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Thunderfall Abyss, Southwest, Swamp.

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The original overgrown swamp has collapsed into a vast hole at this moment, from a distance, it seems that a huge funnel, purple thunder and lightning, swimming in it, strangely not half of the funnel outside, it seems that in this hole, there is a powerful liliang, controlling the movement of the thunder dragon.

Every dazzling flash of light was accompanied by a roaring thunder, deafening, turning it into a purple ocean, and the rich heaven and earth vitality contained in it was extremely terrifying, indescribable, and even those monks in the foundation building period did not dare to enter it easily. Such a rich heaven and earth vitality, once a turbulent current is formed, can easily tear the human body and the original spirit into powder.

If it is just like this, it will only make people palpitate, and the most shocking thing is that in the middle of the sea of thunder, there are still six figures of different men and women, sitting cross-legged in the void, their faces filled with greedy longing and heart-rending pain, clearly experiencing great changes.

The purple thunder dragon in the sky, as if it had been summoned by some kind of summoning when it passed by several people, involuntarily poured into their bodies from every pore. Rush along the meridians into the most mysterious and unfathomable sea of consciousness in the human body.

What is happening at the moment, I am afraid that even the most knowledgeable monk power cannot explain it, you must know that in this space where mortals live, there has long been no such pure heaven and earth vitality, not to mention the alien thunder attribute vitality, like the most worthless river stream, actively absorbed by these people.

The endurance of the six people was obviously close to the limit, their faces were extremely distorted, the blue tendons on their foreheads were bursting, their expressions were extremely painful, blood gushed out from every pore, and they were evaporated into steam by the thunder and lightning that surrounded their bodies.

The six of them are all young disciples of the generation of Lianyun Dao Sect, and they all belong to the same vein as Lao Shufeng, and when they participated in the trial of the sect once every ten years, they were inexplicably sucked into the bottom of the swamp by the strange traction force, and the original vigorous and mixed abundant aura between heaven and earth was replaced by the thunder vitality generated from nowhere, and the minds of several people also changed from the beginning of confusion to ecstasy when they came into contact with such a huge amount of thunder vitality, and they were frantically absorbed. You must know that the most important point of building the foundation from refining qi is to absorb and comprehend the aura of heaven and earth, and only by accumulating enough aura can you break through the threshold in one fell swoop and achieve the Dao foundation.

Among the six people, the man with the deepest cultivation originally had the realm of the tenth layer of qi refining, and at this moment, with the help of external forces, he actually broke through to the twelfth layer crazily, and he was only one step away from the Great Perfection of the thirteenth layer.

Several other people have also gained a lot and made rapid progress.

But now, the mood of the six people has taken a sharp turn and turned into fear and fear, this sudden thunder vitality seems to be endless, and it is still pouring into the bodies of the six people, and they can't refuse if they want to, and sooner or later their bodies will explode.

If it weren't for the Daomen's Thunder Yuan Technique, which the six people had cultivated since childhood, they were born with a strong resistance to thunder and lightning, and they would have been electrocuted into coke long ago.

But he can't refuse, he can't escape, he can only support with a strong will, and God knows when this seemingly endless vitality will dissipate.

The blessings and misfortunes in the world depend on each other, and this is probably the case.

Time, at this moment, becomes meaningless, only endless pain and darkness remain.

The first person who couldn't support it was a man in black, his muscles swollen to the limit, as if he was about to tear his clothes, his eyes flashed with boundless madness, obviously on the verge of collapse, his mouth was panting again and again, and he muttered: "Senior brother, save me, save me, I don't want to die!"

Several other people were guarding the mourning platform, and they were still flawless to take care of themselves, where did they have the ability to save him.

One of the particularly tall and majestic young men, Zhuang Heng, the senior brother among the six, suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at him lightly, and then swept towards several other junior brothers and sisters.

The second junior brother's cultivation is extremely poor, but he has the most tricks to deal with, and he has nine spiritual runes painted with armor around his body, delaying the speed of Lei Yuanqi entering his body layer by layer, and he eats a fragrant elixir every once in a while to repair the damaged flesh Yuanshen.

The third junior brother is extremely talented, and his cultivation is the most lifeless, and he is still frantically absorbing at the moment, completely ignoring the fact that his physical body has reached the limit, as if this encounter is the most important life-saving straw in his depressed life.

The fourth junior sister looked a little fixed, she was originally gifted and intelligent, and she had the sun and moon ring given by the teacher before leaving to protect her body. For the time being, there is no better life, and Zhuang Heng's face couldn't help flashing a trace of warmth.

What surprised him the most was that the sixth junior disciple with the worst cultivation was not the first one who couldn't support it, and his cultivation actually advanced from the original fifth layer to the eighth layer.

This little junior brother, who has always been looked down upon, has a strong will and courage that ordinary people can't imagine, his body is extremely damaged, his eyes and nose are bleeding, but his spine is quite straight, he is not particularly handsome, and he has no sorrow or joy on his face, it seems that he has long put life and death out of the way, and even his body has become superfluous, so what does it matter if it is broken!

Zhuang Heng couldn't help but secretly praise in his heart, in terms of mind alone, this son is better than himself. Slowly closed his eyes, and there was no movement, but the thick eyebrows were even more tangled. It can be seen that the temperament is not as cold and ruthless as it appears on the outside.

Seeing this, the man in black suddenly had a cloudy cloud on his face, and scolded angrily: "I am the descendant of the teacher's bloodline, Zhuang Heng, if you dare not save me, after I go out, I will be a teacher, you will cramp and burn your bones, and you will be forever the original god." Ah......h

With a loud "boom", another wave of thunder dragons attacked.

Before the man in black could finish cursing, he had already exploded and died, turning into a blood mist in the sky, and even the Yuan Shen could not escape.

Seeing this, the other people's faces changed dramatically in an instant, and their expressions were complicated, the so-called rabbit died and the fox was sad, maybe only in the next moment, they and others would also turn into ashes.

"Idiot!"

A light shout sounded, without a trace of emotion, the youngest junior brother among the six finally spoke, his slightly thin lips outlined a cold arc, and in his unusually bright eyes, the essence flashed, and it passed away in an instant.

This person looks only eighteen or nineteen years old, but the cultivator never speculates on his age from his appearance, but the fact may be a little bigger, his body seems to have not grown yet, and he is not necessarily so thick, his skin is slightly dark, and his appearance is average.

Surrounded by lightning, he bit his lips tightly, trying to control the tremors of his body, trying to stay awake. It seems that every second of his life has to pour out his entire life.

Zhuang Heng frowned slightly, after all, he didn't say anything, there was a gap between the fourth junior brother and the junior brother, if everyone fell into such a situation, it was really unnecessary to pursue some verbal subtleties. What's more, he doesn't like this fox and fake tiger kid.

As soon as the man in black died, the torrent of vitality that was originally borne by six people suddenly became five, and the pressure on everyone increased greatly, but they had to use all means to support it.

The roar was loud, and the thunder dragons in the air were more and more, and the activity seemed to be stronger than before, and the monstrous waves slapped everyone's bodies. The skin had been torn in many places, and the bright red blood splattered everywhere, and it was immediately burned into a charred powder by the ubiquitous electric light.

Everyone's bodies were already shaking, but at this moment, the pain in the flesh receded like a tide, and another pain emanating from the depths of the soul diffused, and the original spirit seemed to be pricked by countless needles, exuding a pain like digging into the heart. For the first time in everyone's hearts, they regretted the infinite resentment of coming to participate in this trial.

We haven't waited for the next wave of turbulence to hit. The second junior brother, who relied on the talisman medicine and barely survived the level of physical body quenching, let out a heart-rending cry, his eyes gradually lost the brilliance of life, and his body was swept up with the waves, and he didn't know where he had gone.

Immediately afterwards, two more souls were declared lost, and Zhihai was instantly destroyed, and his consciousness was completely wiped out, becoming two more corpses in this crazy space.

"Senior sister!" Zhuang Heng could no longer keep his inner calm, the spiritual platform was finally lost, the eldest disciple who was most valued by the head of Lao Shufeng, was finally sad, and there was a crack in the Dao heart, but at this critical juncture in his life, for the mountain, he fell short and went away with the wind.

In this gloomy and desperate space, only a young figure of Zuihou is left, still holding on, but it is also dangerous, like a candle in the wind, fluctuating.