Only Zhang Xiaohan felt that the spiritual light of the talisman was beautiful when it was broken. Don’t you know that the old Daluo Jinxian and Ye Fei were extremely sad. This talisman was the talisman that the last Daluo Jinxian cultivator in Black Prison City used his own cultivation before falling. Every time one talisman was refined, his cultivation level was reduced by one level. After three talismans, his cultivation level was directly reduced to the Golden Immortal, and he died instantly after the third talisman was refined.

The three talismans exchanged for life were lost in one go. This was the fifth thunder tribulation, but they had only had time to feel heartbroken, and the thunder ball rolled on the black brocade handkerchief sacrificed by Ye Fei.

A layer of black light appeared on the brocade handkerchief. The thunder ball collided with the black light, and the black and golden streams were everywhere. The sound of explosions came one after another. Ye Fei's face, who was outside the golden armor mask, turned pale, and all the memories in his spiritual sense had been read, but at this time he didn't know where Zhang Xiaohan got such powerful strength.

Another mouthful of blood spurted onto the black brocade handkerchief. Ye Fei stretched out his finger at the same time and forced himself to support the brocade handkerchief with spiritual power. The black brocade handkerchief shone brightly. The guard beside him pressed his back with one hand and sent his spiritual power over. Ye Fei also took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth. The pill could not quickly replenish the spiritual power he consumed.

In addition, the twelve golden-faced monks quickly formed a formation and surrounded the old man and Ye Fei and the guards in the middle.

The black brocade hand continued to release black light, and finally the black light became dimmer and dimmed. Ye Fei finally lost all his strength and fell to the ground with the guard. The brocade hand suddenly shrank to the size of a palm and fell swayingly in Ye Fei's hand. A crack was obviously left on the brocade hand, and it was obvious that the magic weapon had been damaged.

The thunder ball was approaching the end, but no one took it lightly. The twelve magic weapons in the hands of the twelve monks formed a formation to intercept the remaining thunder ball. With the sound of explosion, several mouthfuls of blood were spewed out of the air. However, among the magic weapons, there were the natal magic weapons of the monks. The natal magic weapons were damaged and the monks were seriously injured.

The old man's heart was also bleak. Ye Fei and his guards were exhausted, and most of the twelve monks were injured. It was not that he could no longer resist a group of heavenly tribulations, but he could only resist another group of people.

My heart was trembling, but at this moment, I could only burn my boat. A green light flashed on my body, and a green armored giant suddenly emerged from my body. The giant was twice as tall as his body. His eyes widened, and he held a long hammer in his hands. The body of the old man Daluo Jinxian gradually disappeared into the giant's dantian. He actually regarded himself as the Nascent Soul, reshaping his body to resist another wave of thunder tribulation.

The sky thunder seemed to be even more angry by constant resistance. It was obviously just the sixth thunder, but it seemed to be brewing the last thunder tribulation. The golden lightning dragon flashed again in the air, and the golden dragon became alive one by one.

Zhang Xiaohan suddenly made magic tricks with both hands. This was the first time she had moved when she experienced the thunder tribulation. The spiritual power in her body was also circulating rapidly in the meridians. At this moment, a throbbing sound suddenly came from the sky. Dozens of golden lightning turned into dragons circling rapidly, and in the increasingly rapid circle, they turned into two identical huge dragons.

These two dragons are all golden, and the golden lightning that is constantly flashing is their scales, revealing their majestic faces between lightning and thunder.

The old man from Daluo Jinxian felt bitter in his mouth. Is this just the sixth thunder tribulation? There are only six such thunder tribulations? No, this damn soul cultivator can definitely attract the nine-level thunder tribulation.

Ye Fei, who was trying hard to recover his spiritual power, also opened his eyes, but not the heavenly tribulation, but Zhang Xiaohan, a thousand meters away. No wonder she was so calm in the cracks in the space, just because she knew that she would trigger thunder, and she had a magical tool to protect her body.

As soon as he thought, he suddenly remembered a passage from the ancient classics. It was a missing passage, which recorded anecdotes of ancient gods. A few sentences mentioned golden lightning. When a god in the demon world passed through the tribulation, the golden thunder came from the sky.

Gods will not overcome tribulation, and that passage also implicitly mentions that it was a punishment for the mortal body who tried to advance to the divine body and was punished by the will of heaven.

Ye Fei's heart was beating, God's punishment? Is this God's punishment?

The dragon descended from the sky, one rushed towards the green-armored giant, and the other rushed towards Zhang Xiaohan. The world was silent, with only the whistling of the dragon's dive, and the sound of the current triggered by the friction between lightning and the air.

The green-armored giant waved its long hammer, and its head was shining with a green light and came out of its hand, and headed straight for Youlong above its head. The first hammer head collided with Youlong's head. After the earth-shaking thunder sound, golden and blue arcs surged out from the collision. First, they were as thin as silk, and then they became like a net. Then the second hammer head fell on it, passing through the wire mesh arc, and then another earth-shaking thunder. The green-armored giant suddenly flashed and disappeared. The old man from Daluo Jinxian fell beside Ye Fei, blood gushed out under his mask, and his black hair turned gray.

The dragon turned into golden lightning again in the sound of thunder, and pierced straight downward. The lightning target, which was thicker than the water tank, was the old man who was on the ground, but the old man was only a dozen steps away from Ye Fei, and was within the range of being affected.

The twelve monks suddenly shouted in unison, and even the seriously injured monks used magic weapons to exert another magic weapon. At the same time, the magic weapon exploded in the sky, and lightning was blocked and exploded again. Ye Fei had recovered less than one or two of the spiritual power at this time, but he gritted his teeth and tried his best to exert another electric arc.

This arc is simply insignificant compared to the remaining lightning. The stinging arc sound was also buried in the violent explosion. The arc twisted and drilled into the lightning, and the other end fell only a few dozen meters away.

The lightning that was rushing down frantically was finally pulled away, the earth was once again exploded, and the gravel and soil were intertwined with the arc. Ye Fei, together with the old man and all the monks in the Black Prison City, were buried by the raised gravel.

At the last moment when he was swallowed by the gravel soil, Ye Fei reluctantly turned his gaze to Zhang Xiaohan, and his gaze was blocked. The armor on his body stimulated a divine light to protect his body, blocking his extremely surprised gaze within the divine light.

Zhang Xiaohan was still sitting under the Qiankun Token, and the lightning dragon was also rushing towards the Qiankun Token. Zhang Xiaohan had stopped moving with both hands. She placed one hand in front of her and stretched her out, raised her other hand upwards, and gently tapped the Qiankun Token above her head.

The lightning dragon collided with the token, and Zhang Xiaohan's right index finger also fell on the token. The two were in contact with each other through the token, without thunder or lightning, but clearly a golden light penetrated into Zhang Xiaohan's right index finger through the Qiankun token, and rushed into her body with divine punishment.

The inspiration that blocked this face suddenly faded away, revealing Zhang Xiaohan's pretty and dignified face. Her black eyes were covered with purple, and golden light flashed out the moment lightning entered her body.

——I wish you all a happy Goddess Day!
Chapter completed!