had been reflected by the wordless heavenly monument seemed to point to a disaster.

No one made a sound, at the entrance of the Heavenly Monument, the Qingyun guards had already retreated to the extreme distance, even the Qingyun Holy Maiden who was praying silently, Ying Long and the others were only praying, not really optimistic that Yang Lin could successfully escape this catastrophe.

But he believes that if Yang Lin escapes this catastrophe, it must be destined for something, maybe Yang Lin's future road may lead to the sky and open the door sealed by the sky.

The wind and rain are coming, the sky is in a vision, and the entire Qingyun Mountain is in a delicate atmosphere, that is, thinking that Yang Lin was killed by the thunder, and thinking that Yang Lin can be alive, creating another good story for the Qingyun tribe.

At the Holy King's Palace, the two figures faced the direction of the wordless heavenly monument at the same time, silent, and for a long time, Bu Luan, whose head was wrapped in black yarn, spoke first: "Could it be that this Yang Lin really discovered the heavenly machine on the wordless heavenly monument, and attracted the heavenly send." ”

"Maybe this door to ascension really needs to be opened by Yang Lin, which is why I haven't started with Yang Lin. The Saint King said slowly, his eyes suddenly opened, he turned around and walked to the white jade chair and sat down and said with a smile: "It's better to wait for the result, if you separate the divine soul and are injured by the heavenly thunder, wouldn't it be a loss." ”

"If Yang Lin escapes this catastrophe, then the Holy King will protect him to the end. Bu Luan asked with a heavy face.

"Heaven can't accept him, how can I accept it, I advise you to stop killing and let it be. Although your eyes are lost, but your Dao heart is firm, and it is only a matter of time before you break through the merger, I will raise it in my good life, and when Yang Lin leaves this mountain, it is not too late for you to return to Nanyuan. ”

Originally, he came to Qingyun Mountain to ask the Holy King to stop it, but at this time, the Holy King helped Yang Lin take refuge, and when Yang Lin left, he couldn't intercept Yang Lin halfway, Bu Luan secretly hated in his heart, but it was not good to show it in front of the Holy King, he sighed bitterly, and secretly said in his heart, even if he invited the Taishang Elder from Tiannan, he would kill Yang Lin in the Southern Wilderness to avenge the killing of his brother.

For Yang Lin to kill many of the patriarchs of the various tribes in Nanyuan, the Holy King knew about it, but it was not a matter of concern, so it was not worth mentioning, if he could really save a person who would ascend in the future, this achievement would be a great achievement.

"The third heavenly tribulation has descended, if Yang Lin can avoid it, you can let it go!" As if sensing the unwillingness in Bu Luan's heart, the Saint King said in a slightly heavy tone.

The blood was all over the sky, accompanied by the dullness of the dark clouds, as if a catastrophe was about to be presented, the wind was stronger, rolling and attacking, Yang Lin caressed the stone tablet with his hand as if he didn't know that dozens of powerful purple lightning had been gathered in the sky.

The purple light flashed brightly, and dozens of purple lightning had been slashed from the sky in an instant with the guidance of that red light, and it seemed that there was a feeling that the evil had been punished.

The wind was blowing strongly, and the aura was even more abused, and the entire wordless heavenly monument was dimming and brightening, as if they were resisting the red light, and the Qingyun Holy Maiden who was standing in the extreme distance was only nervously staring at the figure that the wind could not blow, but they did not pay attention to the fluctuation of the aura.

The angry heavenly thunder had already split into the air in the blink of an eye, and when it was about to split Yang Lin's body, there was a vision, as if he had lost his goal, and after a slight pause, he split it again, but when he split it again, it was slightly bent, and it was better to slash on the wordless heavenly monument that Yang Lin caressed.

The rumbling sound was endless, and the wordless heavenly monument that was originally standing proudly between heaven and earth suddenly made a sound of stone cracking, but this sound was inaudible compared to the purple thunder that fell from the sky.

The purple light retreated, as if it was sucked in by the wordless heavenly monument, and it did not send out a thunder snake to shoot around, but instead saved the Qingyun Holy Maiden and others who were hiding in the distance.

They all looked at the wordless heavenly monument, only to see that the heavenly monument trembled for no reason, as if it was struggling for something, but the white-clothed figure under the stone was gone.

Recalling Yang Lin's sudden disappearance in front of the guest hall that day, Qingyun Holy Maiden had already guessed that Yang Lin must have escaped at the last moment, otherwise Ying Long Gumo was afraid that he would have already disappeared at this time.

As if the target had been lost, within the dark clouds, the thunder was faint, and there were electric snakes appearing from time to time, but there was no purple sky thunder showing its head, and occasionally a few red rays of light shone on Qingyun Mountain through the dark clouds, and they were also swept away, but they never stayed.

Because of Yang Lin's disappearance, the heavenly tribulation seemed to be about to pass, and the dark cloud on Qingyun Mountain slowly dissipated with the wind, and the heavy stone that pressed on the heads of everyone in the Qingyun tribe was also moved, even if it was the holy king in the Holy King Palace, his face showed an unfathomable smile, as if he had pressed the right treasure, looking at Bu Luan behind him, and smiling playfully.

Suddenly, the Holy King's face sank, and he looked at the wordless Heavenly Monument again, and then a phantom came out through his body, directly through the hall beam and disappeared into the void, and Bu Luan on the side had a gloomy face and strode towards the back of the hall, because the smile of the Holy King just now had already explained that Yang Lin was not killed by thunder.

As for why the Holy King suddenly separated the Divine Soul, it must be something else, otherwise, he didn't dare to separate the Divine Soul when the Heavenly Thunder was alarmed just now, how dare he at this time.