"Madman, what a madman! You don't want your life."
Miao Wentian used two lightning protection magic weapons to resist the catastrophe, and fell into a crazy violent thunder ball and lightning attack.
Thunder was everywhere, far exceeding the power recorded in the classics. He was frightened and did not dare to be careless. How could he dare to go crazy like King Shentu Wu and launch an attack at this time?
Really, he should be thousands of miles away from this lunatic, and he wouldn't be able to live without being forced to survive the tribulation.
Can't we seriously rely on our abilities and rely on magic weapons to survive the disaster?
Seeing the tall golden figure covered with thunder and lightning falling like a meteor, he cautiously stood firm, looked at the gap between the thunderballs, pointed his finger like a sword, and shouted: "Go!"
The sword light cut through the electric fiery air.
One sword can transform hundreds, and a hundred swords can transform thousands of ways. In the end, it is no longer clear whether it is sword light or electric light.
The extremely low clouds and the turbulent sea water echoed with the light waves, like a fire dragon moving through the water, with only a loud sound but no momentum.
"It's been more than five thousand years. Miao Wentian, your Wentian Sword still hasn't improved at all. I'll give you a punch!"
Following the shout of King Shentu Wu, thunder and lightning wrapped around the light group and released a golden fist shadow. It shattered countless calamity thunders and blasted away with a devastating force. It was as majestic as a mountain. Wherever it passed, the sword light and electric light turned into threads. dust.
Miao Wenqian cursed "madman" angrily, then pointed hastily and struck at the golden fist shadow.
"Within a hundred feet, it will be broken!"
Under the rules, the shadow of the fist that hit the front instantly turned into fragments and flew away.
"Bang", there are strong and weak rules, but there is still an invisible force that hits Miao Wentian who is desperately resisting the thunder attack.
The beating made Miao Wentian's body flutter with precious light, and the calamity thunder penetrated through the gap, and retreated for dozens of miles before it stabilized.
King Shentu Wu rushed to about two hundred miles away, and the calamity clouds between the two people overlapped again.
Two huge calamity clouds rotated in opposite directions. The power of the calamity thunder doubled, and thunder and lightning poured down. He suddenly felt labored, and he was frozen in the air and could no longer move easily. His body was shining with golden light, and his fists were like the raging waves of the sea. His soul power was flowing endlessly, fighting against each other. The tribulation was thunderous and baptized.
The thunder ball hit the body and splashed countless electric sparks, penetrating into the body.
A little bit of impurities washed out, and the fused remains of King Shentu Wu from his previous life had a magical effect on his soul in this life. The pain made him look up to the sky and roar, "Ahhhhh...", golden light, earthy yellow light, and various colors of tribulation thunder light intertwined. .
Using the catastrophe as a furnace, the body's remains were refined into a spirit bit by bit.
He wants to use the power of heaven and earth to achieve his immortal body in this life.
Even if he overcame the tribulation and became an immortal, he could not satisfy his weak soul-cultivating body. He had his own pride and forced Miao Wentian to overcome the tribulation. He used the power of the double tribulation to shatter his body and soul and fuse them to regain his former body and cultivate his golden body. , is his purpose.
Revenge is just a means, done incidentally.
An old Taoist helped him deduce it more than five thousand years ago and said it was "a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
What he is fighting for is this slim chance. Otherwise, based on the progress of physical training in his previous life, the opportunity to overcome the tribulation is slim and hard to find, let alone become an immortal and ascend.
The old Taoist has a bad character and likes to play conspiracies, but his serious words are quite credible.
Miao Wentian suffered double tribulation attacks and was suddenly in crisis. The magic weapons he prepared to overcome the tribulation exploded one after another. The tribulation thunder smashed through his suit and hit his body, pouring into his body like a torrent of water. Washing away the meridians of flesh and blood, burning the soul and body.
He used his spiritual energy to refine and nourish his body for thousands of years. How could the body refiner's eight calamity remains be as strong and durable?
Amidst the thunder and lightning, Miao Wentian tried his best to use his magic power to resist the thunderstorm and repair the wounds on his body. He was in unbearable pain and screamed fiercely from time to time, "Shentu Wufu, if you don't make it easy for me, you won't even think about it! Just wait. Stay!"
The Immortal Ascension Realm monks observing the tribulation have retreated five thousand miles away, watching the rare spectacle of a double tribulation.
Most of the monks feel sad and empathize with Miao Wentian. Several of them are similar to Miao Wentian in cultivation, such as Ji Wumou, Wei Weigong and others. They lamented that Miao Wentian was not lucky enough to be forced to survive the tribulation, and was forced to suffer. Double catastrophe bombardment.
Sadly, there is not even a chance to overcome the calamity and become an immortal.
We can only resist for a while.
Jian Li and Su Zhengxing on Vast Cloud Island were in complicated moods. They tried their best to protect the blessed land of Meteor God Mountain in the void from being affected by the calamity thunder. They were already powerless to deal with Miao Wentian's experience.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Miao Wentian persisted for about half a quarter of an hour, all his methods and magic weapons were exhausted, and the calamity clouds in the sky seemed to be in a rage, showing no signs of fading. It was unknown how many calamity thunders were poured out, and his whole body became silvery.
The two people who were protecting the hidden Void Paradise suddenly noticed that the energy of the Meteor God Mountain Paradise was losing significantly.
They understood that Miao Wentian used means to mobilize the energy of the blessed land to resist the natural disaster, and tried to survive the natural disaster at the expense of the loss of the blessed land. A trace of helplessness arose in their hearts, but they could not interrupt Miao Wentian's last hope.
Space, cave heaven, and blessed land, if properly warmed and maintained, each has its own wonderful uses.
Miao Wentian was reluctant to overcome the catastrophe, because he wanted to spend thousands more years to warm and temper the blessed land of Meteor God Mountain that he had taken away from him to the point where it could help him withstand the catastrophe.
God failed to fulfill his wish, he had to use the energy of the blessed land, so why should he care about the life and death of the monks in the blessed land?
In the face of life and death, he couldn't care less at this time.
"Haha, old man Miao, you can't hold on anymore? Where has your courage gone to attack Wangyun Island? Don't you understand that every wronged person has his own owner? The sixty million wronged souls of Wangyun Island are looking for you. It’s your fate, go to hell!”
King Shentu Wu, who was surrounded by tribulation thunder and in pain of bone-crushing pain, gloated and laughed. This was what he had been waiting for.
A ray of golden light flashed across the sky, and "swish", cutting off Miao Wentian's means of extracting the blessed land of the Meteor God Mountain.
Every time he moves now, he consumes a huge amount of soul power, but he still refuses to give King Shentu Wu the slightest chance. He has no regrets even if he dies.
Jian Li and Su Zhengxing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with expressions on their faces.
The boss is unlucky, and it is always a good thing to be able to leave them a complete blessed land, so that their territory can be sustained and the trees will not fall and the hozens will scatter, without a place to live.
"you wanna die!"
Miao Wentian felt that his body was burning and melting. His energy body, which had been tempered for thousands of years, could no longer bear it. He roared angrily, "Every direction will be destroyed, and all jade and stone will be burned!"
The entire body burst into dazzling silver fire, and the aura of destruction could not be covered up even by thunder.
He chose to use his magical power to self-explode his remaining energy and mana.
He wanted to break the turtle shell of that crazy warrior and drag King Shentu Wu to death together. This was his helpless choice. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, who wouldn't want to endure it a little longer?
Maybe the disaster will disappear in the next moment.
It's a pity that he has no chance at all. His hope is crushed by that madman, and he even despairs.
A large black flag suddenly appeared above the sea, spread over dozens of miles, and rolled up Miao Wentian, who had not yet fully exploded. The dark blue and dark red fire burned blazingly, circling rapidly, in the midst of the dazzling light of self-destruction and the extreme explosion of thunder. Down, layer upon layer of consumption, disintegrating the violent impact.
The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling resounded thousands of miles away, and huge blurry figures flew into the flames, allowing the Yin Fire to exert its maximum effect and delay the impact speed in the direction of King Shentu Wu.
The huge collision caused the seawater below to evaporate and create a hole hundreds of miles in size.
The calamity cloud above instantly weakened and turned into a transparent bright color.
"Wei Weigong, you are the one causing trouble!!!"
The remnant soul of Miao Wentian, who was at the center of the explosion, roared angrily.
He witnessed with his own eyes that King Shentu Wu used the favorite magic weapon of Xingyin Pavilion boss Wei Weigong, the Soul Refining Banner. Tens of thousands of various refined monk souls, including even Fugue Realm souls, completely destroyed his final He would not close his eyes to the extravagant hope.
He hates it! I hate myself for not taking precautions earlier, and hate God for not giving me a chance!
"No, I...No, it was King Shen Tuwu who took it from me..."
Wei Weigong didn't want to bear the blame that covered his body.
Now the yellow mud is falling off his crotch, and he has to carry it even if he doesn't want to carry it. He can't explain it clearly, and he is miserable.
The insidious King Shentu Wu is so useless that he just robbed him. If he uses it at this time, what will the many Immortal Realm monks who are watching think of him? His reputation.
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