"Hmph, let me capture Zhao Xiang alive, and then let Zhao Xiang serve as nourishment for the Death Tree?"

"I don't want to do this! I'm going to do the opposite, let Zhao Xiang die!"

"There are more royal ancient gods who serve as nourishment for the Death Tree!"

"If you do that, I'm afraid I'll be there in the fourth phase!"

"Anyway, you still have a hundred years of deep sleep, and now you are forced to wake up, and your vitality will definitely be greatly damaged!"

"What if you know my actions deep down?"

"Let me be your slave?

Millions of years of calling for wind and rain have made Ximen Tiger accustomed to the control of the superior and dominate everything.

As he said this to himself, he immediately made a frantic choice.

"I don't follow the orders of you, an unknown mysterious old immortal, nor do I follow the calculations of Tianhua, the god of fate!"

"I will use the magic power I can use to break the fate of Zhao Xiang, Li Houzhu, and Bai Yuntian!"

"I'm going to let everything that was originally destined to be in chaos be chaotic, and it's a big mess!"

"I will win in chaos, kill people in chaos, and gain everything that belongs to me in chaos!"

※ ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ the southern edge of the Hongmeng Imperial Universe.

At this moment, the land of millions of miles was thundering.

Hongmeng Gate Master Li Houzhu and Xingchen Sect Master Bai Yuntian were standing on the edge of Zhao Xiang's tribulation.

They kept an eye on Zhao Xiang in the tragedy, and were ready to fight against all kinds of people who came to attack at any time.

Both of them looked at each other tacitly.

They all made the decision to follow Zhao Xiang at the same time in their hearts.

At this moment, the two of them were staring at the huge millstone-shaped black thunder in the sky.

With the help of the Saint Venerable's soul fluctuations and powerful divine thoughts, Empress Li and Bai Yuntian were naturally able to sense the fierceness of the thunder.

"Yuntian, this grinding disc is too big, isn't it? its edges are bouncing with black arcs that destroy everything," the suave Empress Li said loudly at Bai Yuntian in a rough voice, "This Zhao Xiang was swept into the huge grinding disc by a thunder vortex, and thirty breaths have passed, and there has been no movement, is it, could it be that there is something wrong with him?"

The burly and tall Bai Yuntian responded in a gentle voice that did not match his fierce appearance at all: "I said Master Li, I said that you are in a hurry or are you deliberately pretending to be stupid, if something happens to Zhao Xiang, this huge and terrifying thunder mill will have disappeared a long time ago, isn't it? Is it still necessary to hang it in the sky of our Hongmeng Emperor? Could it be that the thunder is full and has nothing to do and come out to play and play?"

"Hmph, you old fellow, I'll just ask, aren't you worried about Zhao Xiang? Hey, I said, aren't you worried? If this kid fails to cross the tribulation, not to mention that we are likely to finish the game, I'm afraid that the entire Hongmeng Emperor will also fall into the hands of the undead, isn't it?"

"How could I not be worried?" Bai Yuntian still looked tepid and calm, "But what's the use of worrying? No one can help with this tribulation, he can only rely on his own strength and luck!" To be honest, I'm really not optimistic about Zhao Xiang, after all, a young monk at the peak of the early stage of the Great God, no matter how demonic, it is difficult to survive the catastrophe of destruction, and the truth I know is that countless supremes have chosen to cross the catastrophe in order to break through the realm and reach the realm of the emperor, but from millions of years, those who have been able to survive smoothly have definitely not been able to survive with one hand, and almost 100% of them have died under the catastrophe of destruction!"

Empress Li immediately scolded with a glaring eye: "Do you think I'm mentally retarded, don't you know this? Of course I understand no less than you! The question is, why are we so unlucky, weishenme has to feel that we have come here to watch Zhao Xiang's tribulation on a whim? weishenme Hongmeng Emperor's heavenly rules are so strange and ruthless, they actually pulled the fate of the two of us and even the fate of our sect into Zhao Xiang's fate? Could it be that we owe this kid a huge debt in our past and present lives that need to be repaid? Or is this kid originally a reincarnated demon reincarnated by a bad star, and deliberately set up such a game so that you and I have to enter the game?"

"Are you still complaining? I said that you were born with the appearance of a scholar, and you still give people a free and easy skin, but listening to what you said, looking at your expression, how can you look more and more like a resentful woman who has not been blessed by the emperor for a long time?" Bai Yuntian opened a folding fan with one hand, and Shi Shiran said to Empress Li, "Let's still pray that Zhao Xiang will survive the tribulation, if the tribulation fails, it will be the death of you and me, the death of the sect, and even the death of the Hongmeng Emperor!"

"He's a milk, it's really embarrassing!" Empress Li glared at Bai Yuntian again, and then stood aside angrily and sulked.

Bai Yuntian glanced at Empress Li.

He smiled helplessly, and a folding fan was still fanning again and again.

Both of them dispersed the strongest soul fluctuations, but they couldn't penetrate the slightest inside the Thunder Mill under any circumstances.

Not only that, even if you want to get close, there is no possibility, because after trying many times, once the soul fluctuation is close to the edge of the thunder, you will feel an extremely strong and incomparable repulsive force, and another kind of force that seems to directly destroy the soul is pressed down, and it seems that as long as you insist on even one ten-thousandth of a breath, you will immediately burn and die.

So after trying three or five times, they just stayed on the sidelines.

Besides, Zhao Xiang, who was in the thunder mill at this time, was actually not having a good time, it was really dangerous.

Zhao Xiang could feel that the Thunder Mill Disc was extremely huge in a radius of millions of miles, and it could be said that since the birth of the Hongmeng Emperor, it had never been huge, even in the Infinite God Realm and the Supreme Venerable Realm, it had never been seen.

Later, the messages sent to him by Rael, Ling'er, and Qinglong all proved that his guess was extremely correct.

The Thunder Mill was spinning very slowly, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to feel it.

Fortunately, Zhao Xiang's soul is vast, far beyond the peak of the ordinary early gods, and with the help of the huge realm power of the talisman shijie, he can sense this.

And Zhao Xiang, who sensed this, frowned, becoming more and more anxious and nervous.

Because Zhao Xiang could vaguely and vaguely feel that this thunder grinding disc was becoming stronger and stronger as it rotated, and the power of destruction became stronger and stronger.

According to Zhao Xiang's rough estimate, if this thunder mill turned, its destructive power would be doubled.

If it really turned in a circle, then he, Zhao Xiang, had no ability to resist the destruction of the grinding disc at all.

"Could it be, could it be that I, Zhao Xiang, could only accept the arrangement of fate and die under the mill?"

Zhao Xiang roared unwillingly in his heart.