Xuan Qing Zhenren nodded and said, "I think that's it." Since ancient times, those who should be robbed, losers, and ashes, and those who succeed, feathered and soared, and since then they have been ranked in the immortal class, and they will always enjoy honor, and no one has left even a few words of description of this nine-day tribulation. Mortal people, although they know that there is this nine-day thunder tribulation, they don't know how it is, they only know it, they don't know why it is. The old Dao is dead, and the second tribulation of the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation has not yet come, presumably once the life of the person who should be robbed falls, the Nine Days Thunder Tribulation that has gathered will dissipate. ”

Among the people present, Shu Gu Han's injuries were the most serious, in order to save a disciple of the Immortal Spirit Sect, he was bombarded by at least ten extraterritorial demons and bombarded dozens of palms, if it wasn't for Xuanqing Zhenren who arrived in time to relieve him from the siege and renew his life with supreme supernatural powers, I am afraid that his soul would have been flying for nine days. At this time, he forcibly took a breath, although he was weak, but after hearing Xuanqing Zhenren's words, he forced himself to sit up straight, and said weakly: "And...... Not really. ”

Several people turned their heads to look at him, and saw that his face was so white that there was no blood, and because of excessive blood loss, his whole body was severely dehydrated, his lips were chapped, and his skin was tight. Although several people were very worried about his injury, they were also looking forward to his next words.

Gu Han's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he wanted to swallow two mouthfuls of saliva to ease the dryness in his throat as if it was on fire, but he only swallowed a few mouthfuls of air, and his mouth had already dried up. He said with difficulty: "The ancient book "Immortal and Demon Magazine" cloud: There is thunder above the nine heavens, which is called the thunder of divine punishment, and it is also called the thunder tribulation of the nine heavens. Its power increases with the number of robbers, infinitely growing, can break the sky, can shatter the ground. Once gathered, the non-nine heavenly thunders will not stop...... Ahem......"

As he spoke, he coughed violently and passed out again. Xuanqing Zhenren hurriedly stepped forward to heal his injuries. The Immortal Spirit Sect is famous for refining flying sword magic weapons, and is not good at refining elixirs, for decades, although Xuanqing Zhenren has also collected a lot of elixirs, but it has been used up as early as when he treated the rest of the disciples of the Immortal Spirit Sect before. Although Fang Qin was the beloved wife of Yang Ming, the sect leader of the Erji Sect, who was famous for refining elixirs, she should have had many elixirs on her body, but that year suffered a sudden change, and the Erji Sect was destroyed in an instant, leaving nothing behind, let alone the elixir.

Without the assistance of the elixir, all relying on the surging mana of Xuanqing Zhenren, Gu Han's injuries were extremely unstable, sometimes awake, sometimes unconscious. After he fainted again, several people pondered his words, their brows tightly locked.

Since once the Nine Heavenly Thunder Tribulation is gathered and formed, it will not stop unless all the Nine Heavenly Thunders are smashed, then why, about a quarter of an hour has passed since the first Heavenly Thunder was smashed, and why did the second Heavenly Thunder not fall for a long time. Could it be that it is still gathering the divine power above the nine heavens and directly sending down the second heavenly thunder that destroys the heavens and the earth?

At the same time, such doubts floated in everyone's hearts. Ling Xuan looked up, only to see that the silent vortex in the sky had stopped rotating, but the light gradually changed from the initial black to dark red, and now, it was so red that it seemed to be dripping blood.

Click!

In the silence, there was a slight sound, as if it was the sound of something breaking and the sound of an eggshell breaking. The people followed the prestige, but they saw that all the dust had been blown away by the breeze above the ruins that were a mile away. An old man's body like charcoal lay in the middle of the ruins, his charred and dark features, and a crack suddenly opened in the center of his eyebrows, and the slight cracking sound was made when the crack shattered.

Click!

Immediately afterwards, countless slight breaking sounds came, and the sounds were connected together, forming a strange rhythm, like some kind of creepy rhythm, and several people listened to it, and they couldn't help but feel a little chill in their ears. And the body of the old man who was bombarded into charcoal, in a crisp sound, cracks broke open, like a glass that was shattering.

Rumble!!

Just when a few people were secretly suspicious, the large black cocoon that quickly shattered suddenly exploded. Thousands of rays of light surged out, like a wild horse that had suddenly broken free, running around, instantly overflowing this fragmented dense forest. In the midst of thousands of lights, there was a sudden roar, and a figure rose into the sky.

The figure soared into the air, levitating in the air, short in stature, bald head, and two three-foot-long eyebrows fluttering in the wind. It's an old way.

An eyebrow old Taoist volley was suspended in the air about ten zhang, and his clothes were fluttering. The momentum of his whole body has changed drastically compared to before. If the previous old man was just a sloppy old man with advanced cultivation in the eyes of everyone, then at this time, he seems to have turned into a butterfly, from an ugly cocoon, to a beautiful butterfly. Although he still looks sloppy, in terms of breath, he is already two completely different people.

The aura that emanated from his body invisibly smashed straight down like a waterfall that poured straight down for thousands of miles, and the huge pressure on everyone below him was enough to suffocate. Even with the cultivation of Zi'er and the ruthless fairy, under that overwhelming aura, their faces turned pale in an instant. The ruthless fairy hurriedly said: "This bad old man, he has lifted his seal, does he really want to fight with the sky?"

A few people didn't have time to ask him why he knew that Yimei Lao Dao had lifted the seal on his body, and it was almost the moment that Yimei Lao Dao turned into a butterfly and rose to the sky, the blood-red vortex in the sky that seemed to be able to drip blood suddenly spun rapidly, and a blood-red lightning the size of a bucket suddenly drilled out of the blood-red whirlpool, as if a pillar of blood shot out of the calm sky, and smashed towards Yimei Lao Dao.

The old man shouted again, and suddenly his momentum skyrocketed, and the light of his whole body flashed, in the eyes of everyone, he seemed to be a round of red sun in the sky, so that people did not dare to force their eyes. "You wait for miscellaneous hair, deceive people too much, today's old way is to fight to pieces, but also to break the void, kill you and wait for a piece of armor to be left!!"

An old man roared, and instead of avoiding the blood-red lightning, he struck headlong at it.

The blood-red lightning was mighty, more than twice as strong as the first heavenly thunder, and when it fell in the air, the sound of tearing through the air and the sizzling sound of the strong current discharging were shocking. Although the aura of Yimei Lao Dao was much stronger than before, but against such a strong Heavenly Thunder, several people still felt that he had little chance of winning.

Even the people who closed their eyes to heal felt the domineering aura in the air, and they couldn't help but open their eyes and stared at the blood-red lightning in the sky with wide eyes.

Just when everyone thought that the old man was dead and lifeless, a strange scene happened. But seeing that the hands of the old man quickly drew handprints in the air, a pattern of a yin and yang fish appeared out of thin air above his head, firmly blocking him and the blood-red lightning, and a thick breath like a mountain suddenly spread.

Boom!

In an instant, the blood-red lightning slammed on the Yin Yang Fish pattern on the top of Yi Mei Lao Dao's head, and Yi Mei Lao Dao was suddenly smashed by the huge impact force and fell about ten feet, and that lightning, like an entity, condensed but not dispersed, but hit the Yin Yang Fish pattern again with more violent force.

'Hah!!'

An eyebrow old man shouted violently, and his breath was furious again, his hands grabbed the void, and suddenly, on both sides of the blood-red lightning, two huge palm phantoms suddenly appeared, and they grabbed the blood-red lightning fiercely. The blood-red lightning was caught, like a snake that was grabbed by the tail of a snake and began to struggle violently, a breath that was enough to tear the air burst out, hundreds of meters away from the people, only to feel that the breath was domineering, as if it could instantly squeeze everyone's internal organs to smithereens, they were busy concentrating and calming, and tried their best to resist the domineering breath.

Click!!

At the same time, the old hands of the elder eyebrows pulled down fiercely, and suddenly pulled the blood-red lightning from the center of the blood-red vortex in the sky, as if a rope had been broken, and it actually made a crisp sound.